"All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield."
A.N.: the songs in this Chapter are Sliver and Cold by AFI, A demon's fate by Within Temptation and a short piece Life is Beautiful by Sixx: AM I highly recommend listening to them while they play.
Chapter 20: The End
Voldemort looked at across the great hall of Noctiluca and wondered not for the first time what would have happened had he gone here instead of Hogwarts. Here you could feel the magic seep up from the very ground to sink into your bones giving you magic even as the air stole your own away. This was a place of hallowed ground…not in that it was holy but in that it was a nexus of laylines and a geyser of magic in the world.
The hall was full to the bursting of carefully selected people, an entire orchestra of Noctiluca students able to weave their magic together, and Tristan's Dark Angels were at the center ready to guide the magic with an experienced hand. Madeline was not too far from the Dark Angels preparing the frozen body of black marble that was Tristan at the moment. Everything was in place for the ritual they just needed one more thing.
There was a screech that tore through the air as Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, appeared in a ball of steam. Tink, Tristan's Vixi, had managed to capture the beast but not without injury he saw. The little thing was half burned, half of its body was black and flaking…it looked like it could hardly move one of its legs. Still the Vixi kept the Pheonix chained down with water chains on the ground steam billowing up from where it touched the being of fire.
Voldemort smirked, good everything was in place for the two part ritual to begin, and he cast his eyes briefly to the tortured mess that had once been Albus Dumbledore. His one remaining blue eye was staring in heartbroken yearning at the Phoenix and Voldemort almost smiled. This would be the thing that broke that man once and for all…once he saw what he did to his precious beast there would be no going back for that old man.
The Dark Angels were restless, wanting their Master back more than they would ever admit and Voldemort smirked as he felt their collect magic reach out to the black marble in yearning. Truly the marks Tristan had gifted them with were real works of art, the runes were masterpieces in themselves, and when paired with the other mark…there were no words for that! Voldemort stepped beside the Fire Elemental and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Are you ready for this Leon?" Voldemort asked, because the willingness of the sacrifice was one of the most important parts of the ritual.
"I will give anything to have him back," Leon said simply as he stared at the frozen face of Tristan.
"Good," Voldemort said simply as he stepped back to get out of the runic circle surrounding the frozen Tristan.
Madeline was shifting uneasily close to his side, and Voldemort narrowed his eyes at her making her stop. She had been the one to protest the most about the ritual he had chosen to resurrect his little one. She said it was cruel; the 'game' he was playing with Tristan's life, in the end the woman simply loved the boy too much to stop him. Madeline was persuaded in the end by being the chosen vessel, but she was still weighed down by guilt.
Voldemort looked over everything with a critical eye, there could be no mistakes otherwise everything would be for not and it would all come to ruin. They were not only tapping into the power of well over thirty truly powerful magical people but into a very nexus of magic power of the world. There could be no mistakes.
There was three parts to the ritual they were performing today, on the summer solstice, and each part was just as important as the last. Voldemort had adapted it from a chanted ritual into a much more powerful and stable musical one that was more delicate in nature. It all centered on the willingness of the first and last sacrifices as well as the unwillingness of the second sacrifice. It was his greatest work yet and Voldemort was eager to see it come to fruition.
He had already absorb all of his remaining horcrux, the only piece of his soul to remain outside his body was the one frozen inside that black marble with Tristan. If it all went as flawlessly as he hoped both of them would gain true immortality through this one ritual. Voldemort smirked; truly he couldn't have planned this better because he knew that had Tristan not fallen that day he would never have consented to this ritual. However, as Voldemort had said before Tristan wasn't allowed to die until he had granted him permission…and Voldemort would never give him that.
Alucard was waiting outside on the shore, for his master's rebirth, he dared not be present during the ritual for fear of his very presence corrupting it. The ritual in itself was almost simple, but it was beautiful in that simplicity. The first part was purification, but not in the true sense…it would be a very dark purification. Leon, the fire elemental would purge Tristan of not only the darkness blackening his magic but take that blackness into himself.
After all with all the sin, all the careful deliberate ways Tristan had blackened his very soul…all that darkness could not simply disappear into the ether. No, a normal purification ritual would not be enough to strip Tristan's soul of that darkness which was vital for this ritual to work. So a sacrifice was required to give itself up willingly, a sacrifice that would take all that into itself and in exchange Tristan would be purged of darkness for a time. A life for a life if you will.
That the sacrifice would be a fire elemental was so much better as it gave Tristan an affinity to the fire creature, the phoenix, that would be the second unwilling sacrifice. Leon stepped into the runic circle; one hand clapping onto Tristan's clasped hands and the other resting lovingly on Tristan's frozen forehead. Instruments appeared into the hands of the collected people and Voldemort almost vibrated in anticipation. There were only four in the room now without instrument in hand, Voldemort, Leon, Madeline and the broken form of Dumbledore. Tristan's frozen form didn't count of course as he was entirely unawares of his surroundings.
The storm outside pattered rain on the windows, the slow mournful sound of a piano began the song of the first part of the ritual and Voldemort marveled that the rain only added to the sound. A drum pounded like a heartbeat, adding tempo, giving rise to the desperate anticipation as Leon drew a deep breath to begin the song that would transfer Tristan's taint unto him. The pounding beat of other instruments joined in as Leon's soft voice began to ring out. It seemed to Voldemort Leon had no eyes but for Tristan…singing to him…for him.
I, I came here by day,
but I left here in darkness
and found you, found you on the way.
For Leon he was singing with his very heart. He remembered the day he came to Noctiluca, how frightened he had been that he would fail, how warm the sun had been for him at first. It had seemed as if he had lived at first in the warm day light of innocence and when his prince came into his world he had left the warmth for darkness. Leon had known even then, that if he wanted to be by his prince's side he would have to find him inside that darkness. Now, it is silver and silent.
It is silver and cold.
You in somber resplendence,
I hold...
The frozen form of his prince was cold, cast in what appeared to be black marble his prince was frozen on the very edge of death. Leon's heart twisted in pain at that thought not because his lord wasn't ready for death. On the contrary, all the inner Dark Angels knew their lord longed for death viewing it as one would sleep after a very long tiring day. No, Leon's pain came from both that he was taking death away from his lord and that he knew his prince wouldn't want it. But, Leon, like the rest of them here today, was selfish. He could not face the pain of his lord's absence from his life. Your sins into me,
oh, my beautiful one.
Your sins into me.
Slowly the black from the casing around Tristan's forehead seeped into Leon's fingertips turning the tanned flesh of his skin into a sick diseased black. Leon sang through the pain imagining Tristan's voice as he sang, the sweet tones of Tristan's phantom voice rang through him.
As a rapturous voice escapes
I will tremble a prayer
and I'll beg for forgiveness.
Leon watched his hands slowly turn into withered black husks and hoped his sacrifice would be enough to earn his prince's forgiveness for playing part in the ritual to resurrect him.
Your sins into me,
Your sins into me
oh, my beautiful one.
The black slowly crept up his arms, the black casing slowly turned white in spots as the taint was transferred to Leon. The skin of his arms and hands was black withered and shriveled horribly. The pain was unimaginable…but his voice remained steady as he sang to take in the darkness from Tristan's heart and soul. Light, like the flutter of wings,
feel your hollow voice rushing
into me as you're longing to sing.
So I, I will paint you in silver.
I will wrap you in cold.
I will lift up your voice as I sink.
Voldemort watched with curious eyes as the taint spread across Leon's chest, the clothes the boy wore shriveled and fell off like ash where the taint touched. Still the boy's voice was steady, though he must be unimaginable pain as all the goodness that was within him was sucked out of him replaced by the taint from Tristan. Voldemort set his eyes hungrily on the solidified magic Tristan was encased in…it was turning white in spots…gray in others as the darkness drained away from him into Leon. Your sins into me,
oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me.
As a rapturous voice escapes
I will tremble a prayer
and I'll beg for forgiveness.
Your sins into me,
Your sins into me
It took everything Leon had not to let his voice waver for even a moment…otherwise this pain would be for nothing. Musical casting was a fragile but powerful thing…delicate in that if he missed even one note the whole thing would fall apart. Powerful in that this song…this spell…was doing what it had been designed to. Had this been done through any other way…it would not be as thorough as this was now. Cold in life's throes.
I'll fall asleep for you.
Cold in life's throes.
I only ask you turn away.
Cold in life's throes.
I'll fall asleep for you.
Cold in life's throes
I only ask you turn
as you seep into me,
oh, my beautiful one, now...
Leon was glad he couldn't see him now, the darkness had spread making his body twisted withered and shriveled black. The taint had spread all the way down to his legs now, his clothes had fallen off him crumbling into dust as the darkness touched them. The only parts untouched now were his neck, head, and his legs below his knees. The pain had numbed into a sharp cold feeling, as if death was embracing him, Leon knew he looked odd fresh bits attached to the withered remains of what looked like a burnt skeleton. Your sins into me,
oh, my beautiful one.
Your sins into me.
As a rapturous voice escapes
I will tremble a prayer
and I'll beg for forgiveness.
Your sins into me,
Your sins into me
All that remained was his head and neck now. Leon's withered body was black, scabbed, and shriveled…it reminded Leon of what a dementor's body must look like without the cloak. All twisted and torn…engulfed in black…his skin was black as pitch and was so hard to look at. So Leon looked at the frozen beauty that was Tristan, the magic casing was almost entirely white now…only the barest stretches of gray remained. Soon Tristan would be ready for the second part. Your sins into me,
oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me.
As a rapturous voice escapes
I will tremble a prayer
and I'll beg for forgiveness.
Your sins into me,
Your sins into...
Your sins into me
Oh my beautiful one!
Voldemort watched as the last of the healthy looking skin disappeared from around Leon's mouth…amazing he still lived. Leon laid a crumpled heap beside the raise dais that held Tristan's frozen body that was now a beautiful shining white. Voldemort looked at the remains of what once had been a strong beautiful Leon…he looked like a withered burnt corpse. Leon's form was twisted withered and shriveled black, his hair was an inky black that fell lankily to cover his face as he gasped painful breaths from the ground.
Voldemort watched in fascination as the excess darkness seeped out from under Leon's body, watched him groan in tired pain as the dark blackness twisted up forming a mockery of wings that attached to his back like leeches. Impossibly there was still more blackness that hissed up from the ground like steam engulfing Leon's nude form in sticky mist as it formed a shroud of sorts. Voldemort watched as Leon heaved himself up with sheer force of will and dragged himself out of the runic circle.
This first part was the most fascinating, in draining Tristan's taint and giving all the goodness Leon had in turn to fill the void…Leon had voluntarily turned himself into something Voldemort thought resembled a dementor. Leon was now an entirely new creature, made from a sacrifice and now his very existence was tied to Tristan for all of eternity. Leon was now an immortal being cursed to forever absorb the taint that would undoubtedly creep into Tristan's soul. Leon would for the rest of eternity bare the weight of Tristan's darkness and sin as if it were his own.
Leon dragged himself to the wall and slumped against it. Leon's eyes, Voldemort noticed, were now black pits with no other features just a disturbing solid black. However, Leon's gaze was locked on the frozen form of his Master, and Voldemort almost laughed at the irony. The thing one does for love…there were no barriers one would not breach…no line one would not cross…no pain one would not endure for the love one felt for another. In this Voldemort couldn't help but admire about Tristan…he inspired the greatest love in people without ever realizing it. Voldemort was sure that Leon had welcomed himself in this cursed existence for he truly loved his Master. Fool.
Madeline looked torn, like she wanted to comfort the boy but she could not move from her place without ruining his sacrifice. No one spoke; a word not sung now could ruin everything and so Madeline turned her eyes from Leon's ruined form. She eyed the Phoenix who, even now, struggled to escape the bindings of the Vixi. Tink was half dead herself but did not budge from her assigned duty…she would die before the allowing the phoenix to escape.
The collective people drew a breath and slowly the second part of the ritual began. Madeline's voice was haunting as she warmed up crying ohhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, as the hardest part began. The willing sacrifice of the pure creature the phoenix. The power required to strip such a creature of its power was immense and directing it into a new vessel…almost impossible. Almost.
The sound of all those instruments playing together, a full orchestra along with the clashing harsh beat of the more contemporary instruments came together to make a chilling awe inspiring sound. Madeline stood staring at Tristan on the raised dais as she played her cello and sang. Voldemort smirked as he watched the magic unfold before him.
You'll burn this time
Seeing the violence
It's feeding my mind
No one is saving you
How can you find
A heaven in this hell?
Madeline stared at the bound form of the Phoenix as it very slowly caught fire and remembered the violence of Tristan's memories. There was no way such a boy could find peace even in death…she was doing this in the hope that given time her son would heal. The slow fire that was bit by bit consuming the phoenix was unnatural and deliberate. The flame itself was a bright white unlike the deep orange that usually came with a burning day absent. Leave it behind
Hearing your silence
It screams our goodbye
Cannot believe it's an eye for an eye
Love is gone to waste
This ritual…it was more than just a life for a life…because what they were doing had never been done. The Phoenix was entirely engulfed now, it was screaming silently as it thrashed as if to put the consuming flame out. It could not, and the flames burned brighter with every note played. Madeline watched it with a cold eye as its form broke apart in ash, whittling down to nothing but its chick form and soon even that began to break down. Angels have faith
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
Dark Angels had faith in nothing but their prince, they needed him to live on and selfishly they were cursing him with something he had never desired so that Tristan could remain here, bound to life. Madeline cursed Voldemort inside her head for playing on her love for her boy to get her into this and watched as the glowing white flame that was the phoenix's power without form burned brightly. She watched the flame as it slowly ran up the dais and began to consume Tristan's form. Even though it hurt her to watch Tristan's body crumple into ash ever so slowly…Madeline forced herself to watch. When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness he'll retaliate
He'll be falling from grace
Till the end of all his days
Madeline knew when this was all over, when Tristan came back into himself that he would not forgive them for this. Not ever. They were merging his soul with the power of the phoenix, in doing this they were cursing him with a life that would never end. Should Tristan's body ever die he would simply be reborn into a new one. An endless cycle tied to life like a phoenix never being allowed to forget who he is…a soul trapped to live forever. From the ashes of hate
It's a cruel demon's fate
On the wings of darkness
He's returned to stay
There will be no escape
Cause he's fallen far from grace
Voldemort watched gleefully as the light in Albus' eye died with the death of his phoenix. The bird's power was slowly consuming the casing of magic around Tristan's body reveling his body underneath. The casing broke away feeding the fire to new heights as Tristen's clothes turned to ash and his wounds burned shut. Voldemort was grateful that Tristan was unconscious even freed from the casing as a single sound out of place now would ruin everything. What have you done?
Is this what you wanted?
What have you become?
His soul's not forsaken
You're walking alone
From heaven into hell
Now that you know
Your way in this madness
Your powers are gone
Your chains have been broken
You've suffered so long
You will never change.
Madeline forced herself to watch as the perfect form of her son finally revealed from its casing of solidified magic began to burn. It was horrible to watch his flesh as it darkened and crinkled black under the flame. The smell was like nothing she had ever smelled before…the curling smoke disappeared as it curled up to the ceiling. They were ripping him from the heaven that was oblivion to the scorching hell of life…they were dragging him into the very pits of his own hell. Angels have faith
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
She almost expected him to wake up to scream as he burned…scream and ruin the ritual that they were casting onto him. But Tristan never woke…he laid there as if he was already dead simply letting his body burn as if on a funeral pyre. It was too horrible for words. Madeline felt the tiny life within her move, her slightly swollen belly pressed against the back of her cello reminding her that the sacrifices were not done. That this was not done, that Tristan was not gone yet even as his body burned without a whisper from him. When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness
He'll retaliate
He'll be falling from grace
Till the end of all his days
When Voldemort had come to her to tell her how he would give Tristan life once more she had been torn. She loved Tristan as she would a son but the final sacrifice of the ritual had almost seemed too cruel. They had to wait almost a year to perform it, the preparations alone had taken months and the final sacrifice had to be readied. From the ashes of hate
It's a cruel demon's fate
On the wings of darkness
He's returned to stay
There will be no escape
Cause he's fallen far from grace
Tristan's body was almost gone now, it was horrible, and all that remained now was a blackened skeleton that glowed the deepest green as Tristan's soul merged with the power of the Phoenix. Madeline studiously ignored the frantic movement inside of her womb…it was as if it knew what was coming. Angels have faith
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
The final sacrifice was the life of the unborn child within her body…willingly given by the one that housed it. A deep price to ask of any mother. Her first child of her blood to be given as a sacrifice to resurrect the child she had chosen. The baby had to be far enough along that it had its own fragile new soul already…that it was almost ready to live. It would never see the light of life, it would never breath that first breath or feel the air on its face. When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness
He'll retaliate
He'll be falling from grace
Till the end of all his days
Severus had to be restrained and bound at her home. He had objected to sacrificing their child to give life to one who did not want it…his opinion…not hers. Madeline knew it was cruel, for even now she felt the stirrings of love for this unborn child within her…but Tristan needed her. They would have other children. Tristan's body was gone now; all that remained was swirling green ash that was aflame in white of the phoenix's power. All that remained of Tristan was his soul, bound with his memories along with his magic, alight with the merging of the Phoenix power it was almost done. From the ashes of hate
It's a cruel demon's fate
On the wings of darkness
He's returned to stay
There will be no escape
Cause he's fallen far from grace
Madeline listen the instruments as they echoed in the hall as she watched the ash swirl around her glowing green with white flame that licked her skin with heat. The magic didn't need her voice to direct it anymore, it knew what to do as the instruments rang out and Madeline braced herself for pain. She opened her mouth, the ash slammed into the opening with force and she screamed silently as the flame burned its way down her throat going through her body forcefully.
She tasted ash, her lungs burned for air as she screamed in pain as her stomach cramped up. Madeline felt her unborn child struggle feebly against the invading force. Its small flicker of magic made her stomach glow as it tried to fight for its life. It was of no use but the pain of sacrificing a life that wanted to live tore at her heart.
Her unborn child fought longer than she had expected, the pain of it forcing Madeline to her knees as she held her middle as she coughed smoke. Her eyes streamed water as she felt it all, the soul of Tristan merging with the fragile little body using the death of the tiny unborn soul to finally fully merge Tristan's soul with the Phoenix's power. Her unborn child died and in that moment Tristan slipped into the empty shell of the unborn child's body and now the ritual was complete.
Madeline would be the first vessel of Tristan, the boy that had been Harry Potter lived no longer and now something else was now created. The pain gradually went away and Madeline rubbed her stomach in thought. The ritual gifted Tristan with the power of a Phoenix, he would never truly die only be reborn into another body. Unlike a phoenix though he would not be born from the ashes Tristan's soul would simply find another pregnant mother.
She was grateful that only this one child had to be sacrificed from now on Tristan would simply go into the unborn vessels that had yet to gain their own soul. Madeline wondered how it would work out for Tristan, he would remember everything from his previous lives, his magic was now bound to his soul and as such he would never truly reach a limit. Where for a normal person where their magic reached maturity and its limit on the body's seventeenth birthday it would not be the same for Tristan.
Sure it would stop growing every time his new body reached seventeen, but with every death came a new body that carried on his magic which would begin to grow again. Madeline shivered as stood on shaky feet; Voldemort was quick to come to her aid helping her stand. He placed a possessive hand on her swollen belly and Madeline forced herself to endure it. Madeline's eyes turned to Leon; he was bound to Tristan now because he would be constantly draining the taint from his soul.
Madeline had no doubt that Tristan would taint his soul when he became aware again. However, since his powers were now eternally merged with the pure power of the phoenix which could handle no taint. So Leon would drain it as it came, forever taking in the taint as his own and he would live forever in that wretched state.
Not for the first time Madeline wondered if it was all worth it as she rubbed her belly were Tristan moved sluggishly inside her womb. She gently scooped up the Vixi Tink from the floor the poor thing had died keeping the phoenix bound for the ritual. Madeline would see that the sweet little thing got a funeral and a proper monument.
The Dark Angels all wanted to touch her belly reverently; they one by one rested their hands on her belly eager to feel their master move with his new life. Voldemort allowed them to do it but only for a few minutes before he warned them away from her. The real surprise was Leon who dragged himself in unsteady feet across the hall to fall at her feet to caress her belly. Madeline had to force herself to not flinch away from his withered black hands as he touched her.
Leon's face was sunken, robbed of its former beauty, drained of all color he was bathed in black, and felt of darkness. Being in his presence reminded her of being in close quarters with a dementor…it robbed you of all happy feeling and felt as if you would never see daylight or feel warmth again. She endured it because of his sacrifice though. Even Voldemort did not object to him running his skeletal hands over her belly for what seemed to be a very long time.
~~~ Epilogue ~~~
"I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,
Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
The dark descent, and up to reascend..."
Vicky hated going with Alpha on his Visits to the Dark Lord, especially when she was pregnant which was often her only comfort was that Peggy and Sarah were coming with them. It was a strange world they lived in now, like some horrible nightmare that never ended and she would never wake from. It seemed like it had been only yesterday that she had watched the world crumble all around her…heard her husband screaming as he died.
Could it really have been only six years ago? It seemed like just yesterday she had woken in an empty field with the others of her 'kind' to a world so unreal it was unbelievable. At least it had been at first. All those things she had dreamed of as a girl, unicorns, werewolves, vampires, and magic all real along with so much more. She almost cried now thinking about how naïve she had been, how she had blushed excitedly as she read novels about rakish vampires/werewolves ravaging a wanton woman.
It wasn't anything like her stories…it was so much more horrible. Alpha…he had picked her, Peggy and Sarah from that field that day. Vicky wasn't even sure what his real name was as he never allowed the three of them to know it. He was simply Alpha, a werewolf that had chosen the three of them to be brood mares to him. Slaves to his will and desire.
He had a wife, that was a horror unto herself, she was a werewolf too and loved lording over the three of them as Domina. Vicky remembered how horrified she had been that first time Alpha had taken pleasures from her body. How she had fought, the pain that had brought her, and how long it had taken her to learn to never fight back. There was no escape from this life now…she had tried and failed enough to know this.
The hardest part had been when he had taken Sarah in front of them. Vicky and Peggy had been roughly the same age but Sarah…Sarah had been ten. Both of them had tried to stop Alpha from turning his attentions to Sarah but they hadn't been able to. Sarah was sixteen now, heavy with her first pup and terrified of giving birth. Vicky couldn't blame her because even though magic made birthing easier there was still a lot of pain…though recovery only took a day as opposed to the six weeks of before.
Vicky held Peggy's hand tightly with her left hand and Sarah's with her right. They were all three in various stages of pregnancy and following behind Alpha and Domina a respectable distance. It had taken Vicky a long time to piece together a shaky picture of how her world had come to an end. Even now she wasn't too sure on the facts since speaking to anyone who wasn't a 'muggle' was tantamount to suicide.
What she did know was that the Dark Lord had something to do with it, that the bands that marked the muggles would never fade or ever be broken. Vicky thought longingly of her other children she had left at 'home' five of them were werewolves but Lucy her youngest had been born with the bands. Vicky remembered how horrified she had been to realize the curse of slavery would bind all of her 'muggle' children. Luckily Lucy was too young to be given to anyone but Vicky dreaded the day when she was handed off.
There was also the unnamed horror of Alpha, Vicky had seen the way he had eyed Lucy…sometimes Vicky didn't know what to fear more. The day Lucy was given to someone else…or the day Alpha decided not to give her away taking her himself. Her thoughts snapped back into focus as she caught an eye full of the Dark Lord on his throne. He was handsome in a devastating way, just like Alpha, but Vicky had learned not to be fooled by a beautiful face.
She kept her eyes on the ground looking at the Dark Lord from only the very corner of her eye. She wasn't listening to whatever Alpha was telling him since it would probably not make much sense to her anyway. It was because Vicky couldn't really look at the Dark Lord that it took so long for her to notice him. The small boy was sitting on the Dark Lord's lap. He was breathtakingly beautiful, all big green eyes and pale skin with flowing black locks that looked like ink.
Vicky hated to see such an innocent looking child on the lap of such a terrible man. However, she knew better than to try to help the poor boy…because she couldn't even help herself. The baby within her squirmed uncomfortably as the air turned cold around her. Vicky paled as she saw the creature just behind the Dark Lord's throne cloaked in a black shroud a mockery of wings hanging limply from its back. It was the Darkness, the creature that the Dark Lord gave the traitors to. The creature fed off of the joy and goodness inside a soul. Being given to the Darkness was a fate worse than death.
Tristan beckoned Leon to his side, Alucard remained in the shadows awaiting his will and Voldemort was a steady strength beneath underneath him. Leon looked better than he had when he had first been turned into the creature he had become. His black body had filled out from the shriveled husk it had been before. Now he looked a bit more like himself from before the transformation only he was bathed in black. It had been interesting finding out that Leon could feed on the joy and goodness of souls giving him health.
For everyone else when Leon drew near it felt horrible and cold. For Harry it only brought warmth and happiness as Leon took away all the pain with his darkness. Leon's black hand slipped over Tristan's tiny one engulfing it. Tristan had been so angry when he first woken up in this new life…but slowly he had let all that go. Stripped of all that darkness made it hard to stay angry…oh Tristan still felt a deep hate but it was without the blinding anger.
Tristan accepted that he could not change this fate, he was curse to rule in hell…but a part of him had always known heaven would never welcome him. He would rule in hell forever and never would he serve in heaven. Tristan sighed and turned his eyes to Voldemort. Voldemort was the remains of his heart and he was all that mattered anymore. They were tied together for all of eternity…there could not be one without the other. Tristan began to sing a song he was fiddling with his body was still too young to cast musically but that didn't stop him from singing.
You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lieYou can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel aliveJust open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Vicky paled, her stomach dropped out of her feet, she remembered that voice…though it was younger and more childish than before. She would never forget that voice until she died, the voice that had sang away everything she had ever known or loved. The small boy in the Dark Lord's lap had seemed so innocent…so pure…but he like everything else in this life was a lie. Magic was strange and twisted, never had Vicky known how horribly true the saying 'never judge a book by its cover' until she had known of Magic. Here was this beautiful innocent looking angel of a boy, singing with a voice so sweet it almost hurt to listen to, but he was the one that had reshaped the world.
Tristan sat humming as he thought of more lyrics to his songs while composing the accompanying instruments in his head. It had been a surprise to everyone that some of the other powers besides eternal life had carried on from the Phoenix powers. The power of his singing voice was only one of many changes. Still Tristan wondered what this life would bring him now that it would never end…only time would tell and he had all of it.
A.N.: Its been a wild ride! Can't believe its done! Read & Review! Keep an eye out for the sequel! Let me know what you think of my first completed work! AHHH XD I can't believe its finished! T.T Sorta happy sorta sad hope you loved it! Please Review and let me know if you loved this almost as much as I loved writing it!