Waltzing under moonlight.
A gothic romance....(roses for the devils whore.)
~Song by Cradloe of Filth
A/n: I've fallen in love with the Bellatrix Black/Lucius Malfoy ship...named it Lucifer's Trix. Make of it what you will...starcrossed lovers.
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Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
Would marvel at making their Queen
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
And my heart reeled with grave poetry ...
'The first time we kissed it was fire from the start. It burned me to my soul and made me yearn for more…' Lucius Malfoy wrote in his journal, but tore out the page and burnt it as soon as the ink hit the page…he had to stop thinking of her…she was gone. She'd gone to prison rather than betray their Lord. She wouldn't ever leave…they could never be together anymore. "Bellatrix…I'm sorry." Lucius picked up a picture of the two of them…looking up at him, with curious looks as he took his wand and lit the corner, he watched as the picture of her writhed in agony as she was consumed in the flames, blackened and spent. He let the picture fall to the floor and crumble, destroyed like the ashes of the picture, Lucius Malfoy was crying.
From grace I fell in love with Her
Scent and feline lure
And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight
Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the dying trees
This debauched seductress in black, took me ...
'We met over the summer of my fifth year, she was only fourteen, we had been at a summer get together of a lot of the pureblood families and she had lured me out to the graveyard out behind the gardens…all statues and gargoyles…' Lucius tried again to put their relationship to paper, but again pulled it out, looking at the drying ink with anger…
"No, this isn't good enough, she was so beautiful, dark hair and beautiful black eyes…" with just a hint of green. He smiled at the memory, but frowned at the paper and again threw it into burning agony…nothing was good enough to put their relationship down…nothing was good enough for her.
In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
I tore free of my sleep-sepulchre
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
Lamented the spectre of Her
Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
I hungered for past overtures
The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much more than my soul could endure ...
'When the news of her sentencing came, I didn't think I would be able to survive, she was the only reason I could stay with that annoying, cheating woman I was forced to marry…My beautiful Bellatrix…was put in that hole, and there was nothing I could do. I raged around the house, breaking anything within reach of either me or my wand. I don't remember much, I was drunk for a long time after that. I think that's actually when I started drinking to much, I still do.' Lucius ran a hand through his long white blonde hair and tried to remember parts of his drunken ragings when he had first heard…
I, at once, endeavoured to see Her again
Stirring from midnight's inertia
Knowing not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
I danced like a blind acolyte
Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
Suffused with the perfume of night
'I tried and tried to find her, convinced that she was still wandering among the graveyard where we were first together. I would walk for hours, looking at all the statues of broken angels, and unkempt grassy plots. She was in all the angels, all the gargoyles…she was everywhere I looked, everything reminded me of her…noting could stop the anguish…it hurt. It hurt like it used to when the Dark Lord was angry with me and would punish me for failure…I had nightmares of him, laughing while I struggled for Bellatrix who was suspended, dead, in a cage over a black pit. I could never reach her.' Lucius was writing furiously now, his usually beautiful script, was scrawling, uneven, and if you knew his handwriting well enough, you could tell that his hands were shaking.
For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemeterty
Sleep, usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art
Screams haunt my sleep
Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together
Lamia and Lemures
Spawned thee leche
To snare my flesh
Portrait of the Dead Countess
'I eventually became like the walking dead, or soulless…I could look at my wife, but I felt nothing for her at all…no love nothing…when I looked at Draco, I saw an heir…that was it. All of the life in me was drained, it was like I was in Azkaban with her…I wished I was. I wished I could just see her. I just wanted to be with her again.' The pages of Lucius journal were covered in dense scratching that served as words…all of his walls had been either breeched, or had crumbled under their own weight…it was a hard thing to keep up pretenses when inside you were hollow.
Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, life's punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb ...
But poised nectar within my stirs
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell
To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette
"Fleeting, enshadowed
Thou art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my skin?
Dost thou not want to worship me
With crimson sacrifice
So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss
And weep with new-found life?"
Lucius read off a part of a poem Bella had written to him long ago…they had been fighting, and she had been so angry she told him that one day she wouldn't take him back and then he'd be sorry. The next day she gave him this poem, looking like she had stayed up all night writing it, her hands had ink stains on them and she was exhausted. Lucius had ordered her back to bed otherwise he'd take her back to the hospital wing. She went. He put the scrap of old parchment into the leather bound book and closed it. Looking up, he picked up his glass of brandy and drank it, feeling the alcohol burn his throat and it made him not miss her as much. The alcohol made her face fade behind lots of fog and smoke. The pain wasn't as sharp, wasn't as potent, like poison lurking in his heart, his lungs, making it difficult to breathe.
Red roses for the Devil's Whore ...
Dark angels taste my tears
And whisper haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear
Need-fires have lured abominations here ...
Nocturnal pulse
My veins spill forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish most
Awash on her perfidious shores
Where drowning umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves where lovers whore
Like seraphim and Nahemah
Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest
Blind reason against thee, Enchantress
For I must know, art thou not death?
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed ...
'I'm noting but an echo…heard today by her insane mind…she doesn't quite remember me anymore. She's nothing but an echo herself…nothing I can do is enough for her…nothing can bring her out of the fog and the prison she's still in. I've figured out what to do…I know how to end our pain. We'll be together, she said to me once, even if it kills us…I plan to hold her to her promise.' Lucius poured the black vial of liquid into the brandy for the next day…she was to come over to visit her sister…she was staying the weekend to get clean robes and things…
Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?
On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company
As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves
Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn
In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone
I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter
silhouette ...
Narcissa walked into the study, expecting to find Lucius pouring over something and Bella looking around or something. Anything but what she found…what she saw made her scream…she saw Lucius and Bellatrix sitting in the chairs around Lucius' desk, Bella looked asleep, but her skin was blue…much to blue to be alive. Lucius was sitting in his desk chair, his hand still around the journal he kept, she flipped to the last passage, which had spots on it.
'Narcissa,
I know you won't understand…I know you can't. But I had to do this, Bellatrix and I belong together, and we can't be anymore, save in death…maybe I can bring her out of her misery and suffering with death. Maybe things will get better once we're gone. Maybe they'll get worse. I don't know what to say to comfort you if you need it. But I'm sorry it had to come to this…bury us in the graveyard with each other, under a dancing couple…we'll dance forever under moonlight, look for us out in the graveyard, dancing our eternity away.
~Lucius Malfoy'
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And long after the Malfoy line died out, it was still said that the old graveyard was haunted by a dancing couple, who waltzed in robes and masks, a dark haired lady and a fair haired man…they waltzed every night…to music that never stopped, to the same song. Always dancing.