Summary: Voldermort, being the very wise and intelligent person we all
know, summons the most powerful of all demons... and he comes... AU? Yes. Dark?
Yes. Other than human characters? Oh, yes... maybe a few surprises, too. R&R.
Flame at will.
Warning:
This story will contain the following: -demons
-angels
-special initiations
-slash (but not much and not very explicit)
-darkness
-hard words
-mad Voldemort
-weird creatures
-warriors
-different realms
-knights of eternal fire
-elves
-others
Now that you have been warned and find no problem in reading such a story, please proceed. Chapters with slash will be foretold. See the AN at the beginning of the chapters.
Disclaimer: Own myself and the characters that you've never seen before. All other things belong to others. Except the plot. I own that, too.
AN: I'll be writing about myself in third person. Because I can be omniscient then. But you mustn't be, so I can leave you in mystery for a while. And I might have some OoC-ness, but not much.
Title: Demons and Angels
Chapter 1
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Minerva McGonagall grabbed the paper and read the 'sensational Muggle editorial' that Severus gave her.
"...Two men found dead in the house of one of them. No sign of breaking in the house, the doors and windows were closed. Nothing explains, however, the torn apart bodies of the two or why this murder was done and in such a brutal way, too. There were also found a few candles and a circle was drawn on the ceiling..."
"Minerva, do you know what type of magic needs a protection circle?" Severus asked darkly.
"Dark magic" she replied.
"Demon summoning. The idiots knew nothing of the art... Muggles, indeed. There is a clear rule that says draw the circle on the floor, not the ceiling, but they didn't consider it. The circle offers protection from where it is up, not down. The demons tore them apart."
"I don't understand" Poppy Pomfrey said. "Didn't you say they were Muggles? How could they summon demons, then?"
"Alas, Muggles can do magic, too" Albus Dumbledore replied. "Not as easy as wizards, but sometimes they overcome us... Some of the Muggles aren't even thought off by the wizards, but they are as powerful as some"
Poppy frowned, but didn't reply.
"The bad news is" Severus said slowly "this gave the Dark Lord a new idea: he now wishes to summon a demon to serve him. Fool..."
"Can he even master upon demons?" Minerva asked.
"Ah, yes, upon the small ones... But I do not guarantee for the greater ones. They are full of betrayal and beat the Dark Lord in some aspects" Severus replied. "He summoned all of us to this 'special magic ritual'... I have no clue who he will try to summon, but it will be great"
Severus let out a sigh of sadness and Dumbledore lowered his eyes to the paper. He just wished none of this would happen. But this time, they were much more organized than the last time and the Order of the Phoenix could do much more than before... Just that Voldemort insisted on raising the stakes himself... so they were a lot like in the last situation.
"So, what do we do?" Poppy asked.
"Pray" Remus Lupin said with a dark, humorless smile. "We are officially in trouble"
Dumbledore looked at them, standing in his office: Poppy Pomfrey, the wonderful mediwitch, Severus Snape, his greatest spy and wonderful Potion Master, Minerva McGonagall, the intelligent and stern Animagus and of course, Remus Lupin, the quiet werewolf. He just wished that at the end of the war, they could all still be standing there like they were now.
"There is nothing we have left to do now" the Headmaster said slowly. "We better all go to bed. Some of us have school tomorrow."
Nobody even smiled, they just left tiredly to their own quarters, leaving him alone in his office.
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Lord Voldemort stood in the circle made by his Death Eaters, chanting. He had carefully prepared the place, making sure there were two circles in the whole thing: one surrounded by black candles and drawn with human blood –a few Avada Kedavras did the trick-, two meters in diameter and one surrounded by red candles and drawn with dragon blood, five meters in diameter. He, Voldemort, was standing in the middle of the smallest circle, his hands in a summoning gesture and his servants in the second one, their faces towards him. But he had no clue where the demon would appear. Wouldn't it have been better if he had been outside the inner circle?
The wind was blowing so hard it was a miracle there still was something standing there and lightening started striking around them. A dark shadow slowly surrounded the second circle, covering it entirely in a few minutes, making it impossible for anybody inside the circles to see outside. A very powerful, somewhat human and somewhat inhuman spoke loud enough to cover the blows of the wind and the boom of the thunder:
"Ego veni"
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AN: this is enough for now... Review... Flame at will...
Latin:
Ego veni –I have come
Warning:
This story will contain the following: -demons
-angels
-special initiations
-slash (but not much and not very explicit)
-darkness
-hard words
-mad Voldemort
-weird creatures
-warriors
-different realms
-knights of eternal fire
-elves
-others
Now that you have been warned and find no problem in reading such a story, please proceed. Chapters with slash will be foretold. See the AN at the beginning of the chapters.
Disclaimer: Own myself and the characters that you've never seen before. All other things belong to others. Except the plot. I own that, too.
AN: I'll be writing about myself in third person. Because I can be omniscient then. But you mustn't be, so I can leave you in mystery for a while. And I might have some OoC-ness, but not much.
Title: Demons and Angels
Chapter 1
--------------
Minerva McGonagall grabbed the paper and read the 'sensational Muggle editorial' that Severus gave her.
"...Two men found dead in the house of one of them. No sign of breaking in the house, the doors and windows were closed. Nothing explains, however, the torn apart bodies of the two or why this murder was done and in such a brutal way, too. There were also found a few candles and a circle was drawn on the ceiling..."
"Minerva, do you know what type of magic needs a protection circle?" Severus asked darkly.
"Dark magic" she replied.
"Demon summoning. The idiots knew nothing of the art... Muggles, indeed. There is a clear rule that says draw the circle on the floor, not the ceiling, but they didn't consider it. The circle offers protection from where it is up, not down. The demons tore them apart."
"I don't understand" Poppy Pomfrey said. "Didn't you say they were Muggles? How could they summon demons, then?"
"Alas, Muggles can do magic, too" Albus Dumbledore replied. "Not as easy as wizards, but sometimes they overcome us... Some of the Muggles aren't even thought off by the wizards, but they are as powerful as some"
Poppy frowned, but didn't reply.
"The bad news is" Severus said slowly "this gave the Dark Lord a new idea: he now wishes to summon a demon to serve him. Fool..."
"Can he even master upon demons?" Minerva asked.
"Ah, yes, upon the small ones... But I do not guarantee for the greater ones. They are full of betrayal and beat the Dark Lord in some aspects" Severus replied. "He summoned all of us to this 'special magic ritual'... I have no clue who he will try to summon, but it will be great"
Severus let out a sigh of sadness and Dumbledore lowered his eyes to the paper. He just wished none of this would happen. But this time, they were much more organized than the last time and the Order of the Phoenix could do much more than before... Just that Voldemort insisted on raising the stakes himself... so they were a lot like in the last situation.
"So, what do we do?" Poppy asked.
"Pray" Remus Lupin said with a dark, humorless smile. "We are officially in trouble"
Dumbledore looked at them, standing in his office: Poppy Pomfrey, the wonderful mediwitch, Severus Snape, his greatest spy and wonderful Potion Master, Minerva McGonagall, the intelligent and stern Animagus and of course, Remus Lupin, the quiet werewolf. He just wished that at the end of the war, they could all still be standing there like they were now.
"There is nothing we have left to do now" the Headmaster said slowly. "We better all go to bed. Some of us have school tomorrow."
Nobody even smiled, they just left tiredly to their own quarters, leaving him alone in his office.
----------------------
Lord Voldemort stood in the circle made by his Death Eaters, chanting. He had carefully prepared the place, making sure there were two circles in the whole thing: one surrounded by black candles and drawn with human blood –a few Avada Kedavras did the trick-, two meters in diameter and one surrounded by red candles and drawn with dragon blood, five meters in diameter. He, Voldemort, was standing in the middle of the smallest circle, his hands in a summoning gesture and his servants in the second one, their faces towards him. But he had no clue where the demon would appear. Wouldn't it have been better if he had been outside the inner circle?
The wind was blowing so hard it was a miracle there still was something standing there and lightening started striking around them. A dark shadow slowly surrounded the second circle, covering it entirely in a few minutes, making it impossible for anybody inside the circles to see outside. A very powerful, somewhat human and somewhat inhuman spoke loud enough to cover the blows of the wind and the boom of the thunder:
"Ego veni"
----------------
AN: this is enough for now... Review... Flame at will...
Latin:
Ego veni –I have come