The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair

Disclaimer: JK own them. Tarantino owns Kill Bill and Hatori Hanzo

WARNING: VIOLENCE. The following chapter is very violent and full of gory details. Very Descriptive. So, if you have a weak stomach try to avoid the worst parts.

Author's Note: WOW! That chapter just flew out of me. Must be reading too much Edgar Allan Poe… Anyway, (1) refers to a passage in The First Turn of the Wheel of the World's End. (2) katana is the Japanese name for the Japanese Sword. (3) Battoujutsu is the special technique of drawing your sword. They say it's the fastest blow someone can use for the sheath helps to speed the blade. Yeah… I must be watching too much anime lately.

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SIRIUS

It was just too good to be true.

Laughter filled my lungs, sweet and feverish. Insane and lovely as just a madman's laugh, MY laugh, could be.

I just couldn't believe in how kind Lady Luck has been to me.

As I had turned my sword to the last remaining member of the northwest circle of five, what was my surprise when I had it blocked. My opponent held a sturdy bastard sword. Snakes and emeralds adorning its silver handle.

Before I saw the face, I already knew who was the owner of that sword. Every crafts work that adorned the piece screamed Malfoy. And at face of that I just couldn't believe… Too good to be true. I couldn't so much as contain my laugh, I felt so good. I had so lusted for the feeling of killing Lucius, of torturing him, hearing him scream and beg the mercy he never conceded Severus at school (1).

"Hey, Barbie! Long time no see you!" I screamed at him, delighted.

I couldn't see his face behind the mask but his mouth hanged open a few seconds before telling me with pale lips: "Salazar be praised, you are dead."

"No shit." I said mockingly.

There was I pause. "I saw you die!"

"Of course you did." I sneered.

"Then it seems I'll have to take matters in my own hands and send you back to the hell you shouldn't have left!" Said Malfoy charging in my direction.

I was surprised by the strength of the blow, by the technique behind it. Never thought Malfoy would know how to use a sword. I had to admit that it was getting better and better. How long had it been since I had a trained opponent? I blocked and attacked, cutting thin air as he dodged expertly.

The man was good.

It thrilled me. Cut, cut, cut, stab, block, dodge. Step back, step forward. Keep my stance. I could feel the hush of my blood in my years as I longed to see if Malfoy would bleed blue.

After half an hour crossing blades with the man I decided it had been to long. I got some distance and sheathed my katana(2). I prepared my stance for the drawing, the battoujutsu (3).

Most people can't really understand the great difference between European swords and the Japanese ones. European medieval swords are too heavy and their designs are not made for cutting. They are made for stabbing. Katanas, on the other hand, are the sharpest and swiftest killing blades around history. And I have been blessed with the one I was holding. Malfoy's sword can be very, very old and magical at that. But I… I was holding a Hanzo katana.

Let's just say he finally grasped the concept as he fell to the floor, both hands cut clean at his forearm, his right foot also sectioned from his body. While he was holding his heavy sword above his head to hit me with a vertical blow, I had dealt two blows and he fell down on his back in a matter of seconds.

But I didn't just cut his head right away.

I smirked at him. Sheathed my sword once more and sat myself on his chest. I could see his fear, almost taste it. He was defenseless, as Severus had felt. He had tried to escape, to kick me with his good leg, to lung at me with his handless arms as Severus had madly tried to struggle.

All he managed was to dirty me with his blood. Oh, and, by the way, it was red as everybody else's. I held his head on both my hands firmly. He had long before lost his mask and I could clearly see his eyes wild like that of cornered animal. I kissed his lips in a gory way. Feeling his desperation.

"Send my best regards to the devil, Lucius. He will be delighted to see you."

I said. My thumbs sinking through his ocular globe inch by inch 'till my knuckles were stopped by his skull.

He wasn't moving. His pretty blond hair drenched in blood. His enchanting silver eyes, a pair of holes.

What a sight he made…

I got to my feet and to my broom.

Took his sword with me.

Such a beautiful piece.