I've seen your flag on the marble arch. And love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Remember when I moved in you, and the holy dove was moving too. And every breath we drew was hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
The Final Thoughts of a Tyrant
Chapter 1
It was somewhat like a throne room in the sense that there was a long hallway and a tall chair at the head. And in the chair sat a strikingly pale young man, golden curls framing his haunting, effeminate face. His cinnamon coloured eyes, cold and hard, stared forward with great intensity, and his full, slightly glossy lips were kept in a permanent sober expression, contrasting his eyes. Guards lined the narrow passage, their headgear pulled down low on their foreheads, casting a shadow onto their still eyes. Each guard held a golden, regal spear, perpendicular to the ground in one black-gloved hand and in the other, fingertips gripped black wands. At the end of the hallway, opposite the young man there was a set of doors, held together by his mark.
Or rather, the mark of what made him so feared. A circle with a straight line dividing it in half and continuing below; all enclosed by a triangle: the sign of the Deathly Hallows. The man's eyes were studying it when the knock came.
Rather than a knock, it was really a series of powerful bangs on the double doors. In a high, piercing voice, the man spoke, "Enter." Upon his command, the doors burst open yielding to a pair of soldiers not dressed unlike the soldiers standing in parallel rows along the hall. Hands obstructed by the two soldiers' grips there was a man. He was not an attractive man: brown hair, brown eyes, a large nose and a tiny mustache. Despite his discouraging appearance, this man was Muggle Europe's most powerful: Adolf Hitler. And, he had made a grave mistake.
"Hilter," purred the blonde man in a satirical manner. "Good to see you again." If Hitler heard the man's condescending greeting, he did not show it. "I'm sure you know that I am not very happy with you…" a wicked smile played across the man's lips as he stood up, sweeping down the hall to meet Hitler face-to-face. They were so close that the terrified Hitler could smell the other man's slightly floral aroma, and the man could feel Hitler shaking.
"L-Lord Grindelwald, please…" whimpered Hitler, bringing a quivering hand up to push his matted, dark brown bangs a little more sideways on his forehead. "I only-"
"Only what?" Lord Grindelwald exploded, reeling backward in his anger. "Only tried to betray me?" In one swift movement, he whipped out his wand: made of elegant Elder Tree wood, and pressed the tip to Hitler's sweat-glistening forehead. Bringing his tone down to a whisper, Grindelwald drew close to the the trembling tyrant once again. "I could kill you right now for your actions, you know," he taunted quietly. "It would be too easy. But, instead…" he appeared to be deep in thought, flaxen eyebrows knitting together in faux consideration.
"Please!" cried Hitler, tears welling up in his tiny, pig-like eyes. He tried to struggle his way out of the soldiers' grip with no luck. "Please! Have mercy! I am loyal to you! I am forever loyal to you!"
Grindelwald reeled backward again, exploding into a fit of hysterical laughter, a wicked gleam in his eye. The laughter stopped abruptly, and a twisted smile on his face, the blonde snapped forward, jamming his wand deeper into Hitler's forehead. "You are so stupid, Adolf Hitler!" he said. "If you think that senselessly killing Muggles is showing loyalty to me…" he twisted the wand further, forcing Hitler's head back."Then you are sorely mistaken! I instructed you to take control of Europe, not to create a twisted campaign to satisfy your ridiculous doctrine of beliefs!" A line of Hitler's blood trickled from the tip of Grindelwald's wand, down Hitler's nose and into his mouth.
"M-my Lord…" stammered Hitler, almost swallowing his own blood.
"I was to be in charge of your every action!" growled Grindelwald. "You were simply my puppet. But, you have misbehaved, and your reign is over."
"I-I—"
"You will die in exactly two days' time, Adolf Hitler. Whether you like it or not."
Noticing that Grindelwald had delivered the final piece of the intended news, the guards began dragging the sobbing Adolf Hitler towards the doors. The blonde man watched with lingering intensity until the doors slammed shut, the sign of the Hallows reuniting once again. Once this happened, after emitting a small sound of discomfort, Grindelwald shuddered and collapsed, face-down onto the marble floor. His frame seized once and then fell still.
((wynoo Note)) Hey guys‼ Ahh…this is just the beginning~ I've got everything cooking in my twisted brain…hahaha. So to speak. But, I super duper promise that it WILL be rated M for a reason! I hope I can persevere that far. How do you like insane Grindelwald? Everything about his relationship with Hitler will be explained in the next chapter. It's not platonic. Or romantic. At all. xD Await the next chapter! (or maybe it's already up, depending on the time…)
By the way, the lyric at the beginning, up by the title…those are taken from the song "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley. I've no idea if he actually wrote the lyrics, but that's where I got them from! : D If you've never heard the song, you should look it up, it's gorgeous. I put the lyrics out of context though.
Chapter two should be up tomorrow. (: