In The Absence of Light
by Inkblot-Crisis
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-Filler Chapter One-
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A labrynth. A deep and cavernous labrynth. Inside the turns and secret panels was a vast hall, on the walls hung the banners and flags of the different forces of resistance during the War.
Two wands crossed against each other. Wizardkind, The proud weilders of New Magic.
A Crossbow surrounded by twelve stars. Centaurian, Those guided by Ancient Lore and the Stars themselves.
A crude drawing of a skull. Gigantii, A simple race...yet effective at times.
...and lastly...the visage of a burning Fire-bird soaring towards the heavens. The Order of the Phoenix, The best of the best.
What remained now were tattered remnants of the once proud banners that flapped in the winds of battle. All of these flags were taken as the battle was still afoot, demoralizing the enemy in the process. An underhanded tactic...but what would you expect from the Alpha Squadron of the Death Serpent Corps.
Deeper still into the hallway was an iron-cast double door that looked as if it was made for a giant. No one with less than the required amount of strength, magical or otherwise, was alound to pass. There were few who could enter...fewer still that came out of it alive. For behind the double doors was the only room that had such a high level of security, even the members of the High Council of Wizards were ignorant of the hall's existence.
This was the shadowy Hall of the Dark General...and the General was angered beyond reason.
"Useless DOGS!" a voice boomed. It echoed throughout the dark room "You let him escape?! You let a mere Beta slip from your grasp? Both of you are insults not only to my command but to the Dark Lord's as well!"
Two figures quivered under the gaze of their Superior Officer "Begging for your forgiveness, General..." one of the figures said as they kneeled "...he unleashed both of his Breakers' potential and had us incapacitated for a moment...though I would believe that the damage he sustained would do him in as time lingers."
"The poison in his eyes will quickly travel to other parts of his body, where slowly it will devour him from the inside...by now he will be experiencing a multitude of nightmares before dashing his head against the wall." the other offered "It was insurance, my General, just incase something like this should happen."
"None-the-less..." the voice boomed again "...my orders were to kill ON SIGHT, by letting him live even longer than I intended you have betrayed the Dark Lord's command." the Dark General points at both of them "You are hereby sentenced to death on the grounds of treason."
"My General! Please, we beg for another chance." one of the two lieutenants begged.
"You had your chance..." The General stated "...I gave you a day to find him, and you still turn up empty..." he stood from his throne and walked down the black marble stairway that was strewn elegantly with burgundy rose petals "...such failure is inexcusable." he seethed as he now stood in front of them.
A sharp ringing sound echoed throughout the General's dimly lit throne-room. It was quickly followed by a sickening thud.
The remaining lieutenant stared in vile fear as her partner's head rolled towards one side of the vast room. She looked up, hoping that the General would see the sincerity in her eyes and the fear in her soul. She bit back a cry as her eyes fully locked onto the General's. What had once held Brilliance and Kindness was replaced with the Hate and Anger of the General's master. She stared into the black and red abyss that was to be her last image in her mind before she joined with her beloved partner.
The blow was swift...as was her death.
With a clang the General shakes off the blood from his rather cumbersome wand-breaker and splatters it to the fine marble floor. He does not sheath it though...as it does not have a sheath at all. He rests it on one of his shoulders as he walked back to his throne. Behind him a dozen or so followers were already cleaning the mess up. He didn't care, nor did he feel sympathy to his underlings. He was the Dark General, second only to the Dark Lord Voldemort in terms of power and respect...and he was getting tired of it.
As he sat down on his chair, slumped and utterly bored now that there were no more people to kill, he motioned towards one of his slaves, a young Veela-kin of no more than eighteen summers, to come near and feed him a piece of fruit from the bowl she was carrying. And as she fed him he contemplated as to how a wizard such as Draco Malfoy had escaped his word...but he knew the answer inside, he just wasn't listening to the cries of what remained of his now dark and tainted soul.
"RRRAAHHH!!" his mind was suddenly burning. He knew it wasn't from poison in the fruit (should there have been any), no...it was because of another reason...a reason much worst than any assassination attempt from each and every rebel fraction in the Slums "BEGONE!" he yelled at all his underlings, all of which ran away into their quarters, knowing all too well that afterwards the General would call one of them into his quarters to help him 'Relax'.
As soon as he knew he was alone he closed his eyes "Speak, my master, your servant awaits your orders." he stated solemnly.
A wild hiss and a cold and rasp breath is heard.
"But he is to be killed, my Lord. Those were your or-" the General lets out a cry of pain most unforgiving. He stood up and stumbled down the marvelous stairs all the while holding his head as if to prevent it from splitting open "F-Forgive me, My Lord, I did not mean to defy your word." he cried out in anguish and writhed in pain.
There was silence as The Dark Lord spoke to his General.
"Yes, as you wish, my Master." the General spoke as he rose to one knee "I now know that we still need that creature to carry your plans...I will leave him be, until it is time." he said in a revered tone.
The sound of a chilling laughter seemed to hauntingly echo throughout the throne-room.
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The fiery sensation left him as quickly as it hit him. The Dark General stood back up, shakingly at first, and walked towards his own quarters, where one of his underlings would be waiting at the foot his bed. He hoped that it would be the Veela from before, she seemed...different...from the rest, for some reason.
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The General was to do just that before he sensed something amiss. He lets out a sigh and rubs his temples with a gloved hand "Come out, Azazel...I know you're there." he called out.
"Aww...you'rrrre noooo fun." a whining voice said from above. The sound of a swooping robe and the soft landing of steel boots announced the presence of one of the most demented warriors secretly under the General's command.
With a wave of a hand there was a pillar of light that surrounded the creature known as Azazel. His clothes were matted with blood and the belt around his waist had one Wand-breaker more than his last visit.
The General squinted his eyes a bit to adjust to the light "This new one seems familiar, who is he?" the General asked as he sat back down on his throne.
Azazel cleared his throat before he went into an overly dramatic pose "He's served under the infamous Theta Squadron before he was transfered to Beta. An unquenchable sponge of knowledge and perhaps the most effective battle strategist of our time..." he mimicked a drumroll before continuing "...may I present, Ex-Beta Captain Blaise Amoreleus Zabini...currently my Host...Living Host, mind you." he finished with a wink.
"You took over him whilst he was still alive?" the General asked in utter disbelief.
Azazel bowed low in Blaise's body "This body runs, if that's what you mean...wasn't easy though." he said as he craned his neck "...and note the lack of accent. He's quite an adaptable little toy." he said before scowling "Now, turn off the light before I go ballistic..." he muttered dangerously, this earned him a spine-tingling glare from red eyes "...please, my Lord." he quickly added.
With another wave of a gloved hand the pillar of light is gone, the Hall is once again enveloped in darkness "I presume there is much we can use from his memories? I believe he was quite a learned Warrior."
Azazel looked towards the floor and shuffled one of his feet on the marble floor "Well...it's a bit difficult to explain, my Lord..."
The Dark General lets out a rumbbling growl "Then enlighten me." he drawled.
"His memories...they're not where it's supposed to be." Azazel stated before he shirked, knowing all too well the Dark General's reaction to bad news.
"WHAT?!" his voice boomed louder than it already was "HOW CAN THERE BE NO MEMORIES?"
"Oh, he has memories, General...just that they aren't in his head no more."
The General sat back down in his throne and looked at Azazel with contemplating eyes "Do what you must to find where he stores his memories and bring back anything that would benefit the New Order." he commanded "Begin your investigation at his place of residence, leave no witnesses alive." The General then waved his hand to mean that he was dismissed.
Azazel grinned wickedly "My four favorite words." he snickered. With that he jumped towards the ceiling and disappeared from within the darkness.
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The General sat in his chair...brooding. "Handmaiden!" the General bellowed a few minutes after Azazel left.
The strangely haunting young Veela-kin from before entered and kneeled before him "M'Lord?" she asked in her soft voice, fear seemed to be lacking in it as with the others like her...truly this one is...different.
"Get a hot bath drawn and have it ready by the time I get there." he said in a somewhat softer tone than he wanted to use.
"As you command, M'Lord." she said with a bow and elegantly walked hurriedly towards the General's Quarters.
He looked on as the Handmaiden vanished into his Quarters. He would know the reason for her...familarity, in time. Now...now was a time for a good soak and a back scrub.
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-Filler Chapter One End-
-The Dark General-
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AN
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A filler before the next chapter. We finally meet the infamous Dark General, tell me what you think, please.
The next chapter will be posted a week from now, so...you people have a lot to look forward to, this I assure you.
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