Title: The Ebony Chasm of Morn

By: VenusIsKnownForFlyTraps – Esperanza-Loco

Words: 1,698

Disclaimer: Same as before. Oh, and Sadako isn't mine either, though I don't know who she belongs too.

Note: I'm … not sure. Oh, and if anyone is still even interested in reading this, you've probably already figured out I'm trying out a new style. It's kind of hard to even understand what I'm writing sometimes, and I have no beta to fix it, but just hold on. It'll get better, I promise. Oh, and if anyone wanted to see the inspiration for this, take out the spaces: http:// www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 53179221/ (and in case you couldn't figure it out, I did NOT draw it).

Warning: OOC Voldemort and Sadako … and Orochimaru, too, I guess (Because s/he is independent, I presume).

Chapter 2

"Mama, where'd Dada go?" asked the little black-haired girl whose eyes were currently calm, leaving her in a serene, almost trance-like state.

Her mother looked down slightly to her after she felt the slight tugging on her blood-covered white dress. Setting the sharp knife down that had previously been used to make the traditional breakfast that was to be consumed in a half an hours time, she bent down to eye level with the small child and hummed slightly. She knew her daughter tended to be rather impatient if she was the center of attention to people she adored, and the exact opposite when alone.

She saw irritation flash behind golden eyes and smiled from behind the shield of hair in front of her face that she could see out of but no one could see into.

"Child, he went out yonder way." Her voice was raspy from lack of use, but even so it was lovely, a voice that would attract even the gruffest and roughest men to her willingly, though showed that she was not to be messed with in that elegant kind of ironic sort of way.

"Oh," came quietly. Then a pause, "When is Dada getting home?"

Her mother smiled from behind her hair and picked at the middle, about where her nose was, lifting half of the hair from her left side and bending slightly closer to kiss her daughter on the cheek, then letting the dark black hair fall in front of her pale skin and haunting black dead-looking eyes again.

"Child, don't ask such things." She stood up gracefully, picked up the knife again, and again began chopping the obviously dead human's hand, slicing its fingers off for the sushi she was going to prepare – her daughter and her husband's favorite, as well as her own.

The little girl's eyes resembled those that one would bear when one pouted.

"OK," she said, defeated that she hadn't learned her superior's whereabouts. She started walking away, back towards the door that lead to the hallway that her room was at the end of, when she heard her mother call her back in the form of a question.

"Child, are you ready?"

She stopped. Was she ready? She didn't have much confidence in her ability, since she was having trouble analyzing what she was to do. She knew what she had to do, but not how to do it, as her father hadn't explained thoroughly enough (in her opinion, that is).

"I don't know," she mumbled quietly, reopening the sliding door and going through to the dark hallway.

One Draco Malfoy sat in his well-lit and expensively furnished room, the green, silver, and black seemingly glowing slightly in the morning sun spilling through the large window. He was thinking over what little information he had been told about the Dark Lord Voldemort's daughter's newest mission. He instinctively hadn't been told a thing, and so had to worm it out of someone else. Heck, he hadn't even known Voldemort had a daughter – or a wife, for that matter. Apparently, though, he did.

From what Bella Lestrange (1) had told him, she was deathly frightening with her hair always covering her face and was Japanese, though had turned a sickly pale in comparison to normally tanned Japanese skin. She had also said that there was a rumor going around that she had been killed out of spite of her amazing beauty, and pushed down a well after being attacked by a man with a sword, where she slowly turned into a creature very close to an Inferi, yet was still able to retain life (though she had no pulse) and had a will of her own (which was quite strange, if one was to think about it long enough).

Draco thought that was a bunch of bloody rubbish. What he didn't know whether to believe, however, was one thing that Wormtail had told him, which would prove Bella right. He had said that after what Bella had said, she had also then climbed out of that deep, deep well and she killed thousands with her own hands, and a knife too. He had said something about her using a sharp steak knife to kill them, and then eat them like one would eat sushi or potato chips.

Knowing the strange things constantly happening in the world, he wouldn't put it past someone like the Dark Lord to marry someone like that. Even her name was strange, but considering there was a possibility of her being Japanese, he guessed it was a pretty nice name. Not as great and super totally sexy as his name, but it was still OK.

Her name was Sadako.

The Lord and Sadako had had a child about six years ago, if his father had been correct. Sadako had given birth to a girl, he had figured out through multiple sources. He (Voldemort) had let Sadako choose three names, and then had Voldemort choose the one he liked the best. If he wasn't mistaken, the names had been Orochimaru, Tayuya, or Kohaku, and he had chosen Orochimaru, a character in an ancient legend which literally means "giant snake" or "serpent" (2). But there was just something missing in his mind. He just couldn't place what, though.

There had to be a missing piece to the story. Heck, the whole story could just be made up. He'd never seen a woman that fit the description of Sadako (unless she wore the Death Eater mask and black cloak), or a six-year-old child running rampant in the house, for that matter. No, something was definitely fishy around here, and he was going to find out what.

Sadako hummed quietly to herself, cutting the human male's leg (as she had finished with the arm) into the small bite-sized pieces she knew her husband loved. Oh, how she loved him. She still remembered the first time she saw him.

He had been traveling and had come across her well, where if she stood only her head would remain surfaced. She could sense him coming, the evil of the great serpentine Orochi seemed to linger with his presence. She had climbed up the ragged stone walls of her confinement easily, coming out with her hair covering her face, like it had been since she had died. He had seen her automatically with his trained eyes, whose hue was a beautiful, entrancing red, and they even resembled a snake's. Oh, what splendor. She remembered the look he had given her as she slinked up to him with her head down slightly.

"My dearest, dearest Lord," she had said in that same hypnotic voice that made many fall in love with her when she had still been alive.

He had looked at her more closely, as if trying to see through the veil of hair or recognize her as one of his own. Since that glorious day, she had been with him in times of old and new, always following the orders given to her with the great power that they held. Finally their respect for each other's power had developed into a type of love, so they wed. A year later they had a stunning young girl whose aura reminded her so much of her beloved's that she had to name her Orochimaru, after the one she had worshipped and first mistaken her beloved for at first glance.

She smiled, remembering that fine day when she first saw her child, so small she could crush her so easily, yet protected by some kind of majestic splendor (3). Her smile widened as she felt loving hands wind themselves around her stomach as she stopped chopping momentarily to kiss the cheek of the man whose head lay on her boney shoulder.

"Oro-Child was looking for you," she said softly to him as he breathed in the scent of both her and the food while his eyes remained closed.

He frowned. "Do you think she's ready?"

She looked back to her work, slowly chopping at the Achilles and calf. She repeated the same answer as her darling spawn had merely fifteen minutes ago. "I don't know." Then, "You already told the cherished, though, so she won't back down."

He sighed. "I know. That's the problem. I should probably send in someone else, like Avery or Lestrange with a spell put on them, not my heir."

"The child is strong, she will unearth an approach."

"I can only hope you're right," he said quietly, not too reassured, popping one of the prepared raw bloody fingers in his mouth.

(1) – Sorry, I totally blanked out and I can't remember how to spell her first name.

(2) – True! OK, this is the story: Orochimaru, featured in the Japanese folktale Jiraiya Goketsu Monogatari, is the arch-enemy of the ninja Jiraiya. He was once named Yashagorō and was one of Jiraiya's followers, but he was overtaken by serpent magic. Having changed his name to "Orochimaru", he gained the ability to turn himself into a giant serpent. He attacked Jiraiya and his wife Tsunade and defeated them with his venom (only for another follower to save the couple's lives afterwards). "Orochi" is the name of a giant eight-headed snake in Japanese mythology. The kanji literally mean "giant snake" or "serpent".

(3) – She's talking about love. Sorry if you didn't get that.