All rights to the Harry Potter franchise go to JK Rowling. I am only a fan and not making money. I am only creating characters to fill in the post epilogue story and the plot therein. - Hm
Prologue
Fear is what led to the formation of religion. Mortals looking up at the sky in awe of thunder and lightning felt a cold fear run down their backs when they saw the might of nature. In order to make themselves feel safe they imagined gods who personified their greatest fears, and they would make sacrifices to them for safety. In the vast majority of religions there is a story of the creation of the universe by some deity/deities. Yet, magic must have been a part of that creation. However, many religions say magic is the craft of Lucifer, Hecate, or some other dark entity, and by association magic is deemed "evil." I have never heard of a single witch or wizard in the modern age even believing such things are real; much less utilizing such entities as the source of their power. However, some also believed that the veil of death was impenetrable; that once one dies the only way they can return to this world is as mere specters of their former selves. People believed the raising of the dead and travel to the other side is impossible for mortals. Does having the knowledge and power to do so make me more intelligent or powerful than every other magical being before me?
In most cultures and religions it is believed that if a mortal desires to pass into the realm of the dead they must pay a severe toll. I knew that in order to reach my goal of piercing the veil between worlds I would likely have to pay a sacrifice beyond comprehension. I was wrong. The 'sacrifice,' on my part, was a blessing. It granted me powers others could not even imagine in their wildest dreams. Some might ask if it is true that thousands perished in order to make my dream a reality, but my reply to them would have to be another question. Was it not worth the cost? No being outside of myth has ever managed to complete this trial. Those who gave their lives to allow me to transcend all others and complete this impossible feat should rejoice for their part in history.
Not even Riddle had been able to comprehend the mysteries of death as I have. He grasped and hobbled in the dark in order to escape death, but in the end all he accomplished was the diminishment of his power and subsequent annihilation of both his body and soul. I saw his soul in that waiting room. His wretched form laid there; pitiful, shrunken, and tormented as I strolled by. Horcruxes have a terrible price to pay in return for the banal benefits they provide. Simply siphoning the excess fragments of one's soul, as opposed to the mutilating it, into an object is a more effective means of ensuring that one cannot be destroyed. The user's power remains intact, along with their soul, but this method would most likely only produce one such object. Riddle's weakness was his paranoid fear of death. He created too many horcruxes, and stretched his soul too thin. He deserves to lay there in his miserable despair.
The most amusing part of his anguish is that it is not without a chance at reparation. His soul is fractured, but there are methods of reforming it. One such theory is that pure, honest regret would pull together the soul, but the cost of this might very well be death. However, this theory was conceived by those who had only theoretical knowledge of death. They neglected to think of the possibility of another being pursuing an idiotic user of a horcrux into the afterlife and repairing them there where they cannot die again. Young Mister Potter was the first person in history to genuinely return from death as I see it. The problem is that when he did so Riddle still had a portion of his mutilated soul in the physical world, in both his own body and Nagini. Harry Potter did not see the same abomination in that plane in between realms that I did years later.
Reforming Riddle's soul back together would take years to accomplish, but it would not be impossible, merely improbable by humanity's understanding. His return to the mortal realm would be as simple as Mister Potter's choice to board the train, and I do not think for a moment Riddle would miss that opportunity. Making him a vessel to inhabit would also be trivial. After all, Pettigrew managed to do so through Riddle's own instruction, and he was an imbecile. Yet, I cannot think of any purpose to summon Riddle back from the dead. He believed himself to be the greatest wizard who ever lived. However, if I raise him from perdition then he will always be known as lesser than me due to my ability to master death and even salvage his wretched remains from the netherworld. A psychopathic and uncontrollable underling is not particularly helpful; especially when said psychopath cannot even comprehend being someone's lesser. I am also unsure of whether I could force him to do my bidding if it came down to it. He would never willingly serve another, and his subjugation would require either the use of the Imperious curse or a silver tongue forged under the watch of Dolos and Apate. While Riddle was a fool in some terms, even I won't doubt his mastery of Legilimency, Occlumency, and daft stubbornness.
So, he is no more to me than a particularity dangerous double-edged sword. Perhaps one day I will need him. He would be a perfect distraction should Potter and his ilk discover me. While Voldemort tears apart the magical world once more, I could cement my power; although, I would prefer that as a last resort. I want to rule over creation. I do not want it marred and wounded unless it is my will that it be so. Dominion over the world and the ability to control the life and death; these are the core principal requirements of being a deity. Would my success make me a god? But a god of what? Death, lust, anguish, hatred, murder, and perversion?
Magic had to be created when the universe was. Perhaps there is a God or gods. Maybe they did create this wretched world. They are gone now though; I am sure of it. I have seen what is on the other side. I have pierced through the veil that holds these realms together and wept at what I saw. Maybe my presence there polluted it? Did I kill that which created all? If so then it is good that the universe is rid of it. Such weakness that could only create has no place in my world. I can do far more than merely create a world of misery; I can repair, rule over, and even improve upon it.
In order to fix it I shall become the new God of this world. I will bring death in order to create life. My lusts will drive me towards power and the fulfillment of my desires. I will bring anguish so that humanity might understand the pointlessness of disobedience. My hatred will fuel the fires of my purification of this spoiled world. Those who stand in my way will have to crawl over the corpses of their murdered comrades. And I will twist and pervert this already perverted world until it pleases me. When the walls between life and death are brought down I will rule over a kingdom never-ending.
Will those who scorned me in youth come to fear me? Will those who once loved me feel regret? Will those who betrayed me feel a cold pit in their stomach as they realize what they created? Will those I loved realize what I am trying to do? Will they ever love me again?
I will become a God, but I will still be one of flesh and want. That idea of a tender hand grazing my cheek or the warmth of another by my side still fills me with sentimental desire. Another glaring flaw of Riddle's was his inability to grasp the concept of love or bonds between humans and other creatures. He couldn't even understand how far one being would go for another they loved or how much they would struggle against him to protect their friends and lovers. I do understand that. I have also felt the sting of realizing that some people would not do so in return. People are complex. In order to successfully wage war on creation one needs more than power. One must fully understand whom they are fighting. To underestimate even a child could lead to a path of destruction. Riddle presents the ultimate example for this.
I am not discrediting power. Grindelwald was defeated because his opponent was simply better than he was in some way. Perhaps I should begin researching how to resurrect that wretched bigot in case I am in need of him. What is that phrase muggles use? Mutually ensured destruction I believe it was. Should it look like I am losing to this world the like of Voldemort would make a fine weapon of mass destruction. I could consider trying to find a method to resurrect Grindelwald as well, but with him on the other side of the veil it would be more difficult. That is, until I bring the whole veil down. Besides, from what I have gathered the once powerful dark wizard may have grown soft in his old age. I do not need a dulled weapon in my arsenal. Voldemort will do for now as my weapon of last resort.
An age of fire and blood lies before my path. One day the whole world will rejoice in my name. Before they see me as a god they will mistakenly see me for a devil. It is no matter. When everything they hold dear is ripped from their bleeding hands and I alone hold the power to return what they have lost they will finally understand. Then, they will love me.