Chapter 9: A Time of Pain
Lily Evens woke up in a cold sweat. Her shabby robes stuck to her skin giving her mass discomfort. Last nights events came back to her in a blast. Lily gasped in breath, her breathing labored. She screamed until there was no oxygen in her lungs to let out, then she gasped in breath. The pain was only a memory away.
~`~
The deatheater's strong grips, Lily was sure, would leave bruises on her arms. Her feat had long since been picked up off the ground, it was just like flying- levitating, withoutthe extreme concentration involved and with pressure on her upper arms. She sighed and tried her best to block out the thoughts of the torture that was sure to come. Instead she let her mind concentrate on other things, like the dull grey wall, that was rough to the touch. She stared at the deatheaters, there wasn't much difference in them other then the height, and one's stomach bulged out, even though it was covered by loose black deatheater robes. Each had a hood on, and faces could not be seen.
One screaming-like laugh erupted from behind her, also much like a dementor's warning of attack. If it hadn't been for the peach, brown, and occasion hands, she would have thought they were dementors but no.They were human, if you could call them that. Since they were human, that laugh identified the one straight behind her as Lady Dom, nicknamed Lady Dumb. An itch developed on Lily's back. She tried to scratch it but the deatheaters held tight. Lily sighed, it was no use, she would just waste energy that she knew she would need. Maybe a spell would do it! Forming the scratching spell in her mind, she aimed it at the itch, but it soon diminished, they had put an anti-spell charm on her, and her powers were useless for 245 hours. Groaning, she let herself relax and willed the itch away. It didn't work.
Too soon they arrived at large black doors, making Lily gulp. One of the deatheaters stepped away from the group, she noted that it was the one that had almost broken her elbow, but before she could regain the blood flow there, another deatheater's hand flew to the vacant spot. The deatheater who had stepped away was quite pudgy and short.
His almost translucent hands pushed down the overlarge hood, revealing a chubby face, black beady eyes, and whitish blond hair, Malfoy. A smirk took up the older man's face.
"Well, look who it is! The great Lily Evens: Beautiful but stupid, how nice. Maybe from now on I won't have to baby-sit you brats!" Lily glared at him. He continued on, as if not noticing, "You'll either end up dead or in a prison cell. I, myself, am vouching for. Oh what was that word again? Oh yeah, death! Now if you'll excuse me or not, I'll see if the master will see you now." Malfoy knocked on the door, the beat of his fist echoing through the hallway. Lily's eyes strayed to his upper arm. There, the usually plain black robe had a fiery red symbol on it. It was a skull with a snake intertwining through it. She knew the symbol well. It was on all deatheaters, in different places. If they completed their Demon Child Training, her, James, and Nick would get one of those horrid marks on them, plus another, which would signify their being Demon Children.
The black-eyed man opened the door with a loud, unoiled creek, and then stepped in, swiftly closing the door behind him. A man of the age: 21 was starting to make Lily really uncomfortable. He was purring his hands in all the wrong places, and was inching rather close to her. Lily growled and pushed him away, causing the other deatheaters to grab a hold of her, harder, and him to stop what he was ding. She grinned triumphantly, but her smile soon dissipated when Malfoy stepped outside of the doors, rather gleefully.
"His Lordship will see you now." He stepped away, and the deatheaters let her go, but also blocked her only escapes. She sent one last glare to them all, then fearfully opened the doors with trembling hands, and shakily stepped in. Before the door was totally shut, she heard Malfoy say; "Now I have other matters to attend to like. Potter for ex-" Then the doors shut and she walked forward into the mists of darkness that already surrounded her.
She could see nothing, only the pure black. Lily walked on; blindly, trusting nothing but having no choice. Finally two red eyes opened. They were created by hatred. Tom Riddle had long lost his body and soul; leaving nothing but the darkness he had created by following the devil. Lily stopped, not wanting to go any further. That's what he had intended her to do. One by one, torches flitted on, starting at the start of her walk to the other end of the hall. Lily looked around, not wanting to see Voldemort. The hall showed signs of past beauty, but now. Now it was old and dusty. The stones were cracked and large spider webs hung around.
"Lily Evens," Voldemort said coldly, breaking through Lily's thoughts, and like a spell, forced her to look up at him. She was disgusted by the sight of his hood was pulled down and his sleeves were torn off. Instead of a human man, there stood something. Something inhuman. His hands were made of rotting skin on the bone; as were his arms accept the skin hung off the bone. His face was fairy tale elf-like, at the least that was his face structure. His eyes were big and distinctly red though his skin was made up of tightly wrapped pallor skin, and a few strands of translucent white hair stuck out of the top of his head. His mouth was only a hole with sharp reddish-white teeth.
Lily stared at him, her mouth agape. She wasn't as shocked as she was scared. This was the face of pure evil. He had no soul and certainly no conscious. The evil man laughed, as though he were a maniac, which he very well was.
"You didn't expect to be looking at a fine young man, did you? No. I've put on my years. Did you know this is what happens to someone who trades his soul with the devil? A man without his soul changes, but it's well worth it. It will always be. You know Lillian power is that way. Power is worth giving up anything." He paused waiting for a response.
"You're wrong, there are other things more important." He raised his non- existent eyebrows, wrinkling the stretched brow.
"Oh? Do enlighten me." Voldemort stared at her, with his piercing eyes. He was as calm as ever, more so then he usually is.
"Love," Lily fell to the ground, screaming. Pain had overtaken her. Her vision was blurred and her body felt as though she was being burned alive. Her bones felt as if they were changing positions. Everything was happening at once, it seemed.
"Wrong answer," The dark lord said. That night Lily's screams could be heard echoing through the halls.
"Oh yes, and I also wanted to share a little secret with you," He waited for a comment, but there was none. Her pants of relief made him smile. "You know Dementors? Well, you see, they look lie me." His lipless mouth twisted into a deformed and rotted smile. His gums were black and his teeth were two rows of rotted this spikes. "I made them. When I sold my soul, the deal also gave me the Power to create my own servants. It took me years to do it, but I finally called up Demons from below. They had powers beyond belief. Their Dementor kiss, as it's popularly called sucks the sou out of the human, as you know but there's another trick that they can do, tha's done right after the Kiss. Nobody knows it but me; His Lordship, the devil; and now you. With their fingers they cut into your blood streams." He waved his long, twisted fingers to make a point. "Then they drink all your blood from the body, all the time you can feel it. After this is done, they cut into your wrist, put their rotted mouths on the large gash. and regurgitate a black poison into your empty bloodstream. Soon enough it's all in your body, after a week's time. The poison also speeds up your rotting process. You soon turn into a dementor."
Lily had gone pale now, a silent scream on her lips. The enlightenment had not been wanted, nor welcomed.
"Now what do you say now? What's better, Power or Love?" Lily's voice was lost to her and her body shook.
Finally she gained enough breath to stutter out, "L-love." Then she knelt down in pain again, this time refusing to scream. He was a monster, he didn't deserve to hear her pain, he may see it but that couldn't be helped. Soon though Lily collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
~`~
Lily stared at the ground, replaying the horrid memory over and over nonstop. She couldn't stop it. Voldemort had used pain and fear against her, and it had almost worked. She had been on the edge of saying power was better, before she had fainted. She was no utterly ashamed of herself. Lily dropped her head to the icy floor and let herself sleep.
~*~
She woke up as a hard boot connected to her ribs, and sent her flying. Lily sleepily stood up, her eyes heavy. She looked into the face of Malfoy. His black eyes glinted evilly and a small smirk played at his lips.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the traitor." Lily glared at the chubby man. "Looks like I had to grace you unworthy fool with my presence again. Now it's time to complete your Demon Child Training. All you must do is swear your allegiance, and then be willing to have a smell done that will get rid of all those idiotic thoughts about escape and that you don't want to be apart of this. Huh! Now. Swear with your wand." Lily eyed him wearily.
After a moment of silence, she finally croaked out, "Why don't you do the spell to me, without my willingness?" Malfoy stared at her coldly.
Then, as icy as his stare, he said, "Because you have to have the Promise done and be willing to let you8r thoughts go. Now! Hold up your wand and let's do this! Who knows, maybe if you do it, Potter will come also to his senses. He'd follow you anywhere."
She shook her head. "Never," Lily whisper was barely audible but still there. He sighed and grumbled something that sounded much like "insubordinate" under his breath.
"Very well, but remember, the sooner you finish your Demon Child training, the sooner you get out of this cell and into finer quarters." With those last words, he swept away, leaving Lily to her sleep.
Lily Evens woke up in a cold sweat. Her shabby robes stuck to her skin giving her mass discomfort. Last nights events came back to her in a blast. Lily gasped in breath, her breathing labored. She screamed until there was no oxygen in her lungs to let out, then she gasped in breath. The pain was only a memory away.
~`~
The deatheater's strong grips, Lily was sure, would leave bruises on her arms. Her feat had long since been picked up off the ground, it was just like flying- levitating, withoutthe extreme concentration involved and with pressure on her upper arms. She sighed and tried her best to block out the thoughts of the torture that was sure to come. Instead she let her mind concentrate on other things, like the dull grey wall, that was rough to the touch. She stared at the deatheaters, there wasn't much difference in them other then the height, and one's stomach bulged out, even though it was covered by loose black deatheater robes. Each had a hood on, and faces could not be seen.
One screaming-like laugh erupted from behind her, also much like a dementor's warning of attack. If it hadn't been for the peach, brown, and occasion hands, she would have thought they were dementors but no.They were human, if you could call them that. Since they were human, that laugh identified the one straight behind her as Lady Dom, nicknamed Lady Dumb. An itch developed on Lily's back. She tried to scratch it but the deatheaters held tight. Lily sighed, it was no use, she would just waste energy that she knew she would need. Maybe a spell would do it! Forming the scratching spell in her mind, she aimed it at the itch, but it soon diminished, they had put an anti-spell charm on her, and her powers were useless for 245 hours. Groaning, she let herself relax and willed the itch away. It didn't work.
Too soon they arrived at large black doors, making Lily gulp. One of the deatheaters stepped away from the group, she noted that it was the one that had almost broken her elbow, but before she could regain the blood flow there, another deatheater's hand flew to the vacant spot. The deatheater who had stepped away was quite pudgy and short.
His almost translucent hands pushed down the overlarge hood, revealing a chubby face, black beady eyes, and whitish blond hair, Malfoy. A smirk took up the older man's face.
"Well, look who it is! The great Lily Evens: Beautiful but stupid, how nice. Maybe from now on I won't have to baby-sit you brats!" Lily glared at him. He continued on, as if not noticing, "You'll either end up dead or in a prison cell. I, myself, am vouching for. Oh what was that word again? Oh yeah, death! Now if you'll excuse me or not, I'll see if the master will see you now." Malfoy knocked on the door, the beat of his fist echoing through the hallway. Lily's eyes strayed to his upper arm. There, the usually plain black robe had a fiery red symbol on it. It was a skull with a snake intertwining through it. She knew the symbol well. It was on all deatheaters, in different places. If they completed their Demon Child Training, her, James, and Nick would get one of those horrid marks on them, plus another, which would signify their being Demon Children.
The black-eyed man opened the door with a loud, unoiled creek, and then stepped in, swiftly closing the door behind him. A man of the age: 21 was starting to make Lily really uncomfortable. He was purring his hands in all the wrong places, and was inching rather close to her. Lily growled and pushed him away, causing the other deatheaters to grab a hold of her, harder, and him to stop what he was ding. She grinned triumphantly, but her smile soon dissipated when Malfoy stepped outside of the doors, rather gleefully.
"His Lordship will see you now." He stepped away, and the deatheaters let her go, but also blocked her only escapes. She sent one last glare to them all, then fearfully opened the doors with trembling hands, and shakily stepped in. Before the door was totally shut, she heard Malfoy say; "Now I have other matters to attend to like. Potter for ex-" Then the doors shut and she walked forward into the mists of darkness that already surrounded her.
She could see nothing, only the pure black. Lily walked on; blindly, trusting nothing but having no choice. Finally two red eyes opened. They were created by hatred. Tom Riddle had long lost his body and soul; leaving nothing but the darkness he had created by following the devil. Lily stopped, not wanting to go any further. That's what he had intended her to do. One by one, torches flitted on, starting at the start of her walk to the other end of the hall. Lily looked around, not wanting to see Voldemort. The hall showed signs of past beauty, but now. Now it was old and dusty. The stones were cracked and large spider webs hung around.
"Lily Evens," Voldemort said coldly, breaking through Lily's thoughts, and like a spell, forced her to look up at him. She was disgusted by the sight of his hood was pulled down and his sleeves were torn off. Instead of a human man, there stood something. Something inhuman. His hands were made of rotting skin on the bone; as were his arms accept the skin hung off the bone. His face was fairy tale elf-like, at the least that was his face structure. His eyes were big and distinctly red though his skin was made up of tightly wrapped pallor skin, and a few strands of translucent white hair stuck out of the top of his head. His mouth was only a hole with sharp reddish-white teeth.
Lily stared at him, her mouth agape. She wasn't as shocked as she was scared. This was the face of pure evil. He had no soul and certainly no conscious. The evil man laughed, as though he were a maniac, which he very well was.
"You didn't expect to be looking at a fine young man, did you? No. I've put on my years. Did you know this is what happens to someone who trades his soul with the devil? A man without his soul changes, but it's well worth it. It will always be. You know Lillian power is that way. Power is worth giving up anything." He paused waiting for a response.
"You're wrong, there are other things more important." He raised his non- existent eyebrows, wrinkling the stretched brow.
"Oh? Do enlighten me." Voldemort stared at her, with his piercing eyes. He was as calm as ever, more so then he usually is.
"Love," Lily fell to the ground, screaming. Pain had overtaken her. Her vision was blurred and her body felt as though she was being burned alive. Her bones felt as if they were changing positions. Everything was happening at once, it seemed.
"Wrong answer," The dark lord said. That night Lily's screams could be heard echoing through the halls.
"Oh yes, and I also wanted to share a little secret with you," He waited for a comment, but there was none. Her pants of relief made him smile. "You know Dementors? Well, you see, they look lie me." His lipless mouth twisted into a deformed and rotted smile. His gums were black and his teeth were two rows of rotted this spikes. "I made them. When I sold my soul, the deal also gave me the Power to create my own servants. It took me years to do it, but I finally called up Demons from below. They had powers beyond belief. Their Dementor kiss, as it's popularly called sucks the sou out of the human, as you know but there's another trick that they can do, tha's done right after the Kiss. Nobody knows it but me; His Lordship, the devil; and now you. With their fingers they cut into your blood streams." He waved his long, twisted fingers to make a point. "Then they drink all your blood from the body, all the time you can feel it. After this is done, they cut into your wrist, put their rotted mouths on the large gash. and regurgitate a black poison into your empty bloodstream. Soon enough it's all in your body, after a week's time. The poison also speeds up your rotting process. You soon turn into a dementor."
Lily had gone pale now, a silent scream on her lips. The enlightenment had not been wanted, nor welcomed.
"Now what do you say now? What's better, Power or Love?" Lily's voice was lost to her and her body shook.
Finally she gained enough breath to stutter out, "L-love." Then she knelt down in pain again, this time refusing to scream. He was a monster, he didn't deserve to hear her pain, he may see it but that couldn't be helped. Soon though Lily collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
~`~
Lily stared at the ground, replaying the horrid memory over and over nonstop. She couldn't stop it. Voldemort had used pain and fear against her, and it had almost worked. She had been on the edge of saying power was better, before she had fainted. She was no utterly ashamed of herself. Lily dropped her head to the icy floor and let herself sleep.
~*~
She woke up as a hard boot connected to her ribs, and sent her flying. Lily sleepily stood up, her eyes heavy. She looked into the face of Malfoy. His black eyes glinted evilly and a small smirk played at his lips.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the traitor." Lily glared at the chubby man. "Looks like I had to grace you unworthy fool with my presence again. Now it's time to complete your Demon Child Training. All you must do is swear your allegiance, and then be willing to have a smell done that will get rid of all those idiotic thoughts about escape and that you don't want to be apart of this. Huh! Now. Swear with your wand." Lily eyed him wearily.
After a moment of silence, she finally croaked out, "Why don't you do the spell to me, without my willingness?" Malfoy stared at her coldly.
Then, as icy as his stare, he said, "Because you have to have the Promise done and be willing to let you8r thoughts go. Now! Hold up your wand and let's do this! Who knows, maybe if you do it, Potter will come also to his senses. He'd follow you anywhere."
She shook her head. "Never," Lily whisper was barely audible but still there. He sighed and grumbled something that sounded much like "insubordinate" under his breath.
"Very well, but remember, the sooner you finish your Demon Child training, the sooner you get out of this cell and into finer quarters." With those last words, he swept away, leaving Lily to her sleep.