Madness of Duke Venomania by Kamui Gakupo (translation part one)
"Now, shall we dance?"
Today again a beautiful woman comes to me
That smiling you will become my new wife
A forbidden deal with the devil, this power placed in my hands
All the women that look at me are falling enchanted
°With the power to charm woman
*The man, to the basement of the mansion where he lives alone
°Brings one by one the women he likes
*Building up his harem
The taste of libido that hid poison, the pleasure of the blade that cut
Blood and sweat mixed together, turn before long into drops of purple
Once the clothes come off, there's no return to reality
WARNING: PROBABLY GRUESOME CHAPTER, SO I WOULD SAY M-RATED! JUST TO BE SAFE!
Interlude 1 - What to teach?
1st October 1991, 8 pm, teacher's longue
"Machinery of death - Inventions for the executioner of the ancient world
Technically sophisticated, effective and dissuasive, torture and execution devices have always been a mirror of the technical but also social development of their time. This dark part of human history is a testament of the pursuit for a mechanization of killing.
The first execution devices were simple but equally effective. Its inventors were inspired by nature and used fire, force and gravity.
First of all the 'Brazen Bull' also called 'Bronze Bull' or 'Sicilian Bull':
In the year 570 BC many tyrants reigned in some city-states of ancient Greece. The power of this leader was based on arbitrariness and violence and Phalaris of Akragas, Sicily, was one of them. The for-his-senseless-cruelty infamous tyrant had a special method to eliminate enemies, the brazen bull.
In many cultures around the world, the bull is seen as a mythical symbol of power and fertility. In ancient Greece he was also worshiped and Phalaris was originally from Crete, where the bull tribute had a special place. He ordered the artist Perillos from Athen to build him a bronze bull. A little door at its back led into the hollow interior of the bull, where the victim was then trapped. Afterward they lit a fire underneath.
The bronze bull was like an oven in which people were roasted alive but that was not enough. Through a metal tube construction, the death cries could be heard outside; however they were converted into the deep sounds of a bull. The exact construction of the tubes is unfortunately not known. Historical texts speak of a kind of music that was said to be spooky and scary. Easy trumpets like that were already used in ancient Egypt. But was it really possible to create with this design an object which could change human cries into deep bull-like sounds?
Without this device the screams of the victim could barely penetrate the closed bronze body. The victim may have tried to breathe through the open air. As the victim breathed out and screamed, the ghostly animal noises were created. However, it is difficult to imagine that a man in agony could reach the mouthpiece.
It is said that the tyrant Phalaris ordered the builder of the bull climb into it and scream out loud. He just wanted to check the sound. When Perillos had climbed into the bull, Phalaris imprisoned him in it and lit a fire underneath it. Perillos died in agony and the tyrant was content with his killing machine. While death cries came out, the things which must have taken place inside the bull's had to be an indescribable martyrdom.
Bronze has a melting point of about 500 degrees. It is an alloy of copper and tin. The bull probably weighed about 1000 pounds and would have to be made from metal layer. At temperatures above 500 degrees, the metal would not melt but soften. The heat would have spread in a circle and evenly. The good thing is that with appropriate flame heats the entire object.
Inside the bull there were temperatures around 400 degrees. To imprison a person in such an object would be like shoving a turkey into the oven. First the skin burns up, and then the meat dries out gradually and will turn tough. In this construction, the meat is heated from the inside out. After only 10 minutes a man would be dead in this hell, an eternity for the victim. Whether or not the tyrant was satisfied with the duration of the musical performance is however not known. For 16 years the bull of Phalaris in Sicily was a feared instrument of execution.
There are many legends about the end of this method of execution, a told fact that the bull was thrown after the reign of Phalaris by the citizens into the sea. Anyone who hears a wind instrument is hardly imagined that thousands of years ago a similar design was used to transform human death screams in music…."
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING THE CHILDREN?!" Minerva McGonagall raged as Pomona Sprout read the summary from a third year Hufflepuff's journal out aloud. Every teacher was looking at his with wide surprised eyes and open mouth, some started to turn purple with rage and some just were as pale as a sheet. Sybill was cackling so hard, she was nearly laughing her intestines out and Sevy started to turn a little bit pink on his cheeks from trying not to laugh or even giggle. Here they were sitting in the teacher's longue on the fourth floor – they apparently did this on the first of each month - talking about their lovely students and their successes or losses and now they were screaming at him! He did not do anything wrong! Really!
"Well, you know, basic things about muggles." He tried to explain. How could he explain this to these amateurs? Why could not they understand him? Muggles were not all sunshine, love and daisies and running together hand-in-hand over a flowery hill while the sun was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. He wanted to hurl. Muggles were like wizards human and had both a good and a bad side. There was not only light in this world… no… there was also darkness and chaos and madness. There is no light without darkness, but they did not seem to understand even the basics. Muggles were weak but nevertheless dangerous and he was going to show those light and normality loving children that the world and muggles were not only white and light. Well, let's see Dumbledore trying to explain himself to the students that everything Undertaker told them was true, that everything that the headmaster told them about the niceness about the muggles was false. Amazing, he loved creating chaos and wreaking havoc so much!
"WHY ARE YOU TEACHING THEM ABOUT TORTURE INSTRUMENTS?!" she screamed at him.
"Hehehe, please do not think so low of them. You all seem to forget that muggles do not have magic in any kind of form, so they had to be rather intelligent to build these lovely instruments. There was much muggle history and physics in my explanations. I think I did pretty good for my first try at teaching children." He stated happily. In all his year alive and dead, he never ever taught children. It already was a success that he did not kill anybody in school. Nobody said anything about going into the forest and kidnapping some interesting species for his Wonderland.
"BUT THEY ARE TORTUE INSTRUMENTS!" McGonagall continued to rage. To him she sounded like a broken record, maybe he had shocked her in stupidity.
"And why not? I personally find torture instruments rather interesting. There are so many and there are just so interesting! Torture was always a part of humanity, a part of muggles, a part of us wizards too. There were torture instruments thousand of years ago in the ancient world and even now in the modern world. There are a bit different now but at least as effective at the old ones. Even the church had many different kinds of torture devises for so called heretics and witches. Remember the witch trails? Most of the time they only got muggles, which they thought to be 'witches', but some of the muggleborns lost their lives in the process. Is that really such an unimportant part of our history? Should we really discharge our past or the one of the muggles so easily?" he answered her with a halfway serious expression. Let's see what they were going to answer after his speech.
"B-b-but…" McGonagall began to stutter unintelligently. He really wanted to hear her opinion to that matter.
"I am sorry, Minerva. It was entirely my mistake. I did not clarify what he should teach after all." Dumbledore interrupted her stuttering. Too bad, he really would have liked seeing her try to come up with a somewhat good response and it was the headmaster's fault after all. That was true. After all he had not really told him what to teach the children. 'Just the most important things about muggles and that they pass their OWLs and NEWTs', he said.
"Oh no, Albus, it is not your fault and YOU, young man, will teach them something else! No more about torturing people!" she yelled. Ohhhh, it was such an interesting theme, but he did not really want to get in too much trouble. He had already corrupted the minds of the children for a bit and would now continue. They really liked what he showed them after all which was rather surprising one could say. He taught them about so many lovely things. Dunking, Boiling, the Rack, the Chair of Torture, the Pear of Anguish, Thumbscrew, Pendulum, Foot and Head Press, Choke Pear, the Garrote, the Breaking Wheel, Crucifixion, the Apega of Nabis, the Electric Chair, the Iron Maiden, the Guillotine and many more. So many! So interesting! Absolutely lovely! One of his favorites was the not so much known Glasgow smile, a Cheshire grin cut into a person's face with a sharp object like a knife or even piece of broken glass. Funny, really! This type was not often used in torture but he really loved it!
"And please do not say things like 'Only for the amateur is decapitation decapitation, for the professional there are also the possibilities to saw or plow someone's head off.' and 'We really got far today! For the next lesson we should do some practical exercises in torture methods and different types of execution under the slogan: Bring your family!' in front of the children. They quote you literally. Do not joke about these kind of things." Sprout said while the rest of the teachers minus Sybill and Sevy nodded positively along. Party-poopers… the lot of them…
"Really? No more torture?" Well, too bad he taught them about most either way.
"YES!" Most of the other teacher yelled. Okay, okay, he understood. Quirrel still looked shocked, a little pale and breathless, Sevy was still trying to fight down a grin and Sybill had started to braid her hair.
"Okay!" he said happily. He had already other brilliant ideas anyway! Then they just continued to talk about uninteresting things like Harry Potter, the first years, Harry Potter, the twins, Harry Potter, the OWL and NEWT classes and had he already mentioned Harry Potter to Severus utter dismay?
AN: At first I wanted to make this a normal chapter and write down every month what he taught the children, but for now it was too much work, so I decided to go with interludes for now. Whenever I manage to write another month, I will update it as another interlude.
Well, now you know what kind of documentaries I watch in my free time and no, I have not killed anyone until now. They are really interesting!