Chapter 01, The spirit of Darkness

Lord Voldemort sat at a desk, going through various reports from his death eaters. He sighed loudly, and wish he had servants to do this kind of work, but knew that his plans for world domination and pure blood supremacy were tasks only he could perform. It was true that he did have many faithful followers such as the Lestrange's, but only Bellatrix had the intelligence to manage an army such as his, and she was abroad securing followers from other parts of the United Kingdom.

As he read a missive from one of his most valuable spies [Severus Snape], there came a knock at the door to his chambers.

"Enter," he said in a high and cold sibilance.

"Master, I come to beg admittance for a spirit who wishes an alliance," groveled a death eater.

"Really, and what is your name servant. There are so many of you, that I sometimes have a hard time keeping track."

"Master ... My name is ... Evan ... Evan Travurs," said the tall man bowing still lower. "I am most honored to be asked my lord."

" Well Travurs, I do appreciate you bringing this to my attention. Would this spirit be with you?" asked Voldemort.

"Oh yes master. I asked him to please wait until you were unoccupied. Shall I send him in my lord?"

"You may. And Travurs, if this works out well and we do ally ourselves, you will be rewarded."

"Thank you, my lord," said Travurs, bending to kiss the dark lord's robes. "I ask nothing, if only to do your bidding."

"You have done well Travurs. Now go, and send in our guest."

"At once my lord," said Travurs scuttling out of the chamber.

Voldemort wasn't kept waiting long before a ball of black energy shot in to the chamber. This spirit was so dark, that the torches around the room sputtered and died within seconds of its entrance.

"Might I know your name spirit?" asked Voldemort politely.

"I am Vaatu, spirit of all darkness. I've come with a warning, and possibly a gift of unimaginable power," said Vaatu, taking a vaguely human shape.

Voldemort shuttered, which didn't happen that often. The voice was deep, cold, and powerful. Voldemort knew that only power would be respected by Vaatu, not politeness. "Very well, go on."

"I come from another world that is now destroyed. In this world, there is a separation between the living and spirit worlds, much like this one. However, there is also balance, and I am always at war with a light spirit named Raava. Raava in my old world and now in yours chose and has chosen to bond with a worthless human to create an avatar of light, whose job it is to bring balance to the world. This bond will give the human the ability to command the elements using arts that are called bending. However, our world was destroyed by her avatar of light, and she decided to help another world achieve balance. She is here now, and has bonded with a new human to create an avatar."

"I will assume then that part of rebalancing this world will include destroying me?" asked Voldemort.

"Exactly. However, I can help you. If you could find a way to bond with me, I could make you a powerful avatar, an avatar of darkness. This would allow you to battle and possibly defeat the light, and rule the world in whatever way you see fit."

"What would you get out of it then? Asked Voldemort"

"My only goal is to bring complete and utter darkness. I feel that with your help, I could achieve this. Besides these powers, I've been researching ways to keep a human from dyeing, and I've been told immortality is one goal you seek above all others."

"How would we go about bonding?" asked Voldemort.

Vaatu seemed to retreat slightly. "This will be the part you won't like," he said. "Do you know of a prophecy that speaks of a vanquisher?"

"I do, but only what I think is the first part of it," replied Voldemort. "Why?"

"If say you were to find the vanquisher, and be lost, I would be able to use an art called spirit bending to stop your soul from leaving this plane, and entering the spirit world. Doing this would allow you to bond."

"This bending, is it like our magic?" asked Voldemort. He always did like to learn, and graduated from Hogwarts with top grades. He was never satisfied with learning standard types of magics though, and ever since leaving the school was on the lookout for new and powerful spells and enchantments that would add to his already formidable power.

"Yes and no. The focused magic you humans perform is an art we call energybending. I've also sensed that you do have the ability to control one of the four classic elements. If we were to bond, I could unlock the ability to bend the other three, which would put you on the same level as Raava and her pathetic avatar."

"Very well, we will have an agreement. I will be a host for your spirit when we bond. You will bond with me when the opportunity comes, and teach me to bend the elements. For this to work, you must accompany me where ever I go invisibly if you are able to. Do you agree?"

"I do," replied Vaatu.

"You do, what?" asked Voldemort who had decided that his patients with this spirit's disrespect was now at an end.

"I do so agree my lord," said Vaatu somewhat reluctantly.

"Very good. You need more than I do Vaatu, and I will have your respect," said Voldemort. "you may begin instructing me in bending immediately."

"As you wish my lord," said Vaatu.

Voldemort used his wand at that point to summon a servant, and it was Travurs that entered and bowed.

"How can I serve master?" he asked.

"You have done well dear Evan. Give me your mask."

Travurs quickly unmasked and handed it to his lord.

Voldemort tapped it with his wand, and changed it from it's black to a bone white.

"You are now inner circle Evan, I'm sure you know what this means?" asked Voldemort softly.

"Master ... I ... I am unworthy," cried Travurs dropping to his belly and kissing the dark lord's robes once again.

"No Evan, you have brought me a powerful new servant, and for that, you have Lord Voldemort's gratitude."

"My lord is wise and kind. Thank you, my lord, I hope to rise to greater heights under your leadership," said Travurs rising to his knees.

"Your first command is to bare your mark, it is time for a full meeting for all."

Travurs quickly slid the sleeve up on his left arm to reveal a taut of a skull with a snake in its mouth.

Voldemort quickly pressed his finger against the mark sending out a pulse of magical communication to his followers.

Travurs winced in pane, but stayed still. He knew that his master's will was more important than his own comfort.

"It is time," said Voldemort. "It is time to introduce our new ally."