Lucius Malfoy sat in his obscenely large study, indulging in a guilty pleasure. It wasn't one of these modern things that killed you sooner than you could enjoy it. No, this was a finely crafted, expertly rolled cigar. It was mild, nutty and had a hint of peach. He cut both ends, licked the cracks, and lit one end with a wooden match.

For good flavor, you must always use a wooden match and be careful not to put the cigar directly in the flame. Roll it between your fingers as the end lights. Puff one, two, three times. Don't inhale unless you want a sore stomach. He thought to himself.

As tendrils of smoke seeped from the end, Lucius closed his eyes and drew in the sweet dark smoke. He leaned his head back as he blew the smoke out slowly. The smoke darkened and thickened and turned black. Lucius furrowed his eyebrows, inspected his cigar, coughed, then put it out. The patch of smoke didn't disappear.

"Didn't anyone tell you smoking will kill you?" He knew that voice.

Lucius wasn't often caught off guard, nor did he often fear for his life, but this was an exception. He pushed himself deeper into his chair hoping it would swallow him up and hide him from the hellish sight before him. Dark tattered robes flapping and moving in currents of heat filled his vision.

"What- Who are you!" Lucius demanded. "My lord will-"

"Your dark lord is no more safe from me than you are, Lucius, son of Abraxis."

There was a small flash of light as the black hooded figure drew a thin silver blade from its robe and with bony fingers, held it over its head. "You are a soulless being, Lucius Malfoy, and therefore belong in a different sort of Hell. Allow me to deliver you home."

Then, as all lesser creatures do, Lucius graveled. "I have m-money, estates! You can have anything you like! M-my son! Take him, he will make a good servant for you, please!"

Like a hammer, the dagger came down, slicing straight through the devil's grandson. The magical blade left a black gaping hole in Lucius's chest, as if to prove there was no soul there. There was no blood, just the hole. The reaper mumbled under his breath and a massive hound appeared at his side. Within seconds the hound was lowered to the ground in a defensive stance waiting for the reaper to give the word.

Lucius's eyes widened even further and begged louder before having his head and spine wrenched from the rest of his body. He stared in shock at the reaper as he was held by the hair in Death's grip. With a low whistle, the Hell hound pounced at the limp, headless body as Severus was summoned back to his master's command with his kill in hand.

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"He didn't put up much of a fight, Master" Lucifer rolled his eyes as Severus dropped Lucius's head at his feet.

"No, I suspected he wouldn't. What a disappointment." He sneered. "Not even worth planting this one, really." With a dismissive wave, Severus was sent back to his chamber at Hogwarts. Lucifer stood from an elegant dining chair and picked the head up, and disgusted, threw it to a waiting Hell hound. He then strode to the mouth of a vast cave and looked out over a field of cracked dead earth. The heads of fallen sons and grandsons looked out, guarding the entrance to Hell itself, planted in the ground by root-like spines. The sounds of cracking bone and agonizing cries echoed behind the devil as he stood there.

a.n. I know this a short one, I apologize but my stomach was a little weak while writing this one, I had to stop. Enjoy :)