Scotland
Azag writhed on the ground for who knows how long. To him it felt like hours then as sudden as the pain came it was gone. A whispered word he couldn't quite make out and he was paralyzed. He looked at the girl with frightened eyes as he gathered his wits. Slowly he gathered magic to himself preparing to break the curse that was holding him prisoner. The girl paced the room muttering to herself. Azag had taken the knowledge of language from the minds of the parents when they had answered the door. He wished he had read deeper into their memories so he would have known of the sorceress. She turned her wand on him.
"I hope I can do this... Avada Kadavra!"
Green light flashed and struck Azag. He broke into a horrible coughing fit. The girl was petrified the killing curse didn't work! Suddenly the words from her DADA teacher came to her. She has to mean it... no matter how bad this man is. She doesn't have the guts to use that curse. Her shock and disappointment is exactly what Azag was waiting for. The killing curse didn't end him but it ended the spell holding him. He thrust his hand forward flinging her into the house. He glided to his feed and regally strode into the home. Her wand flew into his and and he gazed into her terrified eyes.
"You are lucky child that your spell failed. I could sense it's intent. To kill you lacked that intent yourself. That is why you failed."
He twirled the wand in his hand gazing at it curiously.
"Strange item you have here... it is a focus for your magic. In my time it took decades to master ones power. Yet with this it would only take one maybe two decades at the most. Amazing!"
She waits for death to come to her.
"I believe we may be able to work out a deal... if you had killed me your brother would have died as well."
She looks at him confused.
"But you killed him!"
A dark laugh fills the room.
"Your brother lives... within me. When I am strong enough I can return him to you. All that I ask is that you join me. Be my guide teach me of your world. Then when I have recovered I shall forge for him a new body and we may go our separate ways."
She wants to believe him but she can't trust the thing that murdered her family.
"I want an unbreakable vow."
"I have never heard of such a thing?"
"We will need another wizard or witch to be our witness."
"Very well I will do it... but first you must teach me of your world."
Azag releases her from his hold and returns her wand.
"We must leave this place. Come..."
He turns to leave.
"Wait I can apparate us!"
"Explain."
"Its like teleportation."
She follows him out points her wand towards the sky.
"Morsmordre! It's to throw the DMLE off our trail. Now don't resist!"
The dark mark forms above the house and she grabs Azag apparating them away. They appear outside the Leaky Cauldron and get two separate rooms. She isn't sharing a room with a stranger after all. She looks at her new partner.
"We can talk tomorrow. I need some time to come to grips with what's happened. Okay?"
Azag nods and they go their separate ways. Once in his room he sits on his bed and starts to meditate. The room drops in temperature and a feeling of dread overwhelms him. He remembers long ago...
9240 BC Eastern Europe
Samuel has spent the last sixty years travelling the world learning what magic he could. His body is beginning to grow old. He is eighty years old now. The time is drawing near for his war. Soon he shall have his revenge. He settles into a cave and begins to meditate. The cave grows darker and more ominous as a chill settles into his bones. The shadows dance and whispers caress his mind.
"̴Samuel͜ sưc̷h͟ da͡r͏kn͡es̛s f͞il̢ls͠ ̕yo͏ur͝ he̕art̷." "W̛e͘ féel ̴yo͠ur gri̛e͝f...͝ it ͢is̴ ͢o͏u͡r̡ amb͢ros͢įa̧.̸"̵ "̕I can͟ a͏i͞d ͏you̷ in ̡y͟o̢u̴r ̡qu͟es͠t.̕"͟ ͘"͠Y͠ou͟ ͠w̛il͝l̶ hàv̀e̷ yo̡u̕r̨ ̡r̛eve͞ng̕e. ̕Be͠c͞o͏me̡ ou͠r͞ ͜in͞st̢rum̷én̶t! ̀Al͞l͢ǫw u̢ś ̧to͝ aid҉ y̶ou.̸" ͢"J́oin ̷w͝ith̸ us͞s͡s͏ss̸ss̴.͠"͏
The voices were a mixture of male and female. Some shifting mid sentence. Others growled or rasped it was an unholy symphony. He knew he had found his secret weapon. These entities would be the key to his success. He stood arms wide and shouted.
"I will serve!"
The shadows swirled around him like a tempest and descended.
"̡F̴rom he͘nce̵ fo͞rt͏h ̶you ͏a͡r̡e our͞ Cha͘m͏p̛i͜o̴n... ͘A͜z͟ag̢-̧Tho̧t͡h.͠"
Samuel dropped to his knees agony gripping his body. His veins were bulging black and his eyes had black blood vessels making them appear fractured. He screamed his voice shifting like the others. As the shadows receded Azag stood shakily. His body was young and beautiful again. The only change were his eyes. They were violet like amethyst. The world would know fear...
Modern Day
Azag knew what this meant. The shadows grew dark and malicious. His masters were coming. He braced himself for the pain that was to come. He gazed at his hands and saw the veins beginning to bulge as his own darkness emerged to greet his masters. Their voices flooded the room soft and gentle yet no less horrible.
"͢Ǫu͡r̸ ̢c̕h͜ámp͝i̡o͏n."̵ "T̶h̨e̛re ͟is ͏á ҉p̛re͡te̶n͢d͜eŗ.͜"͜ "A usur͢pe̡r̶ ̧who ͜dar̵ed͞ c̶l҉aim̕ ͝youŕ ̶th̴r̨o͡ne͏!͟"
"̷He͏ bear̷s ͟you͞r͢ ͝ţitl̶e ҉w̧it̕h̡ ͟i͜m͞pun̢ity.̧" "̢He ̶wil̀l kneel b̀efo̷re ̡u͏s. ̶Yoú a͡r̷e ͠o҉ur i҉nstru̶me͡nt ͢grin͠d̛ h̸im͘ t͟o du̧st ben̨ęat̶h ͡y̕ǫu̧r ҉h͞e̷e̸l.̴" ͝
"͏̶͘͘D̷́͠E̛͡S̷̕͘͘͏T҉̴̡͠R͟O͏̵Y͏̡̡͜ ̡͟͠͞͡H̸̴̡͝I̶̛͟M̛͜͝"̵̴͟
The last voice was darker and more vile than the rest. It rattled the window and forced Azag to his knees. His ears and eyes bled as he screamed. This voice was more powerful than he could possibly imagine. It was darkness incarnate. The room was filled with frost and his hair had icicles. He trembled in fear for the first time in ages. This voice was different and he had never heard it before.
"Who are you?"
"͢͞҉̢͝I͏͟҉̴̧ ͝͠͠͞A̸M̧̀̀̕ ̨̨̢̡T̴̶̷͜͟H̴̢͡҉̵Á̵̵̡͞T̨͜͏ ̷̵͡Į̛͜ ̧̡́͘҉A̧M͘͝"̨͠ ͘͞
̧̕͢҉
͏̴͡T̢̀͠h̢͘͜ȩ͟͜͞ ́͡͏v̕͟͢͝ơ̕͝i̴͘c̵̕͡҉̶e̸͡ ̶͘͠͞ṕ̕͏a͡͠͡ú̀͜s̷̶͘͢e̸͜͞d̛͞҉͘ ҉҉a̷͘s̨͘͘ ̧͡r̀͘e̴̸a̴͞l̴̵͞͏i̶̡t̷̡͜͢y͘̕͢ ̵̸͘͜͜ŕ̵̵͞i̷͞p̶̷͘̕͞ṕ̶͘͝l̀e̴̕͞d̷̸́́͠.̡̛̀͢͜
҉̸"̢͟Í̛͟ ̧́͞͏̷Ą͟҉M̸̶̶ ̷̷͘͢Z̢̀Ơ̵͞͏R̀͘͏҉҉G̸͘͘͘͟A͟҉̧̡͝T͏̛̛H̶͜"̷̷̶̡
The room twisted and writhed and then just like that everything was normal. The voices were gone and Azag sit on his bed in a fetal position rocking back and forth sucking his thumb. His eyes bloodshot tears of blood pouring down his face. He was quietly gibbering to himself.
"His name is Zorgath, his name is Zorgath, his name is Zorgath!"