Prologue.
"Scylla!"
"What is it, Charybdis?"
"The Dark Lord! He... he's..."
"I know, I felt it, my sister. We should celebrate."
The older witch drew a wand, long, gnarled oak wood. She conjured two large glasses of wine, swallowed hers in three quick gulps, and threw the other glass over the face of the other witch, her sister, the evil one. The servant of Voldemort.
Charybdis screeched, glaring at her sister, staring daggers through small droplets of red fluid dripping from her eyelids.
"Stop it!"
"Why? So you can be comfortable? So you can plan an escape?" The older witch stood straight, hair black as the night sky swishing through the air like a knife. "Not this time, Charybdis. Not again."
"Stop taunting me, you heartless bitch, have some compassion, have some pity
"PITY?"Scylla screamed, taking Charybdis by surprise, the blonde woman's eyes widening, fear and unknowing clouding the dark blue eyes of Voldemort's assistant.
~Pity, like the pity you showed to Mother, like you showed to all of those people you aimlessly slaughtered in Hogsmeade? Pity like you showed me?~
~Scylla... please... for the love of the Dark Lord, have some mercy!~
~Oh, grow a sense of perspective you stupid bimbo! That scummy master of yours is gone, what use is his love? I would never grace my worst enemy with your precious god's affection.~
~Shut up, shut up!~
~ can shut up, Charybdis, I'm done with you. Crucio.~
The blonde screamed in agony, her back arching like a bridge, bending her spine unnaturally. She coughed, red spots flying two, three feet high, dropping down onto her face. She begged, pleaded, grovelled. To no avail. The torture continued for almost five minutes, when finally Scylla stopped. Charybdis gasped, panting, greedily sucking air like milk from her mothers breast.
~How does it feel, Charybdis? NICE?Does it feel good?~
~Kill me already, bitch, kill me now. I'm your damned sister!~
The gaze of Scylla sharpened, like a cobra spotting a mouse.
~You're correct, Charybdis. You are damned./But you are not my sister anymore.
Scylla raised her wand, took her weak, pathetic sibling into her sights, and muttered the last words Charybdis Hentera Callisto would ever hear.
"Avada Kedavra."
And the world went green.
AN. SURPRISE! I'm back! After three long months, I'm back. And I'm starting again. New Alliance is guys. This is a total rewrite. Sorry about some of the punctuation, it fucked itself right are all read, responded to and !