The Face of Death
"Some are blessed with the abilty to stare
death in the face and walk away unscathed"
A/N: This is my first story; I shall posting a minimum of at least one new chapter a week. Cliché's shall run rampant throughout the story, hopefully in an interesting manner with a very underutilized character. The story may borrow aspects from the Marvel Universe and God of War.
Disclaimer: I do not own any idea's derived from Harry Potter, the Marvel Verse or God of War. This story exists only for entertainment purposes, not financial gain.
For this story assume the value of the galleon is 1G = 100£
Sitting on a lounge chair observing the world from her Veranda, Lucretia Black was a sight to behold as she took a elegant sip of Petrus from the wine glass. Clad in black lace high cut knickers, a pair of Louboutin black high heels; a languid smile graced her face as she set the Daily Prophet down on to the table.
"It's finally time"
They wizarding war had just ended, and while she was ecstatic the Dark Lord had failed and met his downfall, the fools that were the 'Light' side weren't much better. She had a plan, she would need the catalyst, but with him by her side, the future of the wizarding world was much brighter.
She walked into her penthouse and took one final look around and sighed. She moved around her trunk and walked up to the safe in the wall. Opening it she stared at the box that contained her magnum opus, her two greatest creations to date, a permanent de-aging potion and a single use time turner. The potion would return her to prime mental and physical condition in her teenage years. This time turner she had fine-tuned to perfection, unlike others that were able to go back only a few weeks, hers could slip back in time to a maximum of two years.
Lucretia grabbed her two creations and moved over to her trunk and began applying cushioning charms to her trunk and person. Once done she wrapped the platinum necklace of the time turner around herself, grabbed a hold of her trunk, chugged down the potion and gave the necklace a couple of rapid spins and vanished in bright flash of light.
Lucretia Black was born in 1925, and was currently 72 years of age. Widely regarded as a Master level Battle Mage, she had navigated the pitfalls and machinations that came with growing up in the Black family to become the witch she was today. Like many of her family she had been blessed with a few extraordinary magical talents. She was a Erinyes and Beastmaster.
A Erinyes, better known as the Furies from Greek mythology. The powers of the Fury ability form had given birth to the legends such as Tisiphone. Being an Erinyes made Lucretia effectively immortal, she hadn't aged a day since her 24th birthday. While immune to sickness and the ravages of time, with extreme difficulty, it was still possible to kill her. She had the power of unsustained flight at speeds just below Mach 3. Teleportation to any location she had previously visited, regardless of distance. A unprecedented level of control over illusions, the most accomplished of occulumens would only be able to see through them with extensive concentration. Plus lastly Superhuman stamina and flame manipulation, the Fiendfyre curse was a bastardization of the Erinyes abilty.
The Beastmaster ability gave her a in-depth knowledge of all magical and muggle creatures and the ability to communicate with them. While it certainly wasn't as fanciful as Parselmouths who could maintain intelligent conversations with serpents, a beastmaster was able to command all creatures and understand their needs and desires.
Many thought Lucretia Black to have perished after her rather public splinching accident at the Ministry of Magic in late 1992. A silly thought if their ever was one, splinching wouldn't kill a talented witch such as herself. However, she had sustained several injuries that had left her hospitalized for several weeks as she recovered.
Lucretia Black, as the world was about to learn, was not a woman to be trifled with.