Chapter 14


Christmas Eve, 2006, Eleven PM

Underworld

"You say you know where the Helm of Darkness is?

Dionysus nodded.

"Yes, Uncle. And I can bring it back to you before daybreak. In exchange, I just need two favors. First, I want you to swear that neither you nor your subordinates will take any action, directly or indirectly, against me, my subordinates or my children for the next thirteen years. Second... I want you to close your eyes for about an hour..."

The god of the Underworld twirled his wine in his glass. For his symbol of Power, he did not really have a choice.

"Very well. By your terms. I swear it on the Styx".


Christmas Eve, 2006, Midnight

Underworld

Dionysos smiled, and the tortured man could not help but let a small shudder escape. That smile was too enhoutsiastic. Especially since the one smiling at him was the god of madness.

"Hello, Prometheus. I came to bargain".

Prometheus eyed the god warily. Dionysus was far from being the most powerful Olympian, but the titan of intelligence had, unlike most other immortals, not forgotten who Dionysus was.

The only demigod to become an Olympian. A demigod who had dared to slaughter the armies of the Indian gods in India! And lived to tell the tale! Who had subdued the queen of the Amazons! Who converted devotees of the Hindu Pantheon to his own religion! Who had traversed the Near East like a comet, creating and destroying everything in his path!

A god that, even if he had himself forgotten, had Indians roots !

A god that literally had the domain of limit-breaking !

Promotheus was not afraid of Zeus. He was not afraid of Kronos. Hell, he was not afraid of most figures from other pantheons. But he was terrified of Dionysos - not for what he was, but for who he had the potential to become. And to see that the god in front of him was no longer the harmless old alcoholic he'd been for years? To see his smile, his crimson toga, his glistening muscles and his eyes shining with madness and humor?

This...changed things for Kronos' plan. And for himself. A lot of things. Perhaps he could convince the god of wine to remain neutral? Or to join them? Dionysus looked at him and a drop of sweat beaded down his cheek. Prometheus tried not to gulp, and casually continued the conversation.

"Oh? What could an Olympian want with a bound, useless, prisoner?"

Dionysos smiled.

"I did not come here as an Olympian".

A gleam of interest lit up in the titan's eye. Oh? So the son of Zeus wasn't his father's attack dog? Interesting.

"The king of the titans is slowly awakening. And you're thinking of lending him your help."

"Ah, so you've come here in the hope of dissuading me? I'm afraid it's all in vain: I'm a prisoner, and, if your grandfather woke up, I wouldn't be much help to him, tied up as I am. No need to worry about little old me".

Dionysos scoffed.

"Let's not waste time. I know that Luke, son of Hermes, has already come to negotiate your release in exchange for your services to the King of the Titans". Dionysus reassured the titan when he saw the worried look on his face: "Don't worry, my father doesn't know about the hero's betrayal".

The god of wine continued.

"I've come with a counter-proposal. I know you remained neutral during the last war, and I think that's one of the explanations for the defeat of the titans. Just as the immortals don't remember who I am, thinking of me as a useless lardass, they forgot who you are".

"You are Prometheus. Titan of Forethought, Fire, and Crafty Counsel. The Champion of Mankind. The Creator of Humanity. The Author of Human Arts and Sciences. Prometheus, the Fire-Bringer. The First Poet".

With each word, Prometheus straightened up, held himself prouder. His eyes lit up with renewed fury. A god as powerful as Dionysus remembered his every deed - and felt the god's raw respect for him.

"We have a lot in common, my brother. Follow me. Become my King of Spades, the King of Freedom. and I'll break your chains, so that together, we can break the shackles that restrain creation and mankind. All. The. Shackles."


4th of January 2007

Malfoy Manor

"You...Elf! Stop it right now!" Lucius Malfoy ordered.

"Fuck you! And after, I'll shit in your mother's cunt! And eat all the candies" yelled Dobby, before summoning a wall of knives and hurling them with one spell towards his former master - who managed to protect himself in extremis by casting a Protego.

"Dobby. Is. Free" and the elf howled, summoning flames that enveloped Lucius Malfoy.

Ehe. Pray Dionysos! The God that had freed the elves, and shown to them how to develop their own magic instead of being dependents of the Wizards to stay alive!

Now, he had to find the little shit Draco and drown him in his own pee.


7th of January 2007

Azkabans

"Ma…Master? You came for me?", asked Bellatrix Lestrange, née Black.

"No, it is not you Master. It is I, Dio!"

The Dementors screamed. Fucking aberrations. Uriel will be happy he made them disappear. Well, he hoped.


24th February 2007

Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore gazed pensively across Black Lake from his elevated perch in the jury chair. A wry smile played on his lips as he reflected on his cunning manipulation of Dio, persuading the fool to become Luna Lovegood's hostage for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament. To his surprise, Lord Ravenclaw and the eccentric Lovegood had formed an unlikely friendship, often engaging in leisurely activities like lakeside picnics and strolls through the forbidden forest.

Observing their camaraderie, Dumbledore couldn't shake the feeling of disdain towards Lord Ravenclaw. Deep down, he harbored a hope that the enigmatic figure would meet an unfortunate end at the hands of the forest's perilous inhabitants. Dumbledore's Machiavellian tendencies had previously led him to attempt Lord Ravenclaw's demise by poisoning, a sinister plot kept well-hidden from Dio's oblivious awareness. The castle was indispensable to Dumbledore's grand design, strategically positioned atop a Ley Line assembly crucial for his impending ritual. Hogwarts, with his access to the Ley lines, held the key to summoning the demon Mephisto Pheles. In his twisted plan, Dumbledore aimed to wield the power of the Elder Wand to subdue the formidable entity and claim mastery over the demon, paving the way for his pursuit of true immortality. AhahahAHHAAH

"Are you Okey, Albus? Why are you laughing", asked Madame Maxime, while eating a purple ice cream…shaped like a Penis. What ?


24th February 2007

Black Lake

"Aha, did you watch her swim? She does not know how to swim! It is like, super-duper not good! Like, really, really not good at all! Was! She sucks"

Fleur grumbled as all the fish men started booing her. The hostages were supposed to be asleep, damn it! Then why was Lord Ravenclaw awake! And why the hell was he laughing at her."

"Booooo! She sucks! And I heard that she sucks super well"

She tried to cast a spell on Dio as she reddened - from anger or happiness at being complimented, nobody knew-, but it bounced off his head before it even hit him. And Rowena's descendant continued to mock him.

Then Luna, who was still chatting with some weed on the shore, decided it was time to go and retrieve her friend. As she dipped a foot into the water, the Black Lake split in two, Moses-style, as if the waters were desperate to avoid being touched by Luna. The little girl set off to walk back to Dionysus, while Fleur, trapped in the water, watched helplessly as Luna freed her hostage.

"Dio was right. You suck", added the petite blonde girl.

"AND LUNA FREED HER OSTAGE! MEANWHILE, FLEUR IS DOING NOTHING! SHE IS SUCH A LOSER!", screamed Hodge, the new commentator, as the crowd started booing her, too.

Fuck. She hated England. Fortunately, she would soon be exiling herself, her family and the other French Veelas to the United States. She was eager to reconnect with her origins. And she was so looking forward to meeting the god Angèle had told her about! He seemed so mysterious and sexy! Not like that Dio guy…


30th March 2007

Black Family ancestral home

Harry felt squeezed, and he opened his eyes. Reaching for his wand as fast as he could...ah, it was behind his pillow! Crap! Was this a Voldemort trap?

"Harry!" someone exclaimed, and the young man felt himself enveloped in a big hug.

"Who…Sirius?" Harry mumbled, taking in the spectacle.

The room was a chaotic mishmash of absurdity. Clowns juggled things Harry was sure weren't meant to be juggled, a house-elf twerked on an aquarium as if it were a dance floor, and a spider bigger than himself - with a monocle - was drinking tea.

As Harry fumbled for his glasses in the pocket of his pajamas, he uncovered the pièce de résistance: Sirius wore trousers covered in polka dots that seemed to be engaged in a psychedelic dance-off, a shirt that had clearly declared war on color coordination, and a bowtie that could probably be seen from space. But the crowning glory was his hat – a towering masterpiece that defied the laws of gravity, adorned with feathers, trinkets, and bells that jingled louder than a herd of stampeding hippogriffs.

"Welcome to 12 Grimaud Place!" Sirius announced theatrically, waving his arms like a maestro directing a particularly chaotic orchestra. "My old family house and…The new Temple of Dionysos!"

He twirled on himself

"Aha! Look at my new High-Priest outfit!"

Maybe, juste maybe, the dementors had had an effect.

"Ah, here you are!"

Harry turned around and found himself, somewhat bewildered, in the presence of Lord Ravenclaw, who was inexplicably in his boxers and perspiring a bit. Behind him, a disheveled and equally undressed woman followed, hastily wrapping herself in a bedsheet, as if they'd been rudely interrupted mid-act. Harry might have blushed if he hadn't immediately recognized the woman...

"B... B... Bellatrix Lestrange."

"No, Sweetie", she answered. Harry calmed immediately. Of course, there was no way Bellatrix Lestrange was here! With Sirius seeming happy to see her! And not in Azkaban. He ju..

"I'm Bellatrix Black, now! I've divorced. Well, I'm a widow!"

He spilled the tea the nice gentlespider had juste given him. Too bad, it was very nice tea.

"Sirius! There is…In your living room".

Sirius beamed at him. "But Harry, of course not! It's not the living room; it's the boudoir!"

Harry concluded that he was most likely in the middle of a bizarre dream.

Then, to Harry's utter astonishment, Dio reached out and touched his lightning-shaped scar. Dark fumes curled out of it, emitting eerie screams. Dio deftly captured the ominous vapors in his hands, giving them a firm squeeze. When he opened his hands again, the dark fumes were gone. Then, Lord Ravenclaw approached Harry and touched him as well.

Suddenly, Harry found himself waking up in his bed at Hogwarts.

"Uh…What a strange dream…Well, let's go back to sleep".

And he had one of the nicest night of his life.


24th June 2007

Hogwarts

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, WELCOME TO THE THIRD AND FINAL TASK", bellowed Hodge, while everyone cheered.

Dumbledore, seated in the bleachers, watched the scene a little perturbed. What was going on? But as he no longer had access to the Hogwarts Wards, he couldn't analyze the entire scene. On the jury table, Griselda Marchbanks, the old lady, was doing a strip tease, and Barty Crouch Senior seemed to be enjoying it. Cheerleaders had mysteriously appeared, singing Dio's praises, while some parents of students had started fucking in the stands. Was that…Sirius? What was he doing here?

"AS VITORC RUMK HAS PASSED AWAY AND THE BEAUTIFUL AND NASTY FLOWER HAS MOVED TO THE UNITED STATES, THE VICTORY OF THE THREE WIZARDS TOURNAMENT GOES TO LUNA LOVEGOOD! BUT APPARENTLY THE LITTLE ONE STILL WANTED TO PLAY IN THE MAZE", screamed Hodge.

Luna entered the labyrinth whistling, and the monsters, sphinxes and other acromantulas screamed in terror as they tried to escape.


24th June 2007

Voldemort erupted in laughter as he emerged triumphantly from his cauldron. On the opposite side, Barty Crouch Jr and Wormtail knelt before him. With a malicious grin, he kicked Wormtail in appreciation for handing him his wand.

"Barty, my loyal servant," Voldemort declared, his red eyes gleaming. Moody's impersonator had orchestrated a stroke of genius. Rather than delving into a convoluted scheme, he had simply requested all the students for a bit of blood under the guise of a class on "protection from curses." While most purebloods had hesitated, cautious of the potential dangers, Harry, unaware of the true nature, had unsuspectingly agreed. The following day, Barty vanished, reuniting with his dark master. And now, he was back.

"DERESHISHISHI"

Mmmmh...He had to improve his evil laugh. Further practice would be needed. He grabbed Wormtail's arm and summoned his Death Eaters. One by one, they began to appear in the cemetery. Mmmh...Lucius was dead, apparently. Anyway... There were about twenty-two of them now...and...What? Wasn't she supposed to be in Azkaban?

Naked save for a pair of dungarees far too baggy for her and a beret, Bellatrix had just appeared in front of them.

"Bellatrix?", asked Snape, bewildered. He hadn't heard anything about an escape.

"Yep! That's me! Daddy Dio told me to answer the call! So I came," she replied with a petulant tone.

What?

"It is Me, DIO," a voice rang out, and a wave of shock went through the entire graveyard. One of the more fearful mangemorts tried to apparate away, but failed.

"Ah, so it's you! The famous Lord Ravenclaw! I've..." Voldemort was interrupted when, with a wave of his hand, Dionysus blasted him several meters away.

"Shut up, third-rate waste. It was just easier to let you be reborn than to track down one by one all the Death-Eaters for my little ritual...", insulted Dio.

"Yay! A ritual! So I can get stronger and serve Daddy Dio as Queen of Hearts! Youpii", Bellatrix childishly jumped in the air.

"Don't forget, Bella. If you don't have the strongest will amongst the Death Eaters, you'll die!"

"What do you mean, a ritual?" asked Voldemort, but Dio made a gesture that swiftly beheaded him. As he fell to the ground, lifeless and, without any horcruxes, definitely dead, one Death Eater started to scream, and the others followed.

Before starting, Dionsysos threw a guinea pig on the ground.

"And let's add some Circe to the mix", he joyfully declared.

Then, amidst the chaos, Dionysos, began to dance. The Death Eaters felt an irresistible compulsion to join him, including Bella in her dance, initially marked by childlike enthusiasm, evolved into something altogether more sinister and seductive. With each rhythmic movement, an eerie transformation unfolded.

Flames appeared on the followers of Voldemort. The Death Eaters screamed as they danced and became human pyres, their bodies consumed by flickering flames that danced in perverse harmony with Dionysos' steps. Bellatrix's dungarees succumbed to the fire's insatiable hunger, leaving her exposed, yet she continued to move with unabashed fervor. The inferno intensified, casting a surreal glow on the undulating forms of the Death Eaters. Bella, her nakedness illuminated by the fiery chaos, embraced the madness with a disturbing elegance. Her breasts jiggled in perverse synchrony with the haunting melody of destruction, blurring the lines between the grotesque and the sensual.

As the flames claimed the last of her comrades, leaving behind smoldering ashes and twisted remnants, Bellatrix stood alone amidst the aftermath. The air crackled with an unnatural energy, and her eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and delirium.

Bellatrix Black

Queen of Hearts

Priestess of Dionysos, Crazy Witch and Member of the Club

Artificial Awakening

Lvl 45/50 → Lvl 45/350


Mythology - Dionysos as a demigod & in India

Dionysus, also known as Bacchus to the Romans, was associated not only with the Greek pantheon but also with the Italian god of fertility and wine, Liber Pater. The myth unfolds with Dionysus arriving in India, conquering lands, establishing cities, and imparting laws. He introduced wine to the Indians and taught them agriculture, akin to his influence on the Greeks.

The myth gains significance after Alexander the Great's visit to a city referred to as Nysa, deemed Dionysus' birthplace. Here, the god was said to be born from the thigh of Zeus, saved by his father from the consumed mother, Semele. Mount Nysa became the nurturing ground for Dionysus.

Dionysus' association with India deepened as Alexander placed Nysa on a nearby mountain, subsequently named Mount Meru. The Greeks, observing Indian customs, believed them to be devotees of Dionysus, even likening festivals like Holi to celebrations the god would have enjoyed.

Nonnus of Panopolis, in the thirteenth book of Dionysiaca, describes Dionysus preparing for war against impious Indians. The god's army, comprising Bacchants, engages Indian troops led by the astrological deity Astraeus. Dionysus, using unconventional methods like disguising arms, soft attire, and intoxicating enemies with wine, is said to conquer India.

The narrative takes a curious turn when Dionysus transforms Astacid Lake into wine, leading to the inebriation and capture of the Indian troops. A parallel conflict unfolds on Mount Olympus, involving deities sympathizing with Dionysus and those supporting the Indians.

Ultimately, Dionysus triumphs over his adversaries, securing his place among the Olympian gods. Philostratus mentions Dionysus dedicating a discus of Indian silver at Apollo's shrine in Delphi, solidifying the god's connection to India]

Last chapter is the last of the Arc, and we will be back to Halfblood Camp, where someone poisoned Thalia's tree...