PAS DE DEUX IV-- LUCIFER'S BETTER ANGELS
DECEMBER 24, 1972
It took Liv twenty minutes to get to Charing Cross Road.
It took her another five to get into the Ministry building.
It took her twenty seconds to plan what she would say in her head, and forty more to feel it in her heart.
It took her a heartbeat to find the cell.
"Sejanus!" It looked as if there would be no speech, no redemption, for Sejanus was splayed across the back wall of the cell, blood oozing from an ugly bruise on his temple. He was knocked out. "Sejanus... wake up... please..." she knelt down at his side, and realized she was crying freely. She should have married him when she had the chance. However, Lucifer had a conscience, often beaten down and forgotten that would not let her go through with the ultimate deception. Liv, blinking through her tears, stared at him, memorizing every detail in case she never saw him again, the curly black hair, now matted with blood, his nose, the small scar under the chin. His lips so often twisted into a cheeky grin... so often kissed. She would have let go a long time ago if it was not for Sejanus, he had convinced her through all of her self-hate that she really might be worth something. Now, her worth began clear, to save a descent human being. Liv reached out and took his unconscious face in her arms, kissing those lips one last time and bringing it to her breast. "...'Til death do us part," she whispered, thinking of the ceremony about to take place in less than twelve hours, "'Til death do us part."
"How touching," sneered a cold voice behind her. Her heart skipped more than a few beats as she turned around. Liv breathed a sigh of relief. It was Albus Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore," she said, not conscious of her tearstained face or position in a high security area,
"Sejanus is innocent, you have to believe me--"
"There's nothing I like less than a Death Eater turned traitor," Dumbledore interrupted, as he took a step towards Liv, his blue eyes flashing menace.
"What?" Liv stared up at him in untapped amazement, mingled with fear.
A cruel smile played around the edges of Dumbledore's beard; "Polyjuice potion is truly a remarkable invention, my little Lucifer."
Liv's heart sank as a fierce anger lit it ablaze. How dare he, who had stolen her humanity, steal her one chance at redemption, "I'm not your little Lucifer anymore!"
"No," Voldemort reached forward and gripped Liv by the chin; "You will always be my little Lucifer. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Hearing them scream? Seeing those lifeless eyes? Smelling the death--"
"STOP!"
Voldemort chuckled, "You can't escape yourself."
"I love Sejanus," Liv said firmly, "I don't belong to you anymore."
Voldemort pulled a wand out of Dumbledore's robes, stroking it longingly, "And that is why I have to dispose of you, Lucifer."
"My name is Livilla!"
"This is Cox's wand, in case you didn't recognize it," Voldemort hissed, stroking it with his fingers, "Just one little curse... and then I place it in his hand. The results would be "unforgivable"..." he smiled at his own joke. "It would be all over the papers, my dear. Lucifer, along with his best friend's wife, kills his own fiancé. Terrible tragedy, warranting a life sentence in Azkaban."
Liv swallowed hard, a cold feeling creeping up her spine. "You can't do this!" Ignoring the consequences, she spat in his face.
Voldemort slowly wiped the spittle from his jaw and then flicked it onto the floor in disgust, obviously relishing the moment. "Watch me," he finally hissed. "Oh wait, you'll be dead..."
"I'll see you in hell," Liv whispered as he leveled the wand.
"Avada Kedrava." She dropped to the floor without a sound.
Smiling at the genius of it all, Voldemort slipped the wand into Sejanus's hand. It was all so perfect.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
Turning around, Voldemort saw Alastor Moody standing behind him with a look of raw shock engraved into his face. "I found them like this," Voldemort said in the tone of false sympathy he had perfected in his years at the orphanage. "He killed her, Alastor, Avada Kedrava."
Moody fell to his knees, staring dumbly at Liv's dead body, and Sejanus's live one. Voldemort could already see the cogs turning in his head see the stone settling in on his face, see his heart turn against the man he had once held so dear.
"I need to be alone... with them..." Alastor said croakily, the self-blame and hatred already resilient in his voice.
Voldemort knelt down beside the quailing man, and gently laid a hand on his shoulder, "Happy Christmas, Alastor," he said with a wry smile.
DISCLAIMER-- JK owns everything except for sejanus, liv, gabriel, chita, cait, mrs. crunchmas and her dog, all of lucifer's victims and laurel brock, who belong to themselves, except for sejanus who I suppose sort of belongs to horace segal (a former character, long and involved story don't ask)
the end. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I want to thank everyone who reviewed, blaise, katie bell, juliana, person, leef, molly, A.N.E., Peeves, NS, and to thank anyone that read this and didn't review (I urge you to please review now, any suggestions/raves/flames are taken to heart and appreciated). te adoro is I love you in Spanish, for those of you that don't know... and well thanks again. it will probably be a while before I post anything else, my muses don't seem to be speaking to me, or in plain English I have the classic writer's block. if you guys have any suggestions/ideas please leave in the form of reviews. and for anyone that cares, don't you think joaquin phoenix (the emperor in gladiator, to die for, return to paradise) would be a great viktor krum if they ever got around to making the fourth book into a movie? (im personally against the movie but...). speaking of gladiator, I heard they were considering russell crowe (the gladiator) for the role of sirius black, im not sure if he wold work out... how did I get off on this tangent anyway, ill stop rambling well leave any opinions or anything else in the form of reviews. love you all, and thanks again.
DECEMBER 24, 1972
It took Liv twenty minutes to get to Charing Cross Road.
It took her another five to get into the Ministry building.
It took her twenty seconds to plan what she would say in her head, and forty more to feel it in her heart.
It took her a heartbeat to find the cell.
"Sejanus!" It looked as if there would be no speech, no redemption, for Sejanus was splayed across the back wall of the cell, blood oozing from an ugly bruise on his temple. He was knocked out. "Sejanus... wake up... please..." she knelt down at his side, and realized she was crying freely. She should have married him when she had the chance. However, Lucifer had a conscience, often beaten down and forgotten that would not let her go through with the ultimate deception. Liv, blinking through her tears, stared at him, memorizing every detail in case she never saw him again, the curly black hair, now matted with blood, his nose, the small scar under the chin. His lips so often twisted into a cheeky grin... so often kissed. She would have let go a long time ago if it was not for Sejanus, he had convinced her through all of her self-hate that she really might be worth something. Now, her worth began clear, to save a descent human being. Liv reached out and took his unconscious face in her arms, kissing those lips one last time and bringing it to her breast. "...'Til death do us part," she whispered, thinking of the ceremony about to take place in less than twelve hours, "'Til death do us part."
"How touching," sneered a cold voice behind her. Her heart skipped more than a few beats as she turned around. Liv breathed a sigh of relief. It was Albus Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore," she said, not conscious of her tearstained face or position in a high security area,
"Sejanus is innocent, you have to believe me--"
"There's nothing I like less than a Death Eater turned traitor," Dumbledore interrupted, as he took a step towards Liv, his blue eyes flashing menace.
"What?" Liv stared up at him in untapped amazement, mingled with fear.
A cruel smile played around the edges of Dumbledore's beard; "Polyjuice potion is truly a remarkable invention, my little Lucifer."
Liv's heart sank as a fierce anger lit it ablaze. How dare he, who had stolen her humanity, steal her one chance at redemption, "I'm not your little Lucifer anymore!"
"No," Voldemort reached forward and gripped Liv by the chin; "You will always be my little Lucifer. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Hearing them scream? Seeing those lifeless eyes? Smelling the death--"
"STOP!"
Voldemort chuckled, "You can't escape yourself."
"I love Sejanus," Liv said firmly, "I don't belong to you anymore."
Voldemort pulled a wand out of Dumbledore's robes, stroking it longingly, "And that is why I have to dispose of you, Lucifer."
"My name is Livilla!"
"This is Cox's wand, in case you didn't recognize it," Voldemort hissed, stroking it with his fingers, "Just one little curse... and then I place it in his hand. The results would be "unforgivable"..." he smiled at his own joke. "It would be all over the papers, my dear. Lucifer, along with his best friend's wife, kills his own fiancé. Terrible tragedy, warranting a life sentence in Azkaban."
Liv swallowed hard, a cold feeling creeping up her spine. "You can't do this!" Ignoring the consequences, she spat in his face.
Voldemort slowly wiped the spittle from his jaw and then flicked it onto the floor in disgust, obviously relishing the moment. "Watch me," he finally hissed. "Oh wait, you'll be dead..."
"I'll see you in hell," Liv whispered as he leveled the wand.
"Avada Kedrava." She dropped to the floor without a sound.
Smiling at the genius of it all, Voldemort slipped the wand into Sejanus's hand. It was all so perfect.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
Turning around, Voldemort saw Alastor Moody standing behind him with a look of raw shock engraved into his face. "I found them like this," Voldemort said in the tone of false sympathy he had perfected in his years at the orphanage. "He killed her, Alastor, Avada Kedrava."
Moody fell to his knees, staring dumbly at Liv's dead body, and Sejanus's live one. Voldemort could already see the cogs turning in his head see the stone settling in on his face, see his heart turn against the man he had once held so dear.
"I need to be alone... with them..." Alastor said croakily, the self-blame and hatred already resilient in his voice.
Voldemort knelt down beside the quailing man, and gently laid a hand on his shoulder, "Happy Christmas, Alastor," he said with a wry smile.
DISCLAIMER-- JK owns everything except for sejanus, liv, gabriel, chita, cait, mrs. crunchmas and her dog, all of lucifer's victims and laurel brock, who belong to themselves, except for sejanus who I suppose sort of belongs to horace segal (a former character, long and involved story don't ask)
the end. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I want to thank everyone who reviewed, blaise, katie bell, juliana, person, leef, molly, A.N.E., Peeves, NS, and to thank anyone that read this and didn't review (I urge you to please review now, any suggestions/raves/flames are taken to heart and appreciated). te adoro is I love you in Spanish, for those of you that don't know... and well thanks again. it will probably be a while before I post anything else, my muses don't seem to be speaking to me, or in plain English I have the classic writer's block. if you guys have any suggestions/ideas please leave in the form of reviews. and for anyone that cares, don't you think joaquin phoenix (the emperor in gladiator, to die for, return to paradise) would be a great viktor krum if they ever got around to making the fourth book into a movie? (im personally against the movie but...). speaking of gladiator, I heard they were considering russell crowe (the gladiator) for the role of sirius black, im not sure if he wold work out... how did I get off on this tangent anyway, ill stop rambling well leave any opinions or anything else in the form of reviews. love you all, and thanks again.