Andromeda Chained

by prosto666

The world outside of the diary was not what he expected. Now stranded in a different time and place, lacking almost completely in resources and puppets, Tom has no choice but to start all over. Beck, caught up in her own pursuits, is drawn into the pages of his life, unwilling yet curious, and the descent only gets darker from there.

Prologue

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"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you."-Freidrich Nietzsche

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I couldn't restrain it any longer, it built up under my tongue, crawled along my throat-I called after him.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you burn in hell, Tom Riddle." He paused, slim, pale fingers curled around the brass knob, but didn't turn immediately. A moment of silence stretched between us, then he looked at me over his shoulder, a lock of dark hair fell across his brow in a painful example of tragic perfection-his grin positively savage.

"Will you be lighting the fire?" White teeth flash like a dagger in the dark, his voice was soft, playful, eager. The energy in the room spiked, a spark of palpable, aggressive magic-it made something flash in his eyes, so quick, but so small and colorless-it made me swell with delicious heat. I didn't smile, but I left my gaze open for him to peer into, to see for himself-to feel, and know.

"I am the fire."

His grin had lost some of its edge, his lips parting just slightly, to say something-but he didn't. He slipped out the door without another sound.

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