He stared at the night sky from above, holding a what seemed to be a baby in his hands, which was sleeping. He was disappointed.

"So she died." He thought. "Looks like these mortals are useless after all. Well, at least I have a successor." He looked at the baby. "I better head back, those wizards might find me soon."

He was about to vanish, but something stopped the man from doing so. He glanced around, noticing something.

"I know you're there, Dumbledore."

The headmaster came out, glancing at him. He was obviously angry.

"What do you think you are doing! You can't just take that child to Hell and make him your successor!" With each second, Albus was becoming more and more angry with each second! How dare he just take an innocent child, not involved at all with what was going on! Moreover, even if Hell needed a successor, having a human replace the Demon Lord himself was unspoken off.

The man smirked in triumph. "I'm afraid you're a little too late, Albus." He teased. "He is already a Container."

Dumbledore gasped. This has been something he was afraid of. Now the child would never escape. But there was one last thing he could do.

Flames erupted all around the demon lord. That meant that he was about to enter Hell. Beyond that point, there was nothing the headmaster could do. It was now or never. He pointed his wand at the child.

"Ianuae Magicae!" *

The beam from his light reached the child, just as it disappeared. There was no one else at the rooftop other than Dumbledore.

"I hope I wasn't too late." He thought.


*"Teleport!"