Chapter 11:
A.N: Chapter rated M. Contains lemon. From now on I'll answer comments directly on commenting sections
The next few weeks were uneventful as Ajas spent them studying, duelling. He dwelled deeper in the dark arts, studying blood rituals and magic. He wanted to initiate himself in necromancy to summon the deads as he needed to communicate with his mother, and necromancy comes with the studies of runes. Runes to create the summoning circles, runes to direct the magic. Ajas never truly paid attention to this discipline prior to this summer but now he understands the necessity of it in almost every branches of magic.
Runes are useful in spell creation ; they limit the spell range and define it's actions, set physical are the link between someone's mind and energy and are necessary in conventional spell crafting; one can always use his willpower to make something happen but it will not be as precise as someone using a specific spell. Spells direct the magic and concentrate it, canalise it. Runes are necessary in summoning rituals, elemental magic and wards. And it is the reason why Ajas is having a severe headache as he tries to remember different scandinavian and germanic runes, copying them again and again. He wanted to create his own duelling spells , modify several properties. For example the stunning spell "Stupefy". He wanted to create a spell that has the same actions but only him can cast the effective counter spell. Such things would become really handy…
He spent every evenings duelling in the Elven Gates club and is now a 2nd class golden dueller with 8 golden points and 2 silver points. Going through 3rd class was a piece of cake, but things are getting more and more challengeing. Ajas can't wait to access the 1st class ; he saw many high ranking Death Eaters such as the Carrow siblings, Dolohov and Lestranges battling there. He also improved in knife throwing and is now always carrying knives with him ; Ajas smiled as he thought of his progress. The amount of things he learned in 2 months were more consequent than what he would learn in a Hogwart's school year.
And the old Balthazar was as useful as ever, as he taught and helped Ajas in almost everything. Ajas had still to figure out the wizard that was Balthazar, because the man was possibly brilliant and extremely knowledgeable. In fact, he had secretly researched about wizards once named Herpo and came up with quite disturbing results ;
"Herpo the foul was a Greek Dark Wizard. He is one of the earliest known dark wizards and his work is still a lasting aspect of dark magic to date. He is best known as the first wizard to hatch a Basilisk. He is reputed to have inventd many vile curses and was also the first wizard known to successfully create a Horcrux, having designed the ritual himself. Due to this, he obviously committed murder to split his soul. Herpo was also one of the earlies known european Parselmouths"
Once again Ajas falls on the word "Horcrux". According to the text, a horcrux's possibly an intricate and very dark part of soul magic that includes soul splitting. Ajas decided to look further into the word because he feels that whatever it is, it is linked to the locket he bares.
:Balthazar…Balthazar…: Ajas hissed, merrily. The snake's head jerked up, locking it's ruby eyes with Ajas's.
:What is it?:
:Are you a horcrux?: Ajas chuckled out. Balthazar glared at him
:That is the stupidest question I've ever heard in my previous 2500 years of life: Balthazar mumbled.
:Pity, thought you'd fall for that:
:Seriously do you think I'm that retarded?: The snake snapped at him, coiling itself around Ajas's wrists. :Where'd you find that anyway?:
:Said your name was Herpo. I found Herpo the foul….: Ajas replied, pensively
:You see child, sometimes like now you can be really sharp. Some other times I do wonder whether or not you are trisomic. Maybe it is a result of centuries of inbreeding….:
Ajas glared back at Balthazar :I'm no pureblood. My biological father is half blood and my mother is muggleborn:
:Yet you are very powerful. I've always said that blood ideologies are rubbish:
Ajas gaped at the snake :and I thought as the Black line's guardian you're ought to be bigoted:
:The whole line is idiot. Almost: Balthazar hissed out as he slithered away. Ajas smiled as he continued his researches.
He flipped through pages, went through entire tomes. He gritted his teeth – he had been researching for the entire day about Horcruxes in his library, and it was unfruitful. He picked up the pile of books and placed them back in their respective shelves, grumbling darkly. Some books referred to others and by the end of the list he knew what tome he should look for ; Secrets of the Darkest Arts, by Owle Bullock. According to the referrence list he made, this book is extremely rare and describes precisely the steps to take in order to create a Horcrux, including a very thorough definition. Ajas sighed ; he doesn't know how long he'll be looking until he finds what he wants to know. He sat again, facing his desk as he peeked through the window.
The sun was setting on London, submerging the city in a golden halo. Each buildings reflected the orangy light, making the scenery almost ethereal looking. A warm summer breeze carressed Ajas face as he lifted the locket from his chest and held it in his palm. He traced the "S" with the tip of his fingers, feeling the warm magic pulsing through his veins. The locket hummed slightly and It gave out the impression of being…appreciative. Warthm embalmed Ajas's magical core as he absent mindly caresses it. He could feel the small part of soul stirring in it, and it's smell was so enticing.
His stomach growled as he realised he didn't eat for the entire day and so he went out, holding his dementor cloak nearby. He went through the brothel, unnoticed ; it was as busy as always, filled with giggling prostitutes and man of low moral standards. He joined the muggle world, willing to get to the fish and chips stand.
And he stopped abruptly. The man who walked past him…his soul. His soul was sinfully delicious smelling. Ajas turned around to see the man passing by hurriedly, avoiding the other pedestrians. Ajas couldn't help but feel his hunger reach new levels as he decided to follow the muggle. Whatever the man had done, it was a very grave crime and it made his essence smell so distinguishly sweet. Ajas's stomach grumbled again, watching the man walk. Ajas silently accompanied him for over 15 minutes when the man reached a small, rusty looking house. The pink painting was fading and several cracks were visible on the façade ; it was by no means well kept. The fat muggle conpiscuously unlocked the door, glancing around to make sure no one was watching him. While he was doing so, Ajas halted besides him and sniffed around, taking in the nature of the man's crimes
A rapist. A sex predator, a pedophile…
He smirked as his instincts took over him. Dinner will be delicious.
Ajas blessed himself for wearing his new silencious dragonhide boots. The inside was dusty ; the pink flowery wallpaper was ripped off at many parts. Right at the opposite of the entry door was a cracked mirror within a golden colored frame. Ajas examined the room as the man switched the lights on, rendering Ajas visible again. The man suddenly spun around and abruptly halted when he saw Ajas standing there.
"What? Who-" He started when the air froze. Terror gripped his throat as he coiled back before falling to his knees. "No..oh..God" he whispered, his eyes darting around as he seeked an escape. Ajas chuckled darkly as he stepped forward. His glamour melted away, showing his true appearance as his pitch black lifeless eyes glowed with magic.
"The sinners like you are left to the demons of hell" Ajas murmured, his voice trenching through the atmosphere like cold knives. He towered the man as he reached for his face, casting an oppressive shadow on the corner. Ajas traced the man's rough traits with his black claws, smiling evilly. The man wet his pant as he begged for mercy.
Ajas offered none.
He slowly opened his mouth, breathing in the man's soul as it left his body. The soul went into him, feeding him with an incredible amount of energy. He no longer felt hungry…He felt alive. The man's soul pulsed through his blood, reviving his magical core, making his aura dance in the wind. The body fell lifelessly on the floor.
Ajas stared before taking in what truly occurred. No…NO! This can't be…. He held a hand at his chest, hyperventilating as he backed off. Shock overwhelmed him ; yet it does feel so good… He remembered the man's screams ; he felt them. And it was so delicious….And so wrong.
:Finish him off, child: Balthazar hissed :It would be better for him:
Ajas shutted his eyes tightly as he nodded. He concentrated his energy, visualising the man dead before casting with a wave of his hand :
"Avada Kedavra!"…And the body stopped breathing.
Without a last glance, Ajas went back to the brothel. He avoided everyone as he stepped in his appartment, taking a cold shower.
He scrubbed himself harshly,feeling horrible. Sulking again in a semi depressive state when a knock was heard on the door. He attached a towel around his waist before opening it, seeing Mai standing there. The girl was dressed in muggle shorts and she looked absolutely desirable. Ajas felt a rising heat in his body as he felt the girl's eyes on his torso. She blushed heavily, before gasping and excusing herself. Ajas smirked, gripping on the girl's wrist before pulling her in.
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me…" She spoke out before Ajas lips crashed on her own. Mai froze, her heartbeat accelerating as her mind tried to wrap around the situation. Ajas did not care ; he kissed her hungrily, releasing all the tension he felt during the day. He pinned her against the wall, his hands holding her wrists upwards. He felt his warm erection pressing against his lower belly as Mai responded to his kiss, licking his lips and teasing his tongue. He felt shudders running through his body when he heard Mai moan and he trailed his kisses down to her neck. She caressed him, rubbing his back and scratching his scalp, clamping on his hair. Ajas nibbled on her neck, before he picked her up and carried her to his bed, lying on top of her. She pulled her shirt off, revealing her round, soft looking breasts. Ajas unclasped her bra as he took in the magnificient sight in front of him, his arousal reaching new hights.
Her milky white skin…her perky breasts and erected pink nipples. Ajas was blinded by lust as he avidly took one of them into his mouth, sucking. Mai shivered, moaning. Ajas continued his ministrations as he pulled her shorts down. Mai buckled her hips for more skin contact before hissing angrily and reaching for Ajas's towel. She rapidly unfastened it, leaving him in his naked glory. He grinded his erection against her sex, feeling it's wetness through her panties. A shiver went down his spine, making his penis harden further (as if it was possible…). He ripped her underwear off, trailing his kisses downwards, fucking her navel with his tongue.
"Oh…please…yes Ajas…please…"
He smirked against her skin before placing his head between her spreaded legs. The sight..it was ravishing. Her pink labia and erected clitoris, shiny due to her sticky wetness. Drops of precum covered Ajas's penis as he greedily lapped her sex. His tongue flicked on her clit, sucking on it. The girl moaned and groaned out his name, buckling her hips. He continued for a while, desire pulsing through him, feeling that his penis was about to implode. He saw that she almost reached orgasm and smirked before pulling away. Mai swore and grunted in frustration, staring down at him half lidded. Her redened face was covered with sweat and her breathing heavy. Ajas silenced her with a hungry kiss, placing himself at her entry.
"Are you ready ?" He whispered while nibbling her ear
"yes…" She spoke out, her chest heaving.
And she lost her virginity with one slow thrust. She cried out and Ajas tried to control himself, remaining in her and waiting. He caressed her face, softly kissing her.
"you may…." She gasped out. The words made Ajas's self control shatter as he thrusted in and out. She moaned, he moaned. It was a concert voiced passion and desire, growing in intensity. He slammed through her tight walls, feeling her vagina warmly wrapping around his arousal. He shutted his eyes, increasing the speed. And the girl came to an edge ; she orgasmed violently, screaming his name. When Ajas felt her tight walls spasm, he couldn't hold back anymore as he filled her insides with his overflowing seed.
He breathed heavily for while, feeling the girl's stares on him. Sweat covered his sheets and he held her close to him
"Did it…did it meant anything?" Mai asked. Ajas closed his eyes….Did it?
"You are my friend, Mai. And I care for you…But love? I am afraid I am not able to…" He answered after a while. His heart clenched painfully as Mai's eyes were filled with sadness. She kissed him on his cheek
"I understand…"
"You don't. You do not know" He whispered "But I care for you."
Mai looked at him, smiling slightly as they both fell asleep.