Masks Chapter 1
A/N:
Realized that I named the story Twisted in the last chapter. Ignore that, the name is masks. As for my summary: the last chapter was just an introduction. Now the summary will apply completely.
Warnings: Torture, attempted rape, blood, gore, battle scenes, slash, some lemons, femmeslash, language, and anything else I forgot to mention.
The Dark Beckons is still going to be updated. I just wanted to write some of this because I've had this on my mind for literally two years. I have most of this mapped out. I update inconsistently, so I might update 3 times in a week one week, and then stop for a week or two, then update once… I have no pattern. If two weeks pass, I will try and give you guys something. And before I forget, check out The Dark Beckons, my other fic, as well, and my forum, forum/The-Extra-Hands-Harry-Potter-Fanfiction-Group/123388/
Story Start: The Birth of Thanatos:
Lucius stared at me, his hands chained to the wall of the throne room, pleading. He knew what I had to do. My mother, the woman who did nothing to stop him even though she knew what had happened, was right next to him, chained up as well. Every Death Eater was behind me, and the Dark Lord was right next to me, everyone looking positively gleeful and anticipating the best torture session ever. They knew that Draco Malfoy was raped by Lucius, but they didn't know Draco Malfoy was me. I was under glamors: I had spiky black hair with blood red streaks, crimson and black streaked eyes, a basilisk tattoo, fangs, black wings, and talons. I was known as The Dark Lord's heir, Prince Thanatos. Only Lucius, Narcissa, and the Dark Lord could see through my glamors, Lucius and Narcissa because I wanted them to see who would kill them, and the Dark Lord because he insisted on it. However, I made sure that they couldn't speak my name, but could scream and plead, because the glamors would be pointless if everyone knew who I was. Their magic was bound already.
I smirked and began. I grabbed a knife out of my pocket and my wand out of another, cursing it to make it glow red-hot, pressing it against the tip of Lucius' most prized part of him. He screamed, and I couldn't blame him, as the knife had already made the part that I touched blacken. I started pressing it harder and harder, and the screams intensified. I then started cutting with it, slowly, watching in fascination as bits of him were cut off.
"Watch." I commanded, and when Lucius closed his eyes, I cut off his eyelids and moved his neck until he was forced to see himself be castrated.
The Dark Lord was smiling wickedly, and the Death Eaters kept watching, Bellatrix clapping her hands and cackling madly.
"Keep going, my Prince! The rest can learn much from you!" Bellatrix cheered… I swear she was acting like my personal cheerleader.
"Feel like helping me out with your sister?" I asked in a cold, dark, and low voice: the Prince's voice.
Bellatrix nodded, an eager smile on her face.
"After Lucius." I ordered. Her smile turned into a pout, but then she smirked.
"More time means I can come up with way more fun ideas. I like how you think, my Prince."
I turned my attention back to Lucius. No matter how much pain he was in, he wouldn't be able to pass out, due to a spell I had put on him. As he was now fully castrated, I moved to his fingers. I broke them each, one by one.
"You will never be able to touch another again."
I then cut them off, very slowly, and Lucius sobbed and screamed, thrashing against his bindings.
"You won't be able to do anything anymore. You are going to die now."
I slowly peeled layer after layer of his skin off on his arms, legs, and stomach. His screams were over now, because his voice gave out, but he still thrashed and sobbed. Then I made it go faster, blood squirting all over me, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and the Dark Lord. I looked at Him, apologetic, but there was no need to be that way. He was smiling widely at me.
"Got a bit carried away, my Lord."
Bellatrix then stepped forward. "You said when you were done with Lucius, I could help out."
"And so you shall." I said to her.
She transfigured an old Muggle stretching machine, forcing Narcissa until it, her arms and legs tied in opposite directions. I summoned a whip, white hot and started using my mother on her as she was slowly stretched out, her screaming like a banshee. I watched in sick fascination as her arms dislocated and stretched further and further.
"Stop the machine, Bella. I have an idea."
At this, Bellatrix smiled widely and obeyed, knowing that what was coming was brilliant.
"I read a short story recently: Edgar Allan Poe's the pit and the pendulum. Narcissa is already tied up. Time for the pendulum."
The Dark Lord's smile looked like it had the potential to split his face, as it was so wide.
He transfigured a chair into a huge, sharp blade and attached it to the top of the ceiling, making it so it would be able to swing and also go up and down. It slowly descended and started cutting Narcissa's stomach, then rose again after it was barely through skin, repeating until she was sawed in half.
I smiled and bowed, then walked out with the Dark Lord.
"You were amazing." The Dark Lord whispered.
…
So many memories… all meaningless now, that the Dark Lord is dead. Maybe I should follow him to wherever he is now.
Or you could fix everything. This is not the way it was supposed to be.
How could I do that? He's dead.
Time magic. Let's make a deal.
I realized that the voice wasn't just me being crazy and talking to myself. It was another being, and I grabbed my wand and jumped up into a battle position.
No need to be so hostile. I mean you no harm. You are needed to go back and change everything, starting about 50 years ago. Your Lord was meant to win, but Death had other plans and messed mine up. To change him from dying, I will send you and your Death Eaters to his 7th year to train him. He already had started a following, but not enough to make him powerful enough to refuse your help. He will be young enough to view you as an equal, and powerful enough to learn what you need to teach him. You must earn his respect.
What do I need to do in return?
You must rule too, as Grindelwald was a horrible leader, as well as guard Tom. He cannot die again. If he dies, you die as well.
I accept.
Good.
I felt myself fly backwards into a mass of light, then disappear.
