Chapter 29

A bored huff echoed through the room as Death lay on his side at the edge of the viewing pool and dipped his finger into it repeatedly, changing the scenes as easily as one would change a TV channel.

"Bored already Morty?" A female voice asked beside his hood, startling the skeletal figure and nearly causing him to fall into the large pool.

"Vita don't startle me like that!" Death hissed. "And stop calling me Morty! I grew out of that nickname ages ago!"

"Oh Morty, so funny to think you can tell your elder sister what to call you," Vita laughed.

"Oye, we're twins! Just because you are one second older than me don't think you can boss me around," Death shot back but Vita just flicked her brother's forehead.

"So Fate told me that you've been on a watching binge. Honestly, aren't you obsessing a little too much over your Master?"

"Fate is such a tattle-tale!" Death huffed while crossing his arms. "I am just very invested in their relationship because you and I both know that they only get together in ten percent of the realities we oversee. Such a shame. Their souls are very compatible."

"Besides, Mother grounded me remember," Death shot back. "I got nothing to do but lounge all day."

"How about your paperwork?" Vita shot back, hands on her hips.

"Paperwork? What paperwork?" Death let out a nervous chuckle.

"Mortem get your boney arse to your office and do your paperwork!" Vita yelled. "No more viewing pool unless all documents are done!"

"But…"

"But…" He tried to argue.

"Do not make me get Damara here to drag you away by your bones!" Vita threatened which made Death flinch.

"Why do you have to bring Crazy Damy into this?!" He hissed. "You know she scares me!"

"Then get!" Vita ordered.

"Fiiiineee…." Death grumbled but trudged away from the viewing pool.

Once he was gone another entity poked their head out from a nearby bush. "He gone?"

"Yes, Diana. Morty will be busy with paperwork for a few days," Vita laughed. "Call the rest of the sisters. It's time to see what he's so invested in."

"Way ahead of you. Sirona is already bringing the popcorn and Andrasta is getting the wine. Now we can finally watch without him hogging the pool. I wonder what is so great about his Master,"

Death yelled as upon opening his neglected office a large pile of paperwork fell out and crushed him. The twitch of a skeletal hand was all you could see in the hallway. Meanwhile, the female deities crowded around the viewing pool to see the kiss in the dining room. Several squealed.

"Okay, that was hot but why did Fate have to be such a total cockblock?" A deity with limbs made of water asked while shooting Fate, who had joined the group, a raised brow.

"It is needed for growth," Was all Fate responded with.

"I wonder what everyone else is doing?" Diana pondered before sticking her finger into the viewing pool and changing the channel, so to speak.

The scene changed to see Minerva asleep at her desk in her quarters. "Poor lass," One of the Gaelic goddesses cooed.

"You only like her because she shares your name Belisama," Andrasta rolled her eyes. The other simply huffed.

"McGonagall will face several challenges from this point on," Fate stated while waving her hand and causing an envelope to fall from a stack onto her sleeping face.

Diana dipped her finger once more and the scene changed to show a late-night Deatheater meeting.

"This foul wretch," Vita hissed while shuddering. "He makes my blood boil. Clinging to me like a perverted stalker." Several other ladies echoed their agreement.

"Even I am appalled by his lack of morals and I govern war," Andrastra scowled.

The entities watched the scene unfold. They saw two masked Deatheaters drag Draco into the room and dump him before Voldemort on his knees. Nearby the Malfoys bowed to their Lord though they feared for their heir's life. Especially by the way Narcissa was digging her nails into her husband's arm.

"Heir Malfoy, I hear rumors that you do not wish to serve," Voldemort hissed out. The malice hung in the air Draco trembled.

"O-of course not my Lord. I wish to serve wholeheartedly. However, I am not of age yet my Lord. I would have nothing to bring to the table to support our cause," Draco managed to stammer. The entities watched as the boy slammed down his Occlumancy shields.

"Thank his Godfather's forethought to teach the boy Occulmancy," Fate said just as the Dark Lord threw a Crucio at the boy.

"You dare to presume?!" Voldemort roared as he stood up from his throne while Draco wrighted on the floor in pain.

"My Lord please!" Lucius suddenly pleaded when it was clear that Voldemort was not letting the Crucio spell end. "My son is naive! He does not know what he can offer you, my Lord!"

"Since he is so vocal he will offer me his all," Voldemort hissed.

"My Lord?" Lucius was confused though the entities seemed elated that the Crucio on Draco had stopped.

"He will offer me his all Lucius. His Body, Soul, and Magic," Voldemort declared as he looked at Draco who was facedown and twitching at his feet. Lucius knew what the Dark Lord meant by that statement. It wasn't just an Ode of Loyalty, it was an Ode of Ethernal servitude. One that was rarely evoked nowadays."

"My son needs time to get ready My Lord," Lucius uttered. "Such a splendid ritual must be done with the utmost preparation. Invitations need to be sent out and Draco must undergo the Cleansing,"

"I will give you one week Lucius to prepare your son," Voldemort stated as he dismissed everyone. He left the Malfoys fussing over their son as he departed the room. Pettigrew followed him like the sniveling ass-kissing rat he was.

Once out of the eyes of his followers, he slid down the hallway wall while trying to use his arm to steady himself.

"My Lord!" Pettigrew of course was fretting once more.

"I am fine!" Voldemort hissed.

"Fine my ass," Andrastra muttered as she watched the viewing pool while sipping her wine nonchalantly. "You split your soul so many times not knowing you split your magic as well. Now you supplement it with the magic of your followers. Pathetic. Now you want to lay your hands on minors for their magic?!" she spat.

"It is truly something," Fate stated. "This wretch's Dark Mark only siphons a fixed percentage from a follower. The fact that it now seems that a great deal of the magic was supplied by Snape makes you wonder how strong the man is. THAT wand accepted him after all."

"Was the wand truly made from Mother's tear?" Diana asked. "I mean, mother has her favorite humans but… she never sheds a tear."

"Yeah sis, tell us. What is the real story? You're one of the first Mother created. Surely you saw it all." Sirona questioned.

"Well, it isn't so much of a secret as in that it is a bit of an embarrassing tale for Mother," Fate stated. "I will agree with you that Mother has her favorites. Merlin, The Founders, etc. but it wasn't for what feats they could perform with magic. It was how much they respected it. One could be evil and still be respected by Lady Magic for their morals regarding the use of it. Magic is never black and white, Light or Dark."

"Over the eons, Mother wanted to experiment a bit more with her powers. So she tried to craft a medium. Its shell was blackened Cypress and its core was Prima materia. However, due to her being a bit clumsy while young it fell from our realm into the human realm and hit this Mordred fellow on the head."

"So even Mother is clumsy," Sirona chortled.

"You know our rules. Interference with the Human realm has to be limited." Fate grumbled, especially when she remembered having to fix Death popping in and out between their realms for his Master. "Mother could not simply retrieve the wand. So she kept an eye on whichever Reality it had landed in. She was very happy when it was sealed away,"

"And then Morty just had to go ruin it all by giving a key to the vault away," Vita interrupted with a roll of her eyes.

"Indeed, hence why Mortem is grounded for a century," Fate stated. "At least Mother is content now when she found out who her medium had chosen."

"So who shall we spy on next?" Diana asked, ready to dip her finger in the pool.

"I wish to see more of my namesake," Belisama uttered.

"I wish to follow the Malfoy boy's journey," Andrasta replied. "He may gain my favor,"

"What about Mortem's main ship?" Sirona asked. "Would we not see both if we keep following them?"

"Uhm…" A timid hand was raised as certain sisters began a heated debate. "Sisters…."

"Sisters…." the voice continued as no one paid her mind. She got frustrated.

"SISTERS!" The usually timid entity then yelled.

"By Mother's pearls Airmid!" Andrasta uttered, shocked by their sister's set of pipes.

"I… uhm… wish to see the Healer's story," Airmid voiced. "It's not one we've really followed closely…. And well…"

"You are the entity governing Healing," Fate stated. "Very well. I am actually also curious. Diana if you please?"