Chapter Nineteen
Before his demise that the his enemies had seen, the great Dark Lord Voldemort watched his loyal followers fall. Strange creatures flew from the shadows, slamming sharp claws into soft flesh. Even with fatal spells cruelly ripping into the hides, both sides fell.
But when a small group of armour dressed females on black horses stormed into view, the Death Eaters cried out as steel cleanly sliced through warm flesh. Wand arms useless to defend, they fell faster to the hungry teeth or to deadly steel.
"Stop them!" Voldemort hissed at his followers when something growled behind him.
"We finally meet." Black Tez glided forward, flanked by three large canines, one with three heads. "You have tried to ruin the last of my lines. We are the parents of Merlin, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Two lines of the founders with the lines of Hell have been my greatest children. But when you tried to eradicate the last of those few lines, you have awakened a Hell that was long ago. A Hell better left sleeping."
Wand raised, Voldemort wondered about his new enemy, "Who are you?"
"I am Tezcatlipoca or Black Tez. I am your worst enemy, the God of Hell!" Turning to his pets, "Fenris! Garm! Hold him!"
The large wolf, necked covered with a long slip of a leash, and a blood covered four-eyed canine leapt forward in action. Voldemort tried to blast them away or at least to the ground with a strong, "CRUCIO!" But they fought through the rippling pain, ripping their teeth into his arms, straight to the bone. He screamed in pain, dropping the wand and cancelling his spell. Black Tez simply spoke the last words to end his life, eternally. "Inimicus Mortis Eterno!" (Rough Latin translation for personal enemy's eternal death, sorry if it's mixed up)
Voldemort screamed louder as he felt something twisting apart inside him. From his eyes and mouth a thick black cloud forced its way free. Barely living, Voldemort saw his last vision of a red-eyed black cloud being caught by the three-headed dog and forcibly torn apart. With no soul to hold his life-force, Voldemort never saw nor felt his canine captors rip his body in pieces.
"Eternal damnation, my red-eyed one." Black Tez eyed the battlefield, soaked with blood from both sides. He watched with detached emotion as the Death Eaters still living screamed, clutching their left arms, as they fell to their knees as he mental called his creatures to stop. "Burn the dead, my dear Phoenix Queen. Then pull all our creatures to Mitnal. I shall follow shortly."
