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Okay, firstly I am very thankful to those that have favourited, followed and reviewed this story! I was a bit shocked at the response to just a few chapters! Now, I would like to warn people that this story is rated M for a reason and it WILL involve DARK THEMES and A LOT of violence, corruption, Slash (explicit sex scenes, which will happen later in the story) and a little gore. So, for those that DO NOT like dark themes and the like, please don't read. If so, then welcome and hello!
I'd also like to inform you all that, while my updates are scarce and take a long time to post, be reassured that I will eventually update and never give up on any of my stories. So, I am posting this in the hopes to pacify all you awesome readers. Furthermore, I had to rewrite this chapter three time before I was satisfied and got REALLY frustrated with the plot. But I think I have a good idea on what I want to do now.
Anyway, please enjoy this chapter and let Chaos' reign BEGIN!
Chapter 2- May Magic Bless You
A few days had passed since Hadrian had been to Gringotts. The Ministry had been informed only a few hours after they had returned home about who held the Mortem Lordship title, as well as who the Heir was. No one knew that Hadrian was in fact a Potter as well, and it would remain that way until he wanted it known to the public. For now, he would remain the Lord and Heir of House Mortem. He needed to remain unnoticed for as long as possible, while making plans for the greatest moment since his days of ruling.
He closed his eyes to the world as he laid down on his king size bed, darkness surrounding him in comfort and protection. Nottnaðr was wrapped around Hadrian, his large head right above his chest where his heart was beating slowly. It was times like these that Hadrian tolerated being in a Mortal's form. He could feel the many emotions that Mortals expressed on a daily basis. While he despised having weakness', he wouldn't get rid of them. No, Chaos had learned from past experiences that getting rid of weakness' do not make one stronger, only more hungry for something far greater. And for his foolishness, he paid the price by being cast out into Obilivion.
'Never again will I fall for the embrace of too much greatness.' Looking back now, Chaos could compare his greed and ambition to that of Mortals. The mere thought disgusted him and brought shame upon himself.
"You have been thinking a lot as of late, Master. Is everything alright?" Nottnaðr hissed, concerned for the boy that always had a glazed look in his green eyes.
"The past seems to always be reminding me of my mistakes. The world would already have been mine, had I made different decisions." Hadrian stroked his familiar gently, at ease and relaxed in the reptiles company.
"What has passed is done, and cannot be changed. That is the way of life, Master."
"Of that, I am very much aware of." Hadrian drawled, not having forgotten the consequences of his actions, and the torture he had endured as a result of his pride and greed getting the better of him. And as he looked back now, he wondered how much different his life would have been, had he not fallen in Oblivion. He could see that the world as his kingdom to rule, the Mortal scum pleading and begging him for their lives and swearing their eternal loyalty and service. His armies would follow his orders without hesistation.
He would have been King of the Mortal Realm, and with that, his next plans to dominate the Gods would have taken place. But then...
Hadrian sighed heavily, giving a shiver of fear when he remembered his days suffering in Oblivion. It was worse than Hell and the most torturous pain he would ever feel. Nothing could scare Chaos, or any other Being that existed, more than thinking that he was alive, weak and could do nothing. It is the ultimate fear of every Being and God that existed would ever experience. No Mortal had the strength or will power to withstand the void because of the power Oblivion posessed. He shuddered at that one truth, and vowed never to be that way again. His own desires for the world were too great and fierce, that it had caused him to go insane. No longer stable in mind, he took all his rage and lust for battle upon the world. He lost his purpose and himself to the madness inside of him. He had let it consume him to the stage where he nearly couldn't recognise his allies and enemies. It was horrifying, but he allies and subjects had stayed loyal to him to the very end. Even when...
Many centuries ago...
It was the end result of a war that had been won and lost at the same time. The Earth had been dried up of all its glory and mankind was the one at fault. Had the Mortals obeyed and bowed down, everything would have been different. But they were stubborn and refused, thinking themselves invincible that when they finally realised that the was something -someone- far greater than them; it was too late. And now the world had to pay the price for mankind's stubborness and pride.
"Lord Chaos!" He turned at the call, addressing his subjects with the respect and admiration they deserved for their loyalty and commitment to his cause.
"Ah, my most loyal, how it pleases me to see none of you dead. I chose my commanders well." He smirked at the warriors before him, noticing how they stood straighter at his words. "And now, we have almost reached total domination of this world. I can feel the Mortals conflicting with each other." He snickered quietly, feeling all too pleased with himself, "It is only a matter of time before they soon fall at my feet." He hummed in content at the thought of seeing all mankind on their knees before him.
Ever since he had been created, Chaos had wreaked havoc upon the world. At first, it was small things like mortal children squabbling and adults arguing, then he tested himself with other things, like making mountain sides collapse and volcanoes erupting. It was entertaining and allowd him to gain more power.
"What shall we do with the traitors, my Lord?" asked tall figure cloaked in black, his voice low.
"Burn them all. I want to see them get a glimpse of what awaits them in Hell." Chaos grinned maliciously, baring sharp teeth in glee.
"Master, what shall be done with the bodies?" He pasued at that question, thinking on it for a moment for waving his hand as if it was nothing.
"Do with them what you wish. I have no use for useless corpses." He walked away towards his castle.
"WAIT!" Chaos paused at the yell, blinking in confusion before turning to face one Mortal. He stood on wounded legs, trembling in pain and exhaustion from the battle had survived from.
"Oh look, a small roach has crawled out from amongst the maggots." Chaos smirked and his allies laughed mockingly. He took the time to look at the human that dared stand up to him. Average height and build, he was nothing special from what Chaos could observe. Merely a man with a sword and shield. But then, this little man wasn't like the others. He could see a certain fire within the man's eyes, a rage that could be seen as something admirable to him. Intriqued, he asked, "What is your name, Mortal?"
"Cravus, son of the House of Davon!"
"Hm, a strong name." He hummed approvingly, nodded before giving the man a mocking smile. "Well, Cravus Davon, you've come far and survived a massacre. I will hear what you have to say." Chaos waved a hand carelessly, causing a black stone throne to appear on top of the dead bodies behind him. He sat down gracefully, looking every bit of a powerful God. His allies stood around him, ready to kill if need be.
"I have watched you destroy my home, kill my family and now, the world I love! I will make you pay for this!" He cried out in rage, glaring menacingly at the Being that had practically destroyed his life, and so many others. He watched as the Being sat in his chair, looking bored with everything. "Why do want this world so much? Why destroy a world that you wish to rule?!" Chaos raised a dark brow at the question, finding the Mortal to be bothersome.
"Because I have the power to do it. And it is all because of you and your kind that I rule."
"What?!" Cravus' eyes widened in shock.
"Do you honestly believe that all of this power that I have comes from nothing? Do you Mortals assume that just because I am what I am, that I have to destroy this world? Since the moment I was created, I have thrived off of the mere thoughts of darkness and hate of your race. It is because of mankind that I am what I am this day. The fault of this war, this darkness and this... chaos, is because of the Mortals and thier primitive need for violence and discord. A small argument leads to choices that end with the final decision of war." Chaos chuckled at the devastated look on the man's face, finding it amusing.
"You are accusing mankind of all this bloodshed?!"
"I am not accusing at all, merely stating a truth that you do not wish to believe." He shrugged at the rage he could see in the Mortal's eyes. It was all the truth that he spoke, seeing no reason to lie about his existence, for he would never completely disappear. Since the beginning of Life, and the birth of darkness, evil and sin, Chaos had always been able to draw power from the darkness in each soul he encountered. There was darkness in every single soul, every creature on earth and Chaos was able to draw power from that little bit of darkness, not matter how small.
"No! You are the very essence of lies, deceit and betrayal!" Cravus screamed in fury, letting the anger, sadness and loss consume him. He had lost everything the mattered to him; his home, his family, his love and life. Now, he wanted vengence and he will get it. Chaos laughed, a crazed look in his demonic eyes as he could taste the darkness in the Mortal. It was exoctic and addictive, a feeling that Chaos would always crave and allowed his own darkness to latch onto Cravus Davon.
"Yesss..." Chaos hissed, licking his lips at the subtle taste he had drawn from the mortal. "Give it to me. Your rage, betrayal, the disgust you feel for me... Give me all of it! I want it all!" He laughed manically, high on the power he could feel surrounding him. His allies had backed away from him, fearing for their safety but remained close by to their leader.
Cravus charged forward, his broken sword raised high and gave a loud battle roar. Chaos laughed and rose to his feet, striding gracefully towards the man and his darkness, wanting it all for himself. What Chaos didn't know, was that Cravus Davon was of magical blood and had been from a family that specialised in Sealing and Barrier Magic. Cravus had planned that if he created the right formula for a spell to cast out anything, it would help humanity and save the world. But to be able to do this spell correctly, Cravus had to sacrifice his mind, magic and soul to bind Chaos completely and hopefully, cast off of earth. And so, he allowed himself to be consumed by darkness, while reciting the spell under his breath and went straight towards Chaos.
One of commanders gasped, sensing something wrong. "My Lord, stop! He's-"
But it was too late.
Chaos froze for a moment, frowning in genuine confusion over why the Mortal towards him, pierced his blade through his chest, and was now staring at him expectantly. A mere blade could not kill a Being, in fact nothing could kill a being. However, something felt different when he was stabbed.
"By the power of my Father, and his Father before. I, Cravus Davon, last of the Davon bloodline sacrfice my soul and magic to cast out this Bring of Darkness and Chaos! May my will be done and never unbound!"
Chaos shrieked in rage at the vow. He could feel something foreign latch onto him, pulling him and Cravus up into the sky. He resisted, thrashed and brutally attacked Cravus in the hope that with the Mortal's death, the spell would stop. However, his hopes meant nothing when he saw a ripple of time and space open above him and Cravus. Dread and terror started to fill up inside of Chaos, recognising the rip and where it leads to.
"No! I will not go there! I refuse to be condemned to nothing!" Chaos raged, eyes glowing and slitted at his bared his sharp teeth. He took a moment to exact revenge on his enemy and bit into Cravus' neck. He screamed in pain, blood spurting and running down from the open wound. Chaos ripped his mouth from the Mortal's neck, taking a chunk of flesh in his mouth. He spat out the flesh, disgusted at the mere taste.
"Brother!" Chaos snapped to the sound of a deep voice echoing around him. Red and silver eyes met bright silver, both gazing at each other in shock and realised terror.
"Brother, stop this!" He demanded of Death, his brother and most trusted. Having been born and rising through the Ages of Time, Chaos and Death were never apart and trusted no one other than each other. Death would keep Chaos alive, if Chaos gave his brother the souls he needed to stay powerful and eternal. They had been together, fought together, became the greatest together and now, that relationship, that love was being threatened by a Mortal who thought it right to cast Chaos, the brother of Death, out of existence.
"Brother, I cannot do anything. The Mortal's spell is unbreakable..." Death was beside him instantly, trying to find a way to free his brother. Chaos began to panic, dreading the thought of being sent to 'that place'. And as Chaos looked at a the smirking face of Cravus Davon, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop this. He was to be casted out to the one place where he feared most of all.
"Brother..." He turned to his brother, seeing Death looking anxious and fearful was something that intrigued and scared him. He had never known Death to fear anything, not even his own death, but now...
Death was afraid of losing his brother.
Chaos shook his head at his brother, resigned and defeated. Death muttered his protest, not accepting this. "Brother, let it be done. I will return, for I am a Being; we cannot be killed."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Cravus breathed in satisfaction and superiority, starting to fade as the blood loss took its affect on him. Chaos and Death turned to the Mortal, expressions filled with hate and fury. Chaos took hold of the man's neck, hand gripping tightly.
"Know this, Cravus Davon, I am Death and the crime you have committed against my brother allows me to pass judgement upon you here and now. Your soul will spend all eternity rotting in Hell, and will be broken and torn until the end of time. By the essence of my existence, and Judge of the Dead, the sentence be passed and executed." Death declared strongly. Chaos enjoyed watching the horror and fear play across the Mortal's face, snickering darkly in glee of how the situation turned.
"Enjoy living in Hell, Cravus Davon, I know that my brother will hold his promise when he says he'll make you suffer. And by extension, I have a little revenge of my own." Chaos raised a claw-like hand and rested it over the human's heart, eyes beginning to glow eerily. Chaos breathed deepily before reciting:
"Mortal Man in spirit of Brave,
I curse thee and thy line of blood.
Valiant and Just turn to early grave,
Hearts of Greatness rendered weak and ruined.
By my right and forever declared,
Death and pain will follow you forever.
May your name be damned and sneered,
By the Darkness' mighty power!"
And as Chaos began his curse, Cravus screamed in pain as he felt the burning sensation rip him apart from the inside. He felt his blood boil and bones break, sending him into a whole new world of pain and suffering. Cravus wasn't even aware of the mark being branded into his chest, magic and darkness colliding. It was the Mark of the Damned, a permanent reminded of the shame this one man had brought upon his family and his bloodline. His mark would be branded into his children, and their children, until the end of days. It was a horrifying sight to watch as the mark continued to form, the skin swelling and bleeding, but Death and Chaos merely gazed blankly at the slowly dying man that had caused all this fuss and trouble.
"Now you can die knowing that it is by your fault and mistake that your family will never know true peace and happiness."
Chaos and Cravus continued to lift up into the air, closer to the portal. And there was nothing Chaos or Death could do to stop it.
"Brother, I am... so sorry." Death breathed, expression hidden under the black hood his wore around him. Chaos turned to face him, lifting a clawed hand to stroke the side of his brother's face.
"Do not be disheartened, brother. I will return some day, even if thousands of years were to pass. Make them know fear, my brother. Show this world the consequences of facing us in battle. Tell my allies that this war is not over and never will be over! Tell them that I will return and reign Hell upon this world again!" Chaos yelled, staring intently into Death's eyes and saw the promise and acceptance of the task he had been given.
"I will find a way, brother. On my existence, I will find a way to bring you back." Chaos smiled gently at his precious one. Leaning over to wards the hooded face, Chaos pressed his lips against the smooth cold skin of Death. He whispered something softly in his ear before pulling back to give Death a lethal smile.
It wasn't long before Chaos and the corpse of Cravus Davon were pulled through the rip of time and space before disappearing into true darkness and left with nothing but knowing a small extent of existence.
He couldn't move, hear, see or feel anything... but he knew that he still existed.
That was Oblivion...
"...ster. Master!" Nottnaðr hissed, butting his large head against Hadrian's jaw. The action stirred Hadrian from his thoughts and looked to meet the concerned red gaze of his snake. Hadrian shook his head subtly before stroking the large serpent's head.
"My apologies, dear one. The past is really affecting me this day." Hadrian soothed his familiar before inwardly scolding himself at becoming easily distracted. He had to start training again, especially when his Darkness was urging him to release all the tension he was feeling at these times.
"Sonno." Hadrian called and a second later a tall, handsome Elf appeared. His dark hair was tied back, revealing his pointed ears, as well as wearing the Mortem House crest on his neatly pressed suit. His expression was neutral but held a spark of fierce loyalty whenever in the presence of his Master. He bowed deeply to Hadrian, gloved hand pressed over his heart.
"How may I serve you this day, Lord Master?" He spoke deeply with reverence, honored and ready to serve.
When Chaos had revived Mors Sanctuárium with all the servants, he had been enraged and disgusted at how his loyal servants had looked. When he had been alive and ruling, his servants had loyalty that could not be rivalled, and held the grace and speech of nobles, no matter their station. Though they were servants, their appearance and respect mattered to Chaos. In his opinion, the servants reflected upon the House and therefore, the servants were to look and be the best. When he looked into the history of the Elves, he had been appalled at the defiance of the race, feeling shameful at having once respected them for their grace, beauty and skills of strategy and fighting. Though amused at the Elves that were condemned to spend eternity in servitude, Chaos was frustrated at the other High Elves going into hiding, waiting for the right time to return. He would have to negotiate with them again, remind them of their allegiance to him and his power. But now, in times of dull and restriction upon the magical world, he would have to fix a lot of problems with his allies. Though he was the Being of Chaos and Destruction, he treated those that served him with respect and loyalty in return for their service. He may be dark and evil, but he gave consideration when it was due. And so, Chaos took action to call upon all of his servants and make them drink a drop of his blood and renew their vows to the Mortem House. Having added the power of Darkness, he applied a new curse upon the elves of his household. As long as they served him with unflinching loyalty and obeyed him without question, they would keep their appearances and powers. He was pleased to see that it had worked, all the servants had transformed into strong, powerful and elegant Elves like the elves they had defied.
"Prepare Training Room One with all weapons polished and ready." He ordered, firm and cold in his want for something.
"Right away Lord Master. Would Lord Master be wanting his training armor prepared?"
"Yes, if you please." Hadrian nodded to the bowing elf before he disappeared.
"Come, my dear one. Let us strengthen our defences and seek a kill worth our time." A blood-thirsty smile began to spread across Hadrian's face as he cooed at the black snake wrapped around him.
Lucius Malfoy was in Diagon Alley with his spouse, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and heir, Draco Malfoy walking behind him. Narcissa had expressed her desire to spend the day with Lucius and her son for the lack of not spending much time together as a family. And so, Lucius was obligated to spend time with his beautiful wife and son. And now, he was currently in Gringotts, waiting in the queue with Narcissa and Draco. It was quite dull and Lucius saw little benefits in this little outing. He inwardly sighed heavily, thinking of a way to convince Narcissa of going home, or at least letting him leave. His thoughts were cut short when he saw who had entered the bank and sneered.
Five children and two adults, all sharing features of messy red hair, freckles on their noses and second-hand robes. It was a pitiful sight that disgusted Lucius to no end and always wondered how such a family could be of pureblood. Only one name came to mind at the poor family that disgraced the Wizarding World.
Weasley.
Lucius couldn't fathom the likeness of any of them and wanted nothing more than to put them in place, as blood-traitors were always placed. With that thought in mind, he merely turned away at the family and continued to observe the room, aware of his son seeing the family and sneering just like he did.
"Well, I cannot even comprehend how you would enter Gringotts, Weasley." Draco spoke up, drawing the attention of said family. "Surely you couldn't have money inside of what poor vault you may have, let alone enough to buy anything from the stores in Diagon Alley." His reply was only a few of the Weasley's turning red, glaring hatefully at the other pureblood family.
"Shut up, Malfoy! Who would want to be a slimy spawn of a Death Eater anyway!" The youngest male Weasley yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the Malfoy heir.
"Why does it not surprise me that a Weasley has yet again been raised to act like a common street urchin, or even worse, a Muggle." Lucuis mocked, face turning up to look down upon the boy even more than he already did. "Really Arthur, I thought your third child would have been a sign to stop after the way they were raised. But judging by the way this... boy is responding, I say you wish to defy necessary reason."
Arthur glared, turning more red and slight shade of purple before going for his wand, intending on starting something that wouldn't finish.
"If this is the behaviour of all the pure-blood lords that reside within Britain, I have truly shamed myself in assuming that they would at least hold some form of civility, especially in the public eye." A cold and sharp voice sounded throughout the entire building, stopping anything and everything that moved. All attention turned towards the entrance of Gringotts, where their eyes widened at the sight before them.
A man of grace and nobility as he stood tall with broard shoulders and elegance that Lucuis appreciated. Long midnight black hair that like silk down the man's back and in front of his shoulders, Lucius wondered if he was a Black relative. But didn't think on it further as he saw the man's angelic features and magical power. It was addictive and intense that caused Lucius to feel on edge, yet more intrigued. From observing the man, it was clear he was a Lord of a Noble House, but to which one Lucius was unaware of. And as he continued to watch the man from a distance, he gasped slightly at the sight of the man's eyes. Never before had he seen such a brilliant liquid silver look so captivating, especially in a man's eyes. Noticing Narcissa was by his side and was watching the man as well, he could see that she too was curious about the man, and saw the interest in the eyes of other clients.
"This is no one else's business, so kindly stay out of it." Arthur sneered at the man, having come out of his daze and felt his confidence return to him. The man simply gazed at Arthur, his eyes narrowing slightly at the man's manners and tone, but said nothing. His silver eyes seemed to put Weasley on edge, if the man's fidgeting was anything to go by.
"I am well aware this little spat between two Lords, that clearly have a blood-feud between each other, is no business of mine. However, I would like to point out that you are currently in a highly respectful and secure building, while doing a poor job at displaying the proper decorum worthy of your family names. So, I will only say this once, pull yourselves together and at least attempt to act like proper gentleman, rather than common street Mundanes that start unnecessary fights and in therefore, bringing more shame to your names." Was the crisp and cold response, effectly bringing a halt to the start of a wizarding duel and adding more embarassment to the two men's behaviour.
Draco was in awe of the man, showing such power and diginity, it was a wonder just who this man was. And since Draco had been raised as a Malfoy, learning and knowing of the Malfoy's power and grace in the public eye was a given. Now, there was someone in front of him showing clear signs of high-class nobility.
"And who the hell are you?" The young Weasley boy demanded, glaring jealously at the clear show of wealth that the man was showing, with all of his high-class robes and Lordship rings.
The man merely sent a chilling glare at the boy, silencing him and making the boy tremble before turning to look stoically at Arthur, "If this is how you raise your children, I would advise in giving him lessons in manners, Lord Weasley. That is, if you ever hope for him to gain a career in life anywhere at all." The man mocked with a raised brow, before turning to the Malfoy's.
"Lord, Lady and Heir Malfoy, a pleasure to meet you. Though I had hoped it would have been under better circumstances." He nodded to Lucius before holding a black gloved hand in greeting. "Lord Arctus Mortem, Head of the Ancient and Royal House of Mortem. May Magic bless you and yours this day."
Lucius was stunned, not only by the man's apprearance and title, but by the greeting. This man was raised in the Old Ways, a rare and powerful way of teaching. And Lucius couldn't have been more thrilled about this, having already planned to arrange a meeting with the Mortem Lord after what had happened at the Ministry. The Ministry had been in an uproar at how Lord Mortem announced his return and claimed his Lordship. He had turned up at the Ministry and attended a private meeting with the Minister, Cornelius Fudge. Lucius had no idea what had happened at the meeting and was not told anything by Fudge, merely saw the expression on the man's face. He didn't know if he should have been wary, or impressed. From what he had gathered from the rumors, Lord Mortem had told Minister Fudge that the Ministry could not and would not be able to interfere with the Mortem family affairs whatsoever. According to a Law Act that was passed in the 1600's, the Ministry was not to have anything to do with the Mortem family or their affairs at any time and should any members of the Mortem family be accused of any criminal offense, it would be resolved inside of the Mortem House. It awed Lucius that such an Act had been passed at all, but found out that the Act had only been passed due to the amount of Life Debts that had been owed to the Mortem Head at the time. He stepped forward and shook Lord Mortem strong slender hand, feeling the magic around him and his skin couldn't help but tingle at the feeling.
"The pleasure is all mine, Lord Mortem. Please, call me Lucius, and this is my wife, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and my son, Draco Lucius Malfoy." He beckoned his family over while greeting them. Narcissa stepping forward with a polite smile on her beautiful face. Lord Mortem took her hand gently, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles.
"A pleasure." He nodded respectfully, before turning to meet the young Malfoy's eyes. Gleaming silver and gray blue met, colliding and searched for something. "Young Draco, a pleasure. I have a son about your age." He informed, and saw how the boy's eyes light up at the thought of having a new friend from a powerful family.
"What brings you to Diagon Alley, Lord Mortem?" Lucuis enquired, eyes searching those beautiful silver eyes.
"I was merely browsing, but now that you have asked, I would like to personally invite you to a Welcoming Ball that I am currently holding in two days. A lot of people from prominent families, mostly Ancient and Noble Houses from all over the world, will be attending." Lord Mortem handed Lucius a finely made invitation, the time and date listed.
"I would be delighted, as will my family." Lucius smirked at the man, eyes gleaming with amusement and pleasure at being invited. He couldn't help but shoot a smug smirk at the Weasley's who were quickly turning red at the what was happening.
"Excellent, I will be sure to list your attendance. It is a formal occasion, so please do look your best." Lucius nodded in response before shaking Lord Mortem's hand again. Lord Mortem reluctantly turned to Arthur Weasley and his family.
"After having met you and your family, Lord Weasley, I had contemplated on what I wish to do in regards to inviting you as well. I will invite you, however I ask that if you choose to accept my invite, that you supervise your children and advise them that if I see any misbehaviour, I can assure you that the consequences will not be to your liking." A warning glare at Arthur was enough to make the man nod rapidly in agreement before being handed an invitation. "I expect the utmost care and proper noble lords to be present, showing all the respect that is to be given. You will find that my home is not something to be slandered at nor disgraced upon her grounds. Am I perfectly clear?" Lord Mortem was a man that didn't tolerate any form of disrespect or irresponsibility, and to show such in his presence was getting beaten for the asking.
"Perfectly clear, Lord Mortem." Arthur replied breathlessly, hands beginning to shake. His face was slightly red from the glares of Lucius and Lord Mortem, as well as the goblins that had been watching the confrontation with narrowed eyes.
"Absolutely, Lord Mortem. We shall see you in two days." Lucius nodded, eyes staring intently at the man.
"Father, there you are." A soft musical voice echoed from behind Lord Mortem, and all attention in the bank turned to stare in awe and wonder at the most beautiful child that was ever seen.
Like Lord Mortem, the child held a dark aura around him. Beauty beyond measure, it was apparent that the boy held qualities similar to Veela and Vampire allure and grace, yet also had a dark aura. The Malfoy's were in silent awe of the boy's magic. It was so potent and intoxicating, like nothing they've ever felt. Though, if Lucius had to compare the boy's magic with another, only one man came to his mind and held back shudder. This boy looked so much like Lord Arctus, the only difference being that the child's eyes were a glowing bright green. This child, Lucius mused, was the embodiment of the perfect pure blood heir, a fine and powerful child worthy to take over his father's house and title. Lucius was very pleased to see that Draco seemed to stand straighter, as if to make him appear more important than he usually would be when in public.
"Hadrian, been waiting long?" Lord Arctus asked softly, maintaining a firm hold of his pureblood mask, though softening his voice and eyes upon seeing his son.
"No, Father, I was just feeding Nottnaðr. He's been craving for rats more so than usual these days." Hadrian replied, stroking the head of a large black viper that was wrapped around his shoulders. It was clear that the snake was large and heavy, but the boy didn't seem uncomfortable with the snake, but was actually enjoying the reptiles presence.
"Ah, that would explain his sudden growth." Arctus smirked when the snake hissed menacingly at him, fangs bared in warning. "But enough of that, come, I wish for you to meet the Malfoys." He gestured for the boy to approach, and was proud to see the interested gleam in Hadrian's eyes when looking at the three pure-bloods. He gently placed a hand on Hadrian's shoulder, smiling thinly at the Malfoy's who stared at the boy in silent awe, particularly from the Malfoy scion.
"Greetings, I am Hadrian Dux Mortem, heir to the Royal and Ancient House of Mortem. May Magic bless you this day." Hadrian spoke with a musical soft voice, a small pleasant smile on his face and gave a small half bow to the Malfoy's. A perfect greeting from a pure-blood heir such as Mortem, and showed proper ettiquette. It was very admirable, Lucius had to admit when he saw the child and it only furthered his goal in wanting to create an alliance with the Mortem House.
"A pleasure to meet you, Hadrian." Lucius nodded to the boy, admiring the way the child was standing calmly with confidence while leisurely stroking the large snake around him. However, there was something about the boy that didn't gave Lucius an uneasy feeling. Those green eyes held knowledge, as if they knew everything there was to know. One look into the boy's eyes and it was as if he could see all your dark secrets, your misdeeds, your sins and the dirt that lay within your mind.
'This child is something else... Something powerful and very dark.' And when those thoughts gave way, Lucius watched as a small almost unnoticeable dark smirk and certain gleam enter the boy's eyes. It was confirmation of his thoughts, and it shook Lucius to the core. But it wasn't just the child before him that was unsettling Lucius' nerves, it was Arctus as well. He had this certain magical aura around that was just more than dark, it was cold and far too controlled. There was something more to them than what he was seeing in front of him. But before he could contemplate more on the Mortem's, he watched as Hadrian turned to Draco, seeing the awed expressed through the blank and superior demeanor of the boy.
"Hello," Hadrian greeted politely, nodding his head and began to assess the boy and his worth. 'Hm, seems I have found a new toy. The possibilities would work when I mold him into one of my commanders. This boy looks to be a good leader, with the right training.' Hadrian allowed a small smirk as he watched the boy offer his hand to him, showing a formal understanding and acquaintance.
"Draco Malfoy." The boy, now Draco, shook Hadrian's hand firmly and had unknowningly sealed his fate. His ties with the future ruler of both the Magical World and the Mundane World, would eternally bind him to Lord Emperor Chaos; Being of Destruction and Darkness.
"A pleasure, Draco." Hadrian spoke silkily, well aware of the calculating looks he was receiving from the Malfoy Lord and Lady, and his shadow double, Arctus. "I do hope we can be great... friends." And from inside the mind of Hadrian, Chaos laughed viciously at the possibilities now that he a Malfoy, a former descendant of one his most powerful guards, under his control.
Hadrian was charming, lovely and very noble. It was rare to come across children that had been raised and taught the Old Ways of Magic, yet here was this beautiful child from an old and pure bloodline. It was rare to see such a child born from a prominent family. And Hadrian couldn't be more thrilled that he would be at the center of it all. With the gathering of all the pure-bloods and magical creature leaders, Hadrian would start by making sure that those Heads and Leaders of powerful clans would meet with him and be mindful of what the future head, to a certain extent.
'But I would have to be careful.' He would have to take it slow and build a certain amount of trust with each Clan Leader and Head of House he would schedule to meet before getting ahead of himself. 'Not to mention, what better way of gaining loyalty and trust from the Heads, than going through to their children?' And Draco Malfoy would be the perfect example and test in achieving such a task.
Hadrian turned to face the other family that Arctus had invited, only to wipe the smile from his face. His expression turned blank and emotionless at the mere sight of the Weasley family. The only interest that seemed to spark in his green eyes were the eyes of the red headed twins. It wasn't often that twins were born into pure blood families, especially when these twins had a few special abilities. Hadrian stare at the curiously for a moment, blinking in subtle shock as he sense a great amount of dark grey magic. Not to mention, as he looked into the Weasley twin's eyes, he could see the mischief and the mayhem that they wish to cause upon those around them. Chaos grinned evilly inside, chuckling at the two that would serve under him and cause the most dangerous and unrestrained chaos upon the world. If given the right offer, they would become two of his most powerful commanders.
He nodded to them, causing both twins to blink in confusion, before Hadrian caught a glimpse of the young Weasley girl. He could practically feel the awe coming from her, her dull brown eyes watching him with interest and wonderment. He felt a little sick and shuddered inwardly. 'Another person I will have to eliminate as soon as possible.' Hadrian made a mental note of the girl, his Chaos persona adding another dark tally to the board of people to kill in the future.
He turned his gaze to Arthur Weasley, seeing the man flinch slightly at the mere sight of his piercing green eyes on him. "Greetings Lord Weasley, may Magic bless you and yours." Hadrian spoke blankly, not bothering to smile or show any sense of welcoming to the man and his family.
"Pleasure, young Hadrian." Arthur nodded to the boy, being mindful to use his manners and showing the proper respect for Hadrian as he was the heir to the Mortem family.
"Lord and Heir Mortem, how may Gringotts help you today?" Spoke a loud and commanding voice that drew all attention. Each Goblin rose from their positions inside of the bank and crossed their right arms over their chests; a sign of respect in the presence of their Lord and Leader. Lord Ragnok, Manager and Head Goblin at Gringotts walked forward with two warrior goblins behind him.
"Ah, Lord Ragnok, may your gold flourish and your enemies bleed rivers at your feet." Lord Mortem bowed respectfully with his son at his side, earning the immediate respect from the goblin race.
Lord Ragnok returned the bow slightly, a sign or mutual alliance and respect between the two clans. This action immediately drew all eyes on to the Mortem Lord and Heir, calculating and shocked at what they had accomplished. It wasn't everyday that wizards gained the alliance and truce of the Goblin race. As it was known throughout the Wizarding World the Goblin race made no allies of the wizards, given the prejudice and laws against magical creatures. And now, here was a family that had gained the very same alliance with a race known for its power and security.
Lucius was shocked to say the least, having never thought it possible to gain the alliance of the Goblins. They were a race that were strict on protecting what was theirs and had made it very clear that they couldn't care less about the issues or affairs of wizards. War could break out between Light and Dark wizards and the Goblins would merely watch it all fall apart. But the Mortems had accomplished the impossible.
'This goes beyond merely alliances... They have insured their safety for the rest of their lives. No one would be able to touch them...' Lucius met the bright green eyes of Hadrian Mortem, seeing the potential to rule and become a force like no other. 'It's like he's...' Lucius eyes widened in shock as realisation sinked in and it was confirmed when he saw the predatory smirk spreading across the Mortem Heirs face, hidden from the view of others around him save for a select few.
"Lord Ragnok, I would like to speak with you in regards to certain matters that have been brought to my attention." Arctus informed the Goblin Leader who nodded to him and gestured for him to follow. "Hadrian, pelase wait outside if you will. Do not wander off." It was a subtle order spoken gently with the firm voice of a father. Hadrian nodded and turned to sit in one of the many waiting chairs, gently stroking the scales of his large snake.
Lucius, seeing the opportune moment, gentle puched his son in the young Mortem's direction. Draco walked forward, only to stop when the saw the disgraceful Ronald Weasley stomping towards Hadrian Mortem, his little sister Ginny close behind. Hadrian glanced in their direction, but merely turned away and focused on his snake that started to hiss and bare its fangs at the approaching red heads.
"Think you're so high and mighty just because you have money." Weasley scoffed, "You're nothing more than a slimy snake and Death Eater spawn!"
"Ron, no!" Ginny gasped, eyes wide at the mere uncouth behaviour her brother was displaying. She had been entranced by the boy's beauty and power that she had lost focus on what she was doing.
It was in that moment that everything went quiet, far too quiet for anyone's liking. Weasley turned and looked around to see his family staring at him in horror and shock at his stupidity. Arthur had gone pale with dread at the thought of what punishment awaited for him and his family, but prayed for leniency. The goblins in the bank had all turned to glare at the red headed boy that dared to insult an ally of their race. Once an ally of the Goblin race, always an ally and whatever business that ally has, is now the business of the goblins.
"Lord Weasley," Hadrian addressed softly with a threatening undertone, his voice being heard by all in Gringotts. "Consider your invitation void. Your family is not welcomed into the house of Mortem due to the actions of one of your own. Your son is a reflection upon your house and name. I have to say that I thought you would have taught your son tact and common sense at the very least. Clearly, my father and I were asking too much of you." He mocked the Weasley's and could see them turn red in humiliation. As the words were spoken, the invitation in Arthur Weasley's hands burst into flames till only ash fell to the stone floor. "In addition, your son has insulted the honour of the Mortem House, I do wonder what the public will think about that?" Hadrian smirked before looking around him to see a few other people inside of the bank and the goblins watching the entire conversation.
Ron Weasley had turned completely red at his actions, not having thought through his actions and just wanting to put the Mortem heir in his place. He wanted what this boy had in life, and had allowed his jealously and anger to cloud his common sense. Now, he had to suffer the actions of his consequences by the hand of both his family and that of the Mortem Family.
"Oh, I am sure that they would have a field day about this." Draco mused with a nasty smile on his lips. His silver eyes gleamed as he stood by Hadrian's side, looking as if he belonged there.
"Perhaps I should ask my father if I could schedule a private interview with Rita Skeeter. I am sure she would be thrilled to write a story such as this for the Daily Prophet." Hadrian smiled sweetly, his eyes showing malicious intent. It caused a nervous and dreadful feeling to build inside of Ron, and a few others that watched the scene.
"Ronald Weasley, you will apologise for your poor behaviour this instant!" The Weasley Matriarch screeched at her son, face red with embarassment and shame. It was bad enough that they were poor ever since the complete scandal their ancestor created against the Malfoy House, resulting in the current poor financial struggle the Weasley family was having. And now to have threats be made against them by the Mortem Heir, it was a sure sign that should it end with a House Feud between the two families, the Weasley's wouldn't last the year.
Ron, who was now being subjected to the glares and judging eyes of the goblins, the Malfoy's and other shoppers of Diagon Alley, had quickly turned pale at his mother's enraged voice. He turned to Hadrian, who was still sitting before him, hand stroking the large reptile around him casually. His green eyes were glimmering with smugness and held this knowledge that wasn't suppose to be there. Ron may be seen as a boy who was jealous and big headed, but he wasn't completely stupid enough to not know when he was beaten at a fight, be it physical or verbal. And now, he stood in Gringotts looking like a complete idiot and had humiliated the entire Weasley family with only a few words that were spoken to the wrong person. he really needed to learn a few lessons in life if he ever wished to survive in life.
"I'm sorry..." He muttered reluctantly, his head bowed low and his ears red with embarrassment and anger.
"A true disgrace of a pure-blood child, Lord Weasley. My advice to you is to teach him tact and manners. I would suggest that you do it fast, Lord Weasley." A cold hiss spoke from behind them and soon Lord Arctus Mortem had returned, expression hard and deadly. "As my son said, consider my invitation to you and yours nullified after this show of blatant disrepect to my son and House." Arctus hissed at Arthur who was pale and perspirating quickly.
"Yes, Lord Mortem. I do apologise for Ronald's behaviour. He will be punished dearly for this." Arthur glared at his son who flinched and looked down again in shame.
"Be extremely thankful that I don't declare a Feud between our Houses, Lord Weasley. Because I can assure you that should further insult be dealt by one of your own upon my son or my name, I can promise you that I will drain you dry of every little bit of land that you own. No matter how small and poor it may be." The threat was clear to anyone who heard and a promise that would be upheld and carried out should anything happen.
"Yes, Lord Mortem." Arthur nodded deeply to Lord Arctus and quickly gathered his family to leave Gringotts, thinking of leaving his business with the bank for another day.
Hadrian approached his father with Draco following behind. Having reached his father's side he looked up innocently at the man that seemed to stare back sliently. He sighed and raised a hand to run his fingers through his son's hair affectionately. Hadrian smiled softly at his father, knowing that the man must have been worried for no reason. Arctus merely looked to Lucius and nodded to him before turning to sneer nastily at the Weasley, particularly at Arthur and Molly.
"I do not want to see you or any of your ilk anytime soon, Weasley. Because the next time something like this occurs, I will not be so kind." He warned before leading his son out Gringotts, the goblins bowing slightly in farewell to their most respected and valued clients. Lucius spared a smirk in Arthur Weasley's direction before leading his family out of Gringotts, deciding to wait on dealing with business elsewhere.
'Seems like things are going to get very interesting from now on.' Draco Malfoy had no idea how true that statement was.
Translations:
Dux - Leader
Mortem - Death
Nottnaðr - Night Serpent
Mors Sanctuárium - Sanctuary of Death
Arctus - Night
Vis - Strength
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