"Papa papa!" a small child with raven wing hair says bouncing on her toes excitedly. "Papa come see!" she takes his hand and pulls on him.
"It had better be something important Keket. Papa is busy." He sighs and motions for his associate to follow him wherever his child is taking him to.
"I think you will approve Papa." She smiles up at him.
They enter the basement of the house where he had been keeping a couple of muggles to play with. He sometimes let his daughter at the muggles, one for the experience of watching his young one practice her magic on them, and two to see the terror in their eyes as a small girl tortures them in a way they never thought possible. Now she isn't old enough to handle some of the spells she would like to, but because of it she gets creative sometimes. Keket leads him to the very end of the row of cells and proudly stands next to him, beaming and waiting to her her Papa's thoughts on her work. When they arrived there the person was moving on their own to paint the walls red with their own blood.
"Look Papa! See! I made her paint pretty colors! Well they would be even prettier if they were green and silver. But red is a pretty color too right Papa?" She beams up at her Father who ruffles her hair and smiles down at her.
"Very good job Keket, but remember you have to make sure they don't die before they are done. So you need to ennervate them and stem the blood flow a little bit before leaving them alone. Else not all of their pretty blood will be on the walls. Do you understand?" He asks, and she nods vehemently taking all of the constructive feedback she can in.
The prisoner hears them talking and seeing a new face looks to the gentlemen and pleads with them to let her go, to take the devil incarnate away and leave her in peace. The girl looks to her Father and has tears in her eyes. She reaches her hands up to him and a tear falls down her face.
"Papa, I'm not evil am I? I'm not the devil." she sniffles to him
"Of course not Keket. There are simply many simpletons out there who will not understand our wishes to see the pretty colors outside of the body. They will not understand our urges. We must fight them when we are out of the house. You must never let on that you love to see the pretty colors on the wall. Okay princess?" she nods to him and turns to the prisoner.
"I no longer have a wish to play with you. Daddy will dispose of you now. You are a mean simple and don't know me." she turns to her father, "Will you Crucio her Papa? I do so like to hear the sounds they make."
He smiles at her naivety and Crucios the woman until his daughter is clapping with joy and getting slightly dazed from the dark magic in the air. Even though he doesn't want her to be performing the spells so young, her getting a feel for the dark arts isn't a bad thing at all. This way she may not fall to the high of performing dark magic when she finally does so.
"Now Severus where were we?" he says as his daughter falls asleep in his arms, lulled to sleep by the caress of his powerful magic against her skin.
~~Another two years later~~
Hatchling... it iss time to get up hatchling. Master saysss sssso. The giant snake slithers around the bed covers and nudges her head against the girls face.
More sssleeep Nagini. Pleassse. Papa can wait. Keket responds sleepily, and all too soon a figure comes into her room.
"Keket!" He shouts tersly, "What have I told you about keeping me waiting? You have training to do Young Lady!" She bolts upright and apologizes profusely.
"Sorry Papa, Nagini didn't tell me what time it was. Simply that it was time to get up. I figured she was trying to get me to take her out hunting for more mice or to entertain her." Keket hops up out of bed and throws a T-shirt over her night shirt and puts on a skirt that is charmed to hide her womanly parts from prying eyes, even when in combat.
"I expect you downstairs in no more than three minutes ready to go. Expect more laps this morning young lady." Voldemort walks out of the room and heads to their training room.
Keket groans but makes her way down to the dining room and grabs a piece of toast and some pumpkin juice to hold her over til breakfast. She walks into see her father going through his stretches for the morning. It isn't enough to simply keep your magic strong the body needs to be as well. So we spar in the mornings both magically and physically. My Father allows for nothing less than perfect now that I am older and can understand more about what he expects me to do. But he is aware that I am still young so there will still be room for improvement as my body grows to its full potential. We started doing this about two years ago after an incident where one of his minons saw me and figured I was a child who had randomly found my way into his manor. He didn't tell too many about me for fear of my existence getting out. The one luxury Papa allows me to have, because most wizards and witches don't train like us is that I can grow my hair long. My hair reaches almost my lower back and before I go out in public I braid metal spikes into it so if someone were to grab my hair as an advantage they would be most unpleasantly surprised.
I am pulled from my musings by the entrance of another person into our training room. I look over to see Severus, walking into the room. I know he is one of my father's closest minions and knows about my existence. I haven't really spent much time with anyone, especially kids my age, unless they were in the dungeon. In which case if they were mean to me, I just hurt them until they weren't. People can be taught, when given enough pain to deal with, or they die. Either way they stop, which works for me.
"My Lord," Severus bows to Father, "My lady" he bows to me. I look to Papa to know why he is addressing me as such. He simply ignores the look and continues on as though this is normal happenstance.
"I'm sorry, Severus," I say getting his attention, "Lady refers to a woman involved with Father, especially coming from your mouth. I prefer Princess or Hime-sama."
"My apologies Dark Princess." a small smile tugs at his lips as he watches me grin happily.
"Keket, Severus is to start joining us every morning for our routine. Shall we demonstrate for him how we work in the mornings, especially when one is late." Father cocks his eyebrow at my antics, a smile in his eyes, and I nod.
"Yes Papa." I respond evenly, and Severus is watching the exchange with a, now, blank face, one eye brow cocked being the only form of expression.
Father puts me through my paces. First we warm up and meditate, then we do some strength and endurance exercises followed by a magical duel, where we have obstacles in the way of us.
"Defodio!" I speak, father blocks with a nonverbal expelliarmus and I return with a diffindo that he blocks. We send volley after volley of spells at each other, some of which we make up on the spot because our magic feels our intentions and moves to make them happen. Severus watches on in fascination at the power he can feel behind the spells we are throwing. I don't even know what it feels like, I simply try to make my spells as powerful as my fathers.