***I just want to re-advise this has mature content in this particular chapter****

"Get up!" Vivian was shook awake. Voldemort was the one whose hands were clenching her sides. Vivian instantly snapped out of her resting state.

"Where's my son?"

"Our son is in the other room." Vivian tried to stand up, but Voldemort pushed her back.

"I need to see him." She hadn't seen him since Voldemort had stormed out of the room hours before. She was forced to rest despite wanting to get her son back in her arms. Not knowing what Tom did with him was driving her mad. He needed her protection.

"First we have things to discuss."

"Are you kidding me? Take me to my son!" Vivian felt the sting of Voldemort's hand. She was instantly ashamed of the circumstances. In order to see Demetrius, she had to submit to him.

"AS I SAID, things to discuss." When she glared back up at him, she was meet with the arrogant eyes of a monster. "Before I take you to see my son, there are some stipulations."

"Like?" He was enjoying the anguish of his wife.

"You will not question me in front of my followers."

"Fine."

"You will hand over my son whenever I tell you."

"You're out of your mind!"

"You will submit to my biddings and my pleasures."

"And you're sick." Voldemort's hand slithered towards the heat of her lower body.

"I'm plenty sure you'll comply. You still burn hot for me." Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, he was right despite the disgust she felt at the moment.

"You will admit that you are my lesser." This sent her over the edge.

"How about I kill myself instead?" This answer seem to anger Voldemort, but his response was indifferent.

"Fine. Do it now. My son will grow up knowing that his mother didn't want him."

"You can't do that. I won't let you." Voldemort's fingers wrapped around Vivian's throat, pulling her to a standing position. His grip tightened.

"You're not understanding me. You won't be "letting" me do anything, I do not follow or pursue your wishes. You will submit to mine."

"You're trying to destroy me." He smirked at his wife.

"One bit at time. Now what do you say?"

"I just want to see my son." She was on the verge of tearing up.

"And?" His persistence was making her sick to her stomach.

"I am your lesser." Her last shredded of self-worth and dignity was gone.

"Good. Follow me."

~~~~~Elsewhere ~~~~~~

"The sky is dark. The sun hasn't since the night before last." Dark clouds feathered the skies,

"There is a great evil in the world."

"Is that what you truly believe Ron?"

"I do Harry, there is something wicked out there and I'm not sure there is a way to fix this."

"There has to be something we can do. There always something, we just haven't figured it out."

"Well without Hermonie, we aren't doing well at all." Harry's heart hurt for his friend. Hermonie went missing earlier in the year, and they all had feared the worst. As much as they believe their smart, talented friend could solve any situation, they would have thought she would have contacted them by now. Ron was barely holding it together. The wear of war was slowly chipping away at his soul, much as it had for Harry.

"Harry, we have been researching for weeks, the closest we got, and we were still too late."

"We can't lose hope." Harry put reaffirming hand on Ron's shoulder. "We won't lose hope."

~~~~Deatheater compound: the nursery~~~~

"My lord, my queen." The servants bowed at the sight of their master and his wife. An immediate change in the air impacted their disposition. It was the first time they saw the color light up in the queen's eyes. She really had personable appearance. Someone of kind statue, but they knew better. The demon's sole aura was to bring people in with the look on innocence, when they were far from meeting it. She couldn't seem to pick him up fast enough. The bond of mother and son.

"He's more handsome than I last saw him." Vivian swooned over the sight of her son. He was perfect. He met her gaze and smile. He understood the presence that surrounded him. He was already talented.

"He's gifted as well." Voldemort chimed in.

"I wouldn't expect anything less. He's the epitome of perfection."

"My queen?"

"What?" She replied softly, still staring at her son. A soft smile on her lips.

"He needs to be fed."

"Yes, yes. Fetch a bottle and a milking goat." Everyone in the room shook their head in utter surprise, a goat? Did they hear her right? "NOW." They scrambled quickly, fetching a goat from the closest farm they could find.

"What would you like us to do now?" Everyone, including Voldemort was intrigued for what she had to say next.

"Milk the goat, and fill the bottle half way." The servants did as they were told, she apparently wanted fresh milk to give to the prince. They turned to hand it back to her, but she put her hand up.

"Give her a dagger." Voldemort stared at his wife, half in disbelief and half still intrigued. The servant shakily accept the knife from her master, still confused on what to do.

"My queen?"

"Cut the goat's throat and fill the rest of the bottle with its blood." The servants swallowed the sheer disgust from what they heard. Surely, they misheard her.

"My queen, are you sure?" This question instantly changed the color of Vivian's eyes back to black.

"Did I stutter? Do it now." No one could forget what happened next. It's as if the goat knew its death was coming, it shrieked in horror. The midwife hesitated, not wanting to do it. "Move over." The queen shoved her over, taking the knife. She slammed the knife into the goat's neck, while holding her son in her other arm. She quickly slit a jagged line across its throat. The knife and goat cambered to the floor simultaneously. "Hurry up before it gets all over the floor." The midwife scrambled to the floor trying to fill the bottle.

"Here…here my queen." Vivian rubbed her blood covered hand on her gown, before accepting the bottle. Everyone stared in disgust as she gave the bottle to her son. "Leave now." None of Voldemort's followers, servants or the midwives had to be told twice.

~~~~Outside the room~~~~

The woman came pouring out of the room. They couldn't move fast enough. Several women had lost their nerves before they could reach a trash can. What they had saw was pure evil. The blood of a goat? Were they even human?

"Well it looks like someone lost their lunch."

"Do you understand what just happen in there?" The sick women were wiping their mouths.

"Yes."

"How are you okay with that?"

"You all are dafter than you look. I expected more from healers."

"She did it without remorse, without a care in the world. And then, she gave it to her son!"

"Haven't you studied demons?"

"We were given a crash course, but she looks so human, we didn't think it would be out of the ordinary."

"Do you really think she wants to breastfeed a demon? What if he would have been with several rows of teeth?"

"I guess, I never checked. Does he have teeth like that?"

"No."

"But…but why?"

"Because they are the embodiment of evil. They do things that would be evil. The name the source, is short for source of all evil. Do you not understand?"

"She looks human, she looks like a regular witch."

"And Eve was human, yet she was the one to take first sin. Do I need to further this story more?"

"No."

"Then clean this up before our lord see this pigsty."

~~~~Voldemort's chambers~~~~

He stared down at the disaster that was his chambers. Clothes discarded in several places around the floor, the sheets in a tangled mess and Vivian in a relaxed slumber. Something about her act of spontaneous violence stirred a desire that he had long forgotten. He needed to be tend to. War time was a lonely one, for a man at his reestablished age. It wasn't the need really for company, he preferred solitary unless he was up to gloat. The neanderthals that worshiped the ground he walked on needed constant reminders of his power, needed to be kept in check. What he really needed was something only a woman can provide. This woman needed to be at his level but easily manipulated. Vivian was this woman, fate had bestowed this pairing.

Despite the binding of most of her powers, Voldemort couldn't help but marble over the power and pain she could push onto others. She commanded a presence without meaning too. Many of his followers will think twice before questioning either of them publicly again. The intrigue he had during Hogwarts sparked again, she was a force to be reckon with. He would never admit to her, but the blood splatter on her face shown a side he was the first to recognize. He first encountered it, when he was young and still trying to find himself. She kept it well hidden, as he did. Her brutality mirrored his own. Most women wouldn't smile covered in blood, she was enjoying the taste and the happiness of destruction she caused. His hormones didn't take long to kick in. As soon as she laid down his son, he dragged her towards the previous room.

"Where are we going?" She began to panic, what about Demetrius? "Who is going to tend to him?"

"Just be quiet." He didn't even turn back to see her expression, he just had to get her over to where he wanted. She began to worry more when he magically locked the door behind him. What was his intentions?

"What are we…" He shoved her back into the wall, covering her mouth.

"Can you just shut up for one minute?" He pulled at her loose gown, the look in his eyes made Vivian's stomach turn. This couldn't be happening again.

"You don't want to do this." He just laughed at her.

"You want this probably more than I do." He held her hands above her head, her heart pounding in her chest. Her body graced the light, it had went back to her pre-pregnancy state. He even had to admit that demons had a fast recovery time. His visual senses were quickly appeased, much to his body's delight. Her skin flushed hot, getting a similar reaction from her body. This was too much. He pulled her close with a fist full of her dark mane, "Get on your knees now."

"But…"

"Do as you're told, obey your husband." Maybe if she gave in, it wouldn't be as bad. Rather give than have it taken again.

"Fine."