Well, people I'm back. I apologize for not updating sooner. As you know, my modem has died; after seven years he has moved on. Not only that, but my telephone company "interrupted" my phone service. Okay, so my parents didn't pay. IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
Anyways, I found someplace to write my new chapters! I shall be updating on Sundays, since my wonderful is loaning me her computer these day!
Thank my Aunt.
Anyways, time to thank reviewers!
dArK-dAeMoIs-DeA: Yes, very very very very deep incide. Anyways, I'm afraid to say that there isn't any blood in this chapter, but it will give you an idea of all that will be shed in future ones!
spinnerofdark: Yes and no, you'll see soon enough! My dreams give lots of inspiration.
The Plot Bunny Whisperer: I'm glad you like and don't forget the quotes. I NEED those quotes!
lilime7Fae: Is that so? Then here is the update! As of what he is getting, he is getting his family back and oh so much more! You'll see!
Batsutousai-too: Yes, I am making a promise to write a Harry/Voldemort store. Heck, the wheels in my head are already twirling around. But that's for later, along with Hell Raiser III. Yes, there is a third part. Like I said, dreams give me ideas!
GoddessMoonLady: Well, I most say you are somewhere there with the Frost family thing, but not quite what I'm thinking and yes, they will want to be with him again.
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Well, here is the chapter!
Hell Raiser: The Pact
By: K.L. Bloodfang
Chapter 10: Planning the Last Strike
The next day, Permafrost was rudely awakened by someone savagely pounding at his door.
"Young Master Frost, your Father asks for your presence at the Breakfast table in half an hour and afterwards at the War Room (a.k.a. the Dungeons) to plan the final strike", said Lucius Malfoy, still pounding at the door.
Yawning, Frost got out of bed and took a quick shower, finally waking him from his dreams. He got out and dressed in another set of robes, identical to the ones he wore the previous night. He looked at himself in his floor-length mirror and cringed at his reflection.
"I can't wait for the time to kill father arrives. These robes are horrendous! I highly prefer my leather pants and jackets."
The Ice Prince sighed and made his way to the dining room. Inside where all the most trusted Death Eaters; Voldemort sat at the head of the table. Only one chair remained empty, right next to the Dark Lord himself. After Frost sat, several house elves brought dozen of plates filled with food for the Death Eaters to enjoy. Everyone waited for the Dark Lords, Voldemort and Permafrost, to fill their plates and then they ate.
Conversations were carried out by everyone at the table, everyone except Permafrost. Concerned, Voldemort addressed his son.
"Frost, is something bothering?"
"Huh? No, father. I'm just thinking about the Ministry takeover. I want to have something important to say when you ask."
"Good Boy, brilliant! You will make a great Dark Lord when the time arrives."
'You have no idea', thought the Ice Prince, smirking lightly at Voldemort's words.
Half an hour later, after everyone finished their breakfast, Voldemort and Frost led their elite group of followers to the War Room, where several long tables where set and all the lesser Death Eaters were already seated. After walking up to the Head Table, the Elites and Lords sat.
"Good Morning, my faithful followers. As you already know, today we shall plan our greatest and most important attack. We shall destroy the Ministry of Magic and, in doing so, finally taking over Britain, and soon after, the World. If you have any ideas or thoughts, I want you to speak out. If you say anything stupid, though, you will be tortured. Are clear?", asked the Dark Lord, eyeing everyone in the room maliciously. Everyone nodded, knowing better than to mess with their Lord.
"Good! Let's begin. Who is brave enough to speak first?"
"I would like to, my Lord." Said Lucius Malfoy.
"Go ahead, Lucius."
"My Lord, we will need higher numbers to attack the Ministry successfully."
"I agree, my Lord. If we were to attack using only our present number followers we are most likely to lose", added Severus Snape.
"They bring out a very good and crucial point, Father. You know, there is a large number of inmates in Azkaban that, given the right incentive, would more than likely follow your every command. Also, I believe that a lot of extra brute force and destructive power is needed in our attack. It will scare not only the British wizards, but the entire Global Wizard community as well. THINK OF ALL THE BLOOD, GORE, DEATH AND DECAY!", said Permafrost, getting lost in his thought. Voldemort considered this words and after a few minutes nodded his agreement.
"I believe the three of you are right. We will need higher numbers and far more force, not magical but physical. What and/or who do you think would be easily manipulated in becoming a Death Eater or join us in our cause, besides the Azkaban inmates?" asked Voldemort. Karkaroff, once again a loyal Death Eater, spoke tentatively.
"My Lord, I believe I know who. Most of the Drumstrang students are loyal supporters of your cause. They have been trained and have been awaiting the chance to join your ranks ever since your return to power. They are brave and very talented. Also, I know Viktor will be easily manipulated into becoming one of your Death Eaters."
"Hold it, do you mean Viktor Krum, the Quidditch player?". Asked Permafrost, staring Karkaroff in the eyes, who became rather nervious..
"Ye…ah…"
"How many students are we counting with?", asked the Dark Lord.
"Over 100 students, My Lord."
"Hmm.. over 100 young souls. They will do great for you own group of followers, my son, don't you think so?"
"Yes, father. I agree."
"Very well, Karkaroff. Find them and bring them here. With them and the Azkaban inmates there will be around 500 Death Eaters. That should do for our magical strength, but we still need more power." Greyback, who had been thinking the whole time, stood up from his chair and addressed Voldemort.
"My Lord, what about us werewolves? Most of us can do magic and we are stronger and far more savage than any human. I know the Lord of Werewolves, he despises the Ministry of Magic and he is willing to join you and the Young Master. You have our support."
"Perfect, there we have power. Is this enough for you, Permafrost?", asked the Dark Lord to his son, who didn't seem satisfied.
"I still think we need more power. Remember, we don't only want to destroy the Ministry, but terrify every single wizard in the world for an easier takeover. In other words, we most scare the shit out of everyone, pardon my expression."
"It is pardon, very well. What do you have in mind then?"
"Vampires and Dragons. There is more than enough destructive force with them on board, combined with the werewolves savageness and our Death Eaters' cunningness, our victory, along with complete World domination is as good as ours. Just imagine, blood EVERYWHERE! Dismembered body parts everywhere you look, the fear in their faces, their screams of pain! Shredded and scourged bodies impaled in the remains of the Ministry of Magic. Thinking about it makes my mouth water."
Everyone stared wide-eyed at their Young Master's words. Nods and murmurs of approval echoed through the room. Even Lucius and Severus seemed impressed with the boy's ideas. Voldemort smiled at the brilliantness of his son.
"Amazing, not even I had thought about dragons. Vampires yes, but not dragons", he thought. "Good thinking, Permafrost, truthfully a Dark Lord's Heir. We shall convince the Lord of Vampires, Azarius and the Lord of Dragons, Scourge to lend us their powerful armies in exchange of their freedom from Wizarding Slaying laws. Yes, I believe they will aid our cause nicely. Like I said, Fenrir, you will bring Lord Alpha to us, Lucius, I believe you know Lord Azarius so you get him here and Severus, you know where the Dragon Lord resides, so you fetch him. The rest of you shall breakout the Azkaban inmates; you have a month, the same time of our next meeting."
The Dark Lord stood up and left the room, the Ice Prince following his steps. Voldemort looked back at his son and addressed him.
"Frost, your performance today was exceptionally impressing. I now have no doubt in my mind that I have chosen the right heir. You have made your father proud", he said and hugged his son. He left, leaving a disgusted Frost behind.
'Pathetic, he is getting weak. His weakness shall be his downfall and my opportunity to kill him.'
Well, people me done for this chapter. And I have news! Hell Raiser will have three parts: Hell Raiser: The Pact, Hell Raiser II: The Stand, and Hell Raiser III: Vengeance. Neither part two nor three have been written but are roughly planned. I should begin posting part two, along with another story called "The Boy is Mine" (finally, eh Ming-Ming) either December 10 or 17.
Anyways, read and review please!