Fated Origins: Chapter 9: I Am the Law
A/N: To begin this long overdue update of Fated Origins, I would like to sincerely apologize to all of my readers for the delay in updating. I have had a difficult year of school, and much of my time has been consumed with useless shit that does not involve updating my fanfics. Thank you all for your patience with me and my idiocy, and please continue your longsuffering as I update continually over the summer.
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"The world itself is the will to power – and nothing else! And you yourself are the will to power – and nothing else!" ~Frederich Nietzsche
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Surprisingly, the man was not unconscious. Instead, he dazedly grabbed the black object from its position and drew it to his lips shakily.
"HELP!" he shouted into it. "I NEED ASSISTANCE AT CADOGAN STREET!"
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Unknown Date-Day Two of Cadmus' Return, Streets of Greater London
Darth Cadmus, Dark Lord of the Sith, bared his jagged teeth, products of years of anger and maliciousness, like the pointed stone gates of the Underworld itself. With a rip of his arm, he lifted the officer by the right leg, flailing about in mid-air like an insect dangled from a kid's fingers, and tossed him with the force of a freight train through the living room window of a nearby house. The body tore through the glass, shattering it into razor-sharp shards, before it disappeared into the darkness of the room beyond.
Cadmus smiled agreeably to himself, imagining the impact of the man on the objects within the room, the splintering of the bones, the misplacement of the joints, the unfathomable pain…
Sirens exploded in the night with loud wailing shrieks, like dying Tusken Raiders. The noise pierced Cadmus' hypersensitive ears, and he grit his sharpened teeth in response. The primitiveness of the sounds (no doubt belonging to the transportation of the reinforcements of the lawman) irked him; they were rudimentary waves of unrefined noise, compressed and mangled, most likely meant to strike fear into the very souls of criminals. However, they only served to vex the seething well of fury rising within him like the surfacing magma of Krakatoa.
The variable that was the female dangling over his shoulder struck his consciousness like a hammer lightly tapping at a nail. He took a moment to admire the way her soft, shapely body felt against the chiseled stone of his exterior and then caressed the underside of her leg without emotion, analyzing the fabric of her velvety skin. She would make a fine Handmaiden, he thought, with her unrestrained temper and fiery spirit. Yes, Tonks would serve him well in the domination of this weak planet, though (very short) time spent molding her will to his own would be required.
She would be a hindrance to him in the forthcoming combat, however. Keen orange eyes darting about like arrows, he searched for an adequate spot to store her comatose bulk. The only place that wasn't an inhabited home was a small, primeval vehicle, decorated on its side with a small metal nameplate that read, "Volvo". Attempting to figure out how the child's toy functioned, he pulled on the door handle. The entrance failed to budge. Exhaling forcefully, he wielded the Force and entered the lock with invisible fingers. He deftly unlocked the mechanism with a flick and tore the door off its hinges. Tossing it like a Frisbee over his shoulder, he removed Tonks from his shoulders and stuffed her in the vehicle. To ensure that she would not awaken from her state, he placed her into an indefinite coma with a simple movement of the Force.
Tires screeched behind him, and a male voice erupted, static-like and mechanically-loudened,
"HALT WHERE YOU ARE. DON'T MAKE A MOVE, SCUMBAG. CEASE AND DESIST."
Cadmus chuckled. The self-aggrandizing, false conviction in his voice, as if the man thought he had any real power, was of the utmost hilarity. Turning around leisurely, Cadmus put his hands above his head, a gesture that was protocol in the arrest of felons in most primitive societies.
"GET ON YOUR KNEES, SLOWLY," continued the voice, which emanated from the inner recesses of a vehicle that was similar to the one which currently held Tonks. This one, however, was sleeker and black, no doubt a symbol of authority. There were four of the transportation devices, forming an utterly defenseless line. They probably assumed they were caging him in; that they had captured a Lord of the Sith. Fools, thought Cadmus gleefully.
Like two falling anvils, Cadmus brought his hands down with incredible speed, palms opened downward. Instantaneously, reactively, the two patrol vehicles in the center of the line were flattened like cardboard boxes, crushed into metal and upholstery pancakes, the blood of the humans inside leaking out like crimson syrup.
The doors of the other two cars flew open and humanoid creatures emerged thereof, clad in suits of black armor and carrying basic assault weapons. They shouted profanities with panicked, strained voices and in retaliation opened fire on Cadmus.
Cadmus' perception slowed in a millisecond to a lazy crawl, and he observed as metal projectiles were emitted from their firearms in spiraling motions. They flew, uninhibited by the gravitational forces of the plant, toward him, their menacing tips glowing with friction in the night.
He let the spear-headed objects travel towards him a few feet, before he conjured a net with the Force. Allowing his acuity to return to normal speed, he watched as the bullets disintegrated into a fine powder upon impact with the shield. The officers, puzzled but not enlightened, continued to shoot until all of their clips were empty.
Cadmus laughed, his coarse bark grating upon the eardrums of the officers.
"Feel the wrath of the Sith, degenerates."
His irises burning bright blue, Cadmus unleashed the power constrained within him, converting it into pure electricity, which flowed from his fingertips in individual bolts like waterfalls. The energy struck the officers and all around them, their hearts instantly short-circuited by the volatile power of the electricity. Losing control of their limbs, they plummeted to the earth, their weapons scattering uselessly across the pavement. Twelve dead collectively in two minutes.
Cadmus used the Force to arrange the cars into a makeshift roadblock and returned to the "Volvo" to retrieve Tonks. He found her just as he left her, unconscious and laying haphazardly across the front seat of the vehicle. Pulling her out by the foot, he placed her back upon his shoulder like a listless potato sack. Cadmus took one last look at the corpses of the lawmen, smiled at his handiwork, and took off down the street with a gait faster than that of an impala.
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July 15, 1996, Day One of Cadmus' Return, 8:00 P.M.-12 Grimmauld Place, London
Albus Dumbledore stared gravely into the harsh, obsidian eyes of Severus Snape.
"Severus, I am afraid we are about to be at war with something much more powerful than Voldemort. Or Harry. Or any of us."
He swallowed, his aged Adam's apple rising and falling like a guillotine.
"But, it is of utmost importance that we protect the posterity of this generation. The children of Hogwarts must not be harmed at all costs."
Severus' thin upper lip curled downward.
"And Potter? What of him? You know him, Albus. He will do anything in his power to try and fight this madman on his own."
The elderly wizard's eyes twinkled a moment, almost in admiration, before he sighed.
"I know, Severus. I am aware of Harry's brave foolhardiness. That is why I am ordering that the castle be put on strict lockdown. Security must be amplified to wartime measures and identification must be required for everything that comes in and goes out of the castle."
Snape nodded, before his silky voice suddenly became uncharacteristically alarmed.
"But what of Potter currently? How will we control him outside the walls of Hogwarts?"
Albus thought a moment. After several seconds of deliberation, he enunciated slowly a death sentence to any teenage boy in the summertime:
"We must put him under stern detention. As much as I do not like this, he will not be allowed to leave this house. And you, Severus, will watch him."
Snape thought he might have a coronary.
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Chaper Eight Selected Review Responses:
bittatatat: Thank you very much for your review and all your suggestions! I am considering building a harem for Cadmus, and your ideas are helping me put that together. I'd love to hear more of your proposals in reviews to come.
Arthas: No, they have not. Cadmus unfortunately picked a bad time to go waltzing down Cadogan Street and bumped into an officer. This caused the ensuing battle. Thanks for your review!