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The ritual gone wrong and a "wizard" was brought forth from a parallel dimension, now, the newly revived Dark Lord wield power as ancient as time. And Magician of Black Chaos was torn between his bound duty as a Dueling Spirit and what little humanity he still remembered as a man.
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His followers fidgeted with uncertainty as they gathered around him. Harry Potter had escaped, an unforeseeable inconvenience, but that was not the reason for the dreaded atmosphere within the chamber.
Lord Voldemort narrowed his red eyes dangerously at the figure before him, head low and eyes closed in a kneeling position, as he had been for quite some while now. The Death Eaters did not know where that man had come from and were too fearful to ask, and not for the first time, Voldemort was pleased with the trepidation he had installed within men, for it would be hard to answer a question himself did not know.
That, in fact, was the actual problem.
Lord Voldemort did not like the feeling of not knowing. In addition, the sheer magical power emitting from that black-clad man was so great it was enough to suffocate any other lesser wizards and witches. Voldemort was not such a weakling though, and he quite enjoyed having one of that caliber on a knee before him. However, appeasement aside, he was starting to get curious, and now that most of his followers had gathered, he could start his questioning.
"Speak," Lord Voldemort hissed in a low voice, and the man immediately snapped to attention, though there was an unidentified puzzlement in his expression.
"I exist to serve, Master, what are your orders?" The baritone was cold, and unlike the majority of his followers, there was no fear in his voice. No explanations were offered, however, as if all answers were clear.
Voldemort knew that things were within his control, but for a split second when their two pairs of blood red gaze made contact, he had doubt. He shook himself out of that impossibility, and instead, brushed the other man's mind with his skilled Legilimency. He was not blocked. But he found only the vast emptiness, devoid of memories and emotions. Like the mind of a soulless Dementor victim, bordering on inhuman, save for the patience for the next command.
Voldemort would never admit that he was slightly alarmed, but he was very quick to formulate a plan. Whatever this creature was, it appeared powerful and loyal, though the limit of neither had yet to be determined. And there was a chance here, to put both to test.
"What should I call you?"
"Magician of Black Chaos," the man replied, an odd name for an odd being.
Voldemort was thoughtful, though he did not show it, "One of my loyal servants is on the grounds of Hogwarts. Retrieve him."
There were a few surprised murmurs within the Death Eaters ranks, no doubt picking up the hidden meaning behind this apparent suicide mission. The black-clad magician paid them no heed, however, as he stood tall. "Understand," Magician of Black Chaos answered, for Duel Spirits had no self-preservation instinct and if the Masters ordered them to die, they would offer up their lives gladly and without complaint. "But please, accept an additional protection during my absence."
Voldemort narrowed his snake-like pupils. "You dare think so lowly of me?"
"My apologies, Master," Magician of Black Chaos immediately dropped his gaze, "I merely cannot put complete trust in this cowardly group, whom did not answer at once to your call," the indignant hiss from the gathered Death Eaters was ignored and hushed, "Please know that your safety is my only concern."
Bellatrix Lestrange was gripping her wand so tightly it started to creak. She promised herself that she was going to curse that foolish wizard the first chance she got.
"Very well," Voldemort finally decided. He would keep a close watch on the type of magic this non-human wielded.
Magician of Black Chaos nodded, waving a hand through the air and a bright card- sized rectangular formation appeared for an instant before vanishing. And before him now stood a young adult in long blue dress robes, wearing large headgear, with facial markings on his forehead and a pair of stationary wings on his back.
"Summon, Maha Vailo (LV4: 1550/1400)," Magician of Black Chaos greeted the fellow Duel Spirit from the same deck with a nod. "Protect our master in my stead."
"My pleasure," Maha Vailo answered with a soft smile, ignoring the surprised whisper that followed his sudden appearance, and he turned to look at their non-duelist master. He canted his head, but did not kneel.
Seeing that his job here was done, Magician of Black Chaos activated the next Spell that would take him to the desired location. "Dimensionhole!" He commanded aloud, and reality twisted, pulling him through a rip in space.
Maha Vailo was left behind, and he looked around the room to find many eyes glaring at him. Idly, he wondered what Magician of Black Chaos had said prior to his summon that earn him the ire of practically the whole room.
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Amycus Carrow was frustrated. It had been half an hour since that man in skin-tight leather apparated through unconventional means, though Amycus still had his doubts on whether that man really could be classify as a wizard, and for reasons undisclosed, the Dark Lord decided that he was the best person to babysit. For that, Amycus threw his charge a nasty look.
Maha Vailo was really young as he appeared to be a mere few years of age, with sharp features and a feminine figure. The dress-like robes did not help his image. Unlike his departed companion however, Maha Vailo did not have a bordered paranoid obsession with following the Dark Lord and was instead hovering around the mansion looking through the trinkets and books that caught his attention.
The Dark Lord trusted neither of them, as was wise, and thus Amycus and his sister Alecto was landed with the job of keeping a close eye. But of course the moment their Lord turned his back, Alecto abandoned him to the job.
A book coughed dust into Maha Vailo's eyes, before trying to bite his slender fingers off with its teeth-like edges. The young pseudo-human was surprised, quickly putting the book back to the case, and Amycus deepened his glare at the young man's fumble, feeling insulted that it was insinuated they were less adequate in protecting their Lord. Maha Vailo must've felt his gaze though, for he looked up before hovering over. Yes, hovered, for apparently he was incapable of walking more than a couple steps without feeling the need to leave the ground.
"Mr. Carrow?" Maha Vailo offered a polite smile, "Please pay no mind to Magician of Black Chaos' departing words. I am sure he did not mean to belittle your purpose."
"Oh?"
"We are all very protective of our master, you see," Maha Vailo explained, heedless of the barely concealed rage behind the other man's eyes. "And while I would be glad to stand between Master and a killing curse, I sincerely doubt that many of you would do the same."
That successfully forced Amycus to swallow whatever he had originally wanted to say. Maha Vailo smiled softly, "You are only human, after all."
Amycus looked away. "Bold words," he sneered, dismissing it as hypocrisy.
Maha Vailo was honestly surprised by that. "You doubted my conviction?" He asked softly, receiving a side glare from Amycus, then shook his head. Maha Vailo was not interested in making enemies among these ranks. "We have similar objectives, sir, yet it seemed you enjoy antagonizing me."
"And here I thought you are too dull to realize how unwelcome you are."
"Is it because you are all practitioners of the dark arts, while I am a wielder of light?"
That caught Amycus' attention. "You... do not dabble in the dark arts?"
"I do not."
Amycus scoffed, a sudden feeling of superiority made him want to laugh. "Why are you here then?" the wizard sneered, "This is not a place for goody two-shoes like you."
Maha Vailo blinked slowly observing the human for a long time. "You think so poorly of light magic?" he asked, amusement evident in his tenor. "Excuse my surprises, but from where I came from, despite balance, the Light of Destruction was usually more feared than the Gentle Darkness, though the Shadows and Chaos were often respected above both."
"What?"
The Duel Spirit smiled, but this time it sent chills down the human wizard's spine. "If your group are more interested in peace, prosperity, and happiness... your Lord really should not have summoned our Chaos/Spell Counter deck to do his bidding."
Amycus spluttered, not knowing how to respond, and Maha Vailo glided away to find some other entertainment.
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Magician of Black Chaos knew he was too late the moment the inter-dimensional wormhole opened up the path for him into Hogwarts, for he was just in time to see a foul creature in cloak swiping over Master's servant to claim his soul. But that would not do, and Magician of Black Chaos was determined to not fail his task.
Minerva McGonagall was just about to start shouting insults at Cornelius Fudge for his blunder with the Dememtor when she noticed the tall stranger standing behind the Minister for Magic. She cried out in alarm, getting Cornelius' attention and he quickly scurried to the side. "Who are you?" She demanded, wand steadily raised, "How did you get in here?"
The shadowy man did not look at them though, was instead focused completely on the Dememtor, and he proceeded to swirl his long black staff before aiming the emerald tip straight at the cloaked creature.
"Soul Release!" the man shouted, and a ghostly young naked woman with translucent blue skin and multi-colored long hair soared from the point of his staff like a Patronus Charm towards the happiness draining non-being. There was a loud shriek as the ghost wrapped her arms around the black creature to forcibly rip the human souls from that Dememtor's body, to carry them into the wind.
Magician of Black Chaos was not done though, as he raised his left hand and within it was another card. He cared not where the other souls would depart to, but the soul of Master's servant should not leave. "Soul Taker!" He activated the second to last card of his starting hand, and the spiritual essence of Bartemius Crouch Jr. was dragged and sealed, turning the green Spell card to yellow, with no descriptions but a name and an unmoving picture.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Cornelius cried out, drawing out his wand as well, but his hold was less steady. And Magician of Black Chaos turned his cold red-gold eyes toward the two other humans within the room, noting that they were situated between him and the body that he no longer bothered to retrieve.
The Dememtor was the first to react though, and it held out its bony hands, drawing in a deep cracking breath. Magician of Black Chaos might no longer have a human soul, but his still have a spirit that act as similar, and already he could feel coldness sipping into his core. Magician of Black Chaos frowned dangerously as dark mist gathered, so two could play this game, to decide who the darker monster was.
"Counter Trap activates, Dark Illusion!"
The Dememtor let out a bloodcurdling screech as the black mist swallowed it whole, negating the activation of an effect against a Dark attributed monster before tearing it apart in the depth of darkness. Magician of Black Chaos' lips twitched, though he did not let his guard down as he turned to face the humans. That was his last drawn card, and he now had only himself to rely on to escape.
Cornelius dropped to the floor, gapping like a fish, shocked immobile by the fact that a Dememtor was obliterated before his eyes. Minerva kept her acts together relatively well despite her shared fears, and whipped out her wand to send stunning spells in the direction of that frivolously-dressed dark wizard.
Magician of Black Chaos spun his scepter, forming a dark magical barrier to deflect the charm. His master wasn't here to give another order, thus the spellcaster could not aggressively counter, but the difference in strength between that human woman's charm and his higher DEF would still rebound. Sure enough, Minerva felt a sudden numbing sensation up her wand arm before an incorporeal blow was registered to her chest, causing her to double over.
No time to waste though as he was still within enemy territory, Magician of Black Chaos blasted apart the closest wall and leaped, freefalling into the night before pulling up at the last instance, levitating a few feet off terra firma. A practice most spellcasters tend to exercise: never touch the field unless absolutely had to, for warriors and dinosaurs roamed the lands; and never carelessly soar too high, for winged-beasts and dragons ruled the sky.
Commotions sounded not too far away, and more jets of red lights were aimed his way. Unfortunately there were more humans gathered here, Magician of Black Chaos made a snap decision, turning from the large crowd to fly through the opened front doors of the proudly erected castle. Without another card in hand, he was trapped here anyway and without a permission to attack, so the only solution was waiting for the opposing side to end their turn. He needed to be allowed to draw another card.
Another blast of magical energy was deflected by his defensive barrier, but already he could feel a drain. It appeared that these spells were not totally offensive, as they had an added effect of stunning, and Magician of Black Chaos felt his power diminishing as if he had been hit by a Continuous Trap that depleted his ATK points every turn. He cursed under his breath, he had been careless and now he had to pay.
How many humans were there anyway, Magician of Black Chaos wondered, and just how long would it take for every one of them to go a turn? He pivoted a corner to conceal under the shades of a pillar, scowling slightly as he clenched and unclenched his fists. The slow incapacitation was starting to take effect.
Then a nearby picture just had to shriek out his location for the whole building to hear, and Magician of Black Chaos had half a mind to torch that damned painting and all its wall-bound associates before halting, remembering he was not allowed to take active offense. Not staying there for another minute, he rounded up the next corner... only to find two more human casters there with their wand raised and aimed at his chest. One of them reminded him of his alternate future-self Dark Sage, but with flowing white beard and a twinkle in his eyes that made Magician of Black Chaos extremely wary; the other man was of a younger age, with greasy black hair and hooked nose.
Both were miles smarter than other human casters the spirit magician had encountered up to this point, as was evident when they worked their charms, as neither curses were of the combative type. Magician of Black Chaos' magical barrier did not deflect them, especially in his already weakened state, and the special effects bounded his arms and legs together, rendering him immobile as he dropped to his knees on the ground.
Like the Spellbinding Circle, but weaker and less permanent, yet nonetheless effective. Magician of Black Chaos concluded, expression a deepened scowl, gaze unwavering as he looked at his captors and cared not for his life.
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Albus Dumbledore did not recognize this man in outlandish costumes, who had been caught trespassing Hogwarts ground and without trying, placed a dozen teachers and students alike into the hospital ward. However, Dumbledore could clearly see that this man had no true hostile intent, as he had only casted an exceedingly potent nonverbal Shield Charm against them, but his presence here was as unexpected as was worrying.
Currently, he was being held under the combined restraint of a powerful Leg-Locker Curse and a Full Body-Bind Curse, yet neither seemed to be working correctly as the man was not completely paralyzed and was glaring at him with eyes unlike those of human. Dumbledore did not miss how the jewelry adorned metal staff disappeared the moment it left the man's hand, wondering when he got the chance to cast a Shrinking Charm and why... and furthermore, how he succeeded in performing an unsupported flight, a long regarded magical impossibility.
Time, alas, was of the essence. And Dumbledore worried that he would have another soulless body to deal with if the Ministry caught wind of this mysterious man, so he had to quickly ask Severus Snape to relocate the stranger for later, and he soon left to deal with the more pressing matters at hand.
Severus was less than happy with this outcome, of course, as he found himself in a relatively secluded dungeon sitting across from a male of maybe his early thirties with eyes more inhuman than those of the Dark Lord's, who seemed to proclaim obviously evil more loudly than any Death Eaters' dress code. Long minutes stretched that tested their patience, but eventually it was Severus who caved and he asked the first question that came to mind.
"Who are you?" Severus grunted, not expecting an answer. He did get it however, but only after receiving a scowl.
"Magician of Black Chaos."
"Don't suppose you have a proper name?"
"It is my proper name."
Severus frowned, trying to decide if he was being lied to or mocked at. "Do you work for the Dark Lord?" He prompted, "Are you a Death Eater?"
Magician of Black Chaos was thoroughly confused by the questioning. He existed only to serve and protect, thus was fairly unaccustomed to dealing with anything other than direct commands. "I serve my master."
"Who is your master?"
"The person who summoned me."
Severus twitched. He was trying to be patient, but was clearly not working. "Speaking in riddles would not help you."
Magician of Black Chaos shrugged. "It matters not. It is my turn now."
"What?" Severus questioned.
The bound spiritual magician's demeanor changed, sitting up straighter as he mentally examined the card he had just drawn. And chuckled softly, causing the human wizard to leap to his feet in alarm as he aimed his wand.
Monster card, perfect.
"Summon, Breaker the Magical Warrior (LV4: 1900/1000)."
Severus was prepared to cast a Shield Charm or another counter-spell the moment the dark wizard broke free of the curses that bound him, but what Severus did not expect was for a sword to be held across his throat... from behind.
"What have we here?" Another man walked into view, even younger than the first in maybe the early twenties, full body clad in scarlet medieval armor with a fantasy twist. His eyes were partially covered, skin bluish-grey with a light smirk on his lips, and a shield in the left hand while the sword was held inches away from the human wizard's exposed neck. Though after evaluating the scenario, Breaker the Magical Warrior came to a conclusion and cautiously removed the sword to come to the other Duel Spirit's side. Severus did dare to move despite his chance, for inwardly was too perplexed by the method these young men used to bypass Hogwarts ward.
The Spell Counter gem on the magician knight's sword glowed as he stabbed it inches from where Magician of Black Chaos was held and magically bound, and Breaker the Magical Warrior shattered the curse with his effect. The Spell Counter gem dulled, the cost of his effect, and his attack points decreased to 1600.
"Owe you one," Magician of Black Chaos grumbled, shaking out of the foreign magic induced paralysis. Breaker the Magical Warrior nodded to the fellow spellcaster as he offered up a subdued chuckle. "I will be holding you up on that," he said, tapping the side of the leg armor with his sword, an unconscious habit of his as he did not carry a scabbard. "Where is our master?"
"Not here," Magician of Black Chaos admitted and as expected, Breaker the Magical Warrior gave him a scandalized look. "Not here," the spellcaster knight repeated, as if he could not believe his ears, "If our master is not here, then why in the world are we here?"
Severus shifted uneasily, but at once found a sword and a reappeared scepter pointed in his face. He held up both hands to show that he meant no harm, and called names in his head at Dumbledore for landing him in such a situation and be so slow to return.
"More humans would come, we need to find a way out before then," Magician of Black Chaos said. Breaker the Magical Warrior nodded, checking his starting hand. "I have no transporting Spells and I see that you have already exhausted your cards, so I guess we have to go the old fashion way?"
Magician of Black Chaos did not answer as he walked pass the human wizard, then through the door. Breaker the Magical Warrior following behind, muttering under his breath as he did so. "You are burning through our deck way too fast. Activate Continuous Spell Spell Absorption and Continuous Spell Recycle. If I overtasked myself to keep us all in the game, can you promise to revive me?"
Severus was completely confused as he stared at the younger of the two work strange magic, but by now he was being completely ignored. "Stop!" He called, trotting after the weirdly garbed men down the empty hall and determined to make himself heard. "You can't leave!"
Breaker the Magical Warrior turned hovering in midair wearing a look of amusement, as both he and his higher leveled companion had both unconsciously detached themselves from the floor, not knowing it was a feat considered impossible within this realm. "Why are you following us?" He asked, head tilted with his pointy helmet inclined.
"I am supposed to keep an eye on you," Severus bristled, gesturing at the two. "You can not just waltz into Hogwarts as you so pleased!" He was beginning to doubt their human status, from the way they talked and how they so callously used impossible spells, but neither vampires nor veela seemed likely though their complexion were similar somewhat.
"Breaker the Magical Warrior, we have little time," Magician of Black Chaos crossed his arms, looking annoyed. Severus frowned at how their names were such mouthfuls, another hint at their origin that he could not decipher.
The magician knight shrugged. "You heard him," he said, shouldering the sword as he prepared to leave. Severus contemplated his options, before ultimately decided to use words rather than wand. "How do you plan to leave?"
The spellcasters paused, Breaker the Magical Warrior looked towards his companion quizzically. Magician of Black Chaos wearily rubbed his temple, he had forgotten that their current "master" was a poor duelist, so stall and wait for their summoning would not do. They were trapped and lost, and the castle was quite large.
"Well?" The scarlet-clad knight asked expectedly.
Magician of Black Chaos shook his head. "I do not know," he answered in monotone, turning to the earthbound human wizard. "Suppose you could show us the way out?"
Severus almost choked on air. "Who do you think I am?!"
The trio stood (and floated), glaring at each other for another couple of seconds before Breaker the Magical Warrior sighed, landing as he did so. "The human is not going to help us, Magician of Black Chaos."
"I can see that," the chaos magician was not pleased as he came down beside his deck companion. "Think of any alternatives?"
Breaker the Magical Warrior shuffled through his hand, suddenly lighting up. "Maybe I do," he said in a conspiratorial whisper, picking out a card for the other magician to see. Severus, on the other hand, was growing progressively uncomfortable with the whole thing.
"Interesting," Magician of Black Chaos was impressed, "But that only works on Dark attributed though, and humans are all hard to tell since they have no cards."
"That is what I am worried about," Breaker the Magical Warrior admitted.
Simultaneously both spellcaster spirits turned to look at the Hogwarts resident Potions Master, who was slowly backing away, taking in the long black cloak and hollowed cheeks and the general gloomy appearance. "What do you want?" Severus demanded.
"Huh." "Definitely Dark attributed."
"What?" Severus repeated, mouth suddenly feeling dry.
Breaker the Magical Warrior grinned. "I set one Monster in face-down defense position!"
An enlarged card, with its back colored in a swirling brown and black, appeared a few steps before him. Somehow, Severus knew that it was a challenge.
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I've built the deck of MoBC and his associates, but it won't be given to their "master" since Voldemort is far from a decent duelist. Why do they have a deck? Because in GX, it is obvious many (if not most) humanoid Duel Spirits are actually damn good duelists themselves! If one is summoned into the human world, accident or otherwise, they can in turn summon each other like chain reaction.