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  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Azazel_Chronicles
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      Published: 2016-05-15 Updated: 2017-01-13 Chapters: 24/? Words: 21609
****** Ritualistic Apathy ******
by Gweniegrl18
Summary
     15-year-old Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have been together since
     the second task of the TriWizard Tournament last year when Draco was
     apparently the most important person to Harry.
     The Dark Lord keeps tormenting Harry's dreams with guilt to break
     him, hoping to get him to defect to the dark and bring the Malfoy
     heir back to the dark.
     In a desperate attempt to remove the Dark Lord's hold, they invoke a
     black magic ritual trading emotions for sociopathic apathy and
     triggering a Dark addiction.
     What will happen to the wizard world when these beautiful boys
     realize the manipulative nature of the greater good that's been using
     them...
Notes
     Hey, if you're reading this, thank you! This is my first fic and I
     hope you enjoy it! I don't have a beta so if you want to help me out,
     let me know.
     This is inspired by DorkFishk's prompt 'Within Me There is Evil" that
     I adopted. I'll give the profile link in the end notes.
     There is going to be slash and threesomes down the road, so if you
     don't like it, you've been warned. I'm probably also going to have
     some gore and violence but I'm undecided on how descriptive I'll be.
     This will have some aspects of manipulative Dumbledore, but I want to
     note that the Order is still technically the "good guys" and my boys
     are are definitely evil. I'm just a lover of Evil Harry.
     Also, I am currently without a laptop and I type this on my phone, so
     while I hope to update regularly and frequently, typing on my phone
     is a long process so please be patient while I work on getting a
     computer.
     Without further ado, my premiere fic. May magic bless you <3
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Too Late *****
**** Too Late ****
*** Draco's POV ***
 
I wake up to screams. Bolting up in the bed, I look at my lover laying next to
me in bed. (Since it's Yule break and most of our housemates are gone, we can
spend the night in the Room of Requirements without anyone realizing we aren't
in our respective dorms.) What I see nearly stops my heart.
Blood. Blood everywhere. Pour from his ears. Crying from his eyes. Trickling
from his nose.
He told me the visions had been getting worse, more painful. Even with the
occlumency I taught him early in our relationship. (With the people we
encounter, keeping our affair secret could literally be life and death.)
We knew we'd likely need to use Dark mind magics eventually, but I made him
promise me it was only a last resort.
 
It looks like today was that day.
 
I quickly pull down the black magic book we had found the ritual in and flip to
the page. We had prepared for this day months ago. The Dark Lord had been
haunting Harry's dreams more and more. Trying to coax him to defect from the
Light and join the Dark Forces. Harry's emotions are both his strength and his
greatest weakness. The Dark Lord plays on his guilt, wearing him down hoping to
break him. Playing Ginny Weasley's death in second year over and over in his
head. The resulting abandonment by the Weasley family and Granger, as if it was
Harry's fault that he didn't find the Chamber of Secrets before her death was
projected in his mind. Calling up any and all of Harry's worst memories.
And I suspected there's more than what Harry tells me but I'm not sure.
As all of the Dark Lord's manipulations were based in Harry's emotions, we had
decided that a spell to remove the finer of said emotions would be the most
effective way to stop him. It would still leave base emotions, but guilt and
regret, among other finer emotions would be gone. The only problem was, the
magic was black. So very black. And it required me, as the caster, to make a
sacrifice. So once this ritual was done, both of them would be sociopaths at
best, if not psychopaths. It depends on if they end up with an addiction to the
dark magic.
Before I could second guess myself too much, I leveled my wand at my beautiful
lover and started chanting.
 
 
*** Harry's POV: in the visions ***
"Oh, Harry," Voldemort greeted my as he started dragging all my worst and most
painful memories through my mind. My mental shields were destroyed all the way
through and he had me mentally tied down. "I do wish you'd stop being so
stubborn. You have so much potential, I could teach you how to use it. You
would no longer be treated like a child, the way Dumbledore's pathetic little
Order likes to do."
I'm hoping Draco has realized what was happening and started the ritual. He's
terrified of a Dark addiction, those with Black blood are highly susceptible to
it. (His Aunt Bellatrix was a prime example of the madness the addiction can
trigger in his family.)
As Voldemort pulls up the memories of the Order's treatment of me. I'm flooded
with the anger at having information withheld under pretense of only being a
child but still being expected to fight and win a war. I know now that there
was a prophecy, Draco had overheard his father being ordered to find it and get
the full wording. Apparently it fortold of the Dark Lord's defeat at my hands.
As the memories of the Order faded out, Voldemort started in on playing with my
guilt, the usual stream of memories and emotions flood me.
After a little while I'm sobbing and Voldemort starts something different. I
should have expected it really, with all of my shields shattered down to my
innermost thoughts.
"Harry, you know if you yield to me, I will spare Draco."
My breath hitched. Draco. My precious lover. My sanity. Even still schoolyard
enemies in the TriWizard Tournament, his name was magically selected as my most
important person. When I had no one, his taunting was the one constant. Somehow
he started meaning more to me. After I rescued him from the lake, we had a good
few arguments but then behind closed doors and hidden in shadows those
arguments became laced with a tension that eventually morphed into heavy
snogging and petting. I fell hard and fast for Draco, the thought of losing him
was more than I could bare.
I felt the last of my resistance and feeble sanity breaking as Voldemort
started projecting images of Draco dying in various horrid ways if he stayed
with me, but just as awful, him turning back to his dark family if I asked the
one question I could never bring myself to ask him. Where he'd never forsake
them if he had to choose between me and them. Where he never truly loved me.
Watching the horrid images I broke... I could feel my sanity finally crack. I
pledged my loyalty to him there in my mind before I breakdown into whimpering
giggles at the relief in my mental torment being over and the realization that
I could hear the last of Draco's chant and the last of any of my finer emotions
faded.
As I felt my new Lord's presence leave my mind, I opened my eyes to see silver
eyes and blond hair looking down at me. As I giggled in my brokenness I could
see he was high on the dark magic I could feel in the room.
"Hello, beautiful, we have an appointment with the Dark Lord tomorrow," and he
grinned at me.
 
***** A Flare for the Dramatic *****
Chapter Summary
     We've got two newly insane sociopaths high on Dark magic. The rush
     leads to a quick lemon and then they're gonna work on getting to
     their meeting.
Chapter Notes
     I apologize for any typos or misspellings, I'm using my phone as I
     currently don't have a computer.
      
     Also, forgot to mention this in chapter one but obviously I am not
     JKR, I don't own the characters. Just borrowing them for playtime's :
     )
      
     Anyway, thanks for reading, may magic bless you.
**** A Flare for the Dramatic ****
*** Draco's POV ***
As I finished the chant Harry's face stopped bleeding and right after I stopped
he woke up. I could almost taste the thick Dark magic on the room and it was
glorious. And all the apprehension and worry I had previously about using such
magic was gone. I could feel the manic giddiness at Harry waking but not much
else.
Harry was giggling as he opened his eyes, a sort of broken giggle, not unlike
Aunt Bella's. He says we're meeting with the Dark Lord and I grin. I'd follow
Harry to the end of the world but I still believe quite strongly in the Dark
Lord's rule.
"We're joining him?" I ask eagerly as I cast a cleaning charm on him to get the
blood off.
"Yes, your father is meeting us in the forest after dinner." He pulled me down
kissing me, "You feel the difference? It's freer without all those silly
emotions and the magic in the air is so good."
Between his kisses and the heady Dark magic buzz, I felt my dick hardening
against his. "Yes, it's freeing. The magic is buzzing all around and through
me. I just want to use more." He slid his hands over my chest pinching my
nipples. I groan, "but first I want you."
I grind down onto him hearing his moaning now instead of giggles, "Fuck me,
Draco. Now."
I charm our sleep pants off and cast the loosening and lubrication charms on
him. I shove into his tight heat, knowing when says now, he means now. He
screams and jerks his hips up as I slam into his prostate on the first thrust.
I set a quick pace gripping his hips tight enough to bruise. I seldom get rough
like this, since I prefer to bottom, but the rush I'm feeling is just too much.
It's a heavy, twisting energy begging to be free.
Harry must feel it too because he's clawing my back to the point I feel a
trickle of blood. Suddenly his ass is tightening around me and he's biting my
shoulder, violently breaking the skin as his come splashes between us. With
three more shuddering thrusts I'm coming hard into him and biting him back.
*** Harry's POV ***
I wake up with Draco draped over me, the soreness in my ass and the crusty
dried cum reminding me that we passed out.
I giggle a little, the Dark Lord won't be tormentimg us anymore, maybe we can
fuck more often...
Ooohhhh and we don't have to hide anymore!!! No more sneaking around!
I lick Draco's ear, "Wake up, pretty. I need to piss."
He groans and rolls off me, watching as I walk to the en suite the Room
provides us, "Did you just call me pretty?"
I leave the door open so I can still hear him. And giggle, "Well you are."
Shaking off and flushing, "Since Our Lord knows about us now, we don't need to
hide anymore."
He has a slightly manic glint in his eyes that triggers a grin in me, "I don't
think we'll be coming back after tonight, so if we aren't hiding today, why
don't we really give our returning classmates a show."
I watch him, curious as to what he's planning. He goes to his trunk and pulls
out two pairs of tight, black dragonhide pants, a deep emerald sleeveless robe
with a silver long sleeve button up, a silver sleeveless robe with an emerald
green long sleeve button up, and two pairs of green dragonhide boots. He cast a
resize charm on the outfit with the green robe so that it would fit me.
We shower and start getting dressed as we had slept most of the day after the
ritual and the frenzied sex.
Before we start heading down Draco tells me to use my contacts and not to
glamor my hair. In the past couple years I've let it grow out down my back so
it stays more manageable but I keep it glamoured to avoid the constant nagging
from my housemates about cutting it. Draco braids it for me and we head down to
the welcome back feast as the students are returning from their holidays. Dobby
will be bringing our trunks and anything from the dorms to us when we leave.
We don't see anyone until we reach the stair case just before the entrance
halls. I had pushed him up against a wall to snog the hell out of him, really
he just looked too tempting and with his long hair flowing unrestrained down
his back (his hair is longer than his father's) it was just too much. Right as
I'm pulling back to breath we hear a gasping whisper.
"Blaise, who do you think they are?" I recognize the voice as Pansy Parkinson
and smirk at Draco, whose smiling dazedly back at me.
"I don't know but they're hot as hell..." He breathes back.
I pull myself and Draco off the wall and toss a slightly crazed smirk at the
two voyeurs who freeze as the recognize us.
I wrap my arm around Draco's waist as we continue to the Great Hall leaving the
stunned Pansy and Blaise behind us. The more students we pass the more whispers
follow us, but when we enter the Hall, it's a sudden quiet.
Unable to contain my amusement any longer, manic laughter bubbles out of me
while Draco watches me indulgently. He sits at the Slytherin table and pulls me
into his lap.
My laughter still the only sound.
*** Dumbledore's POV ***
Harry Potter just walked in here dressed like a rich pureblood and braided hair
longer than Lucius Malfoy's and no glasses, while wrapped around Draco Malfoy.
I'm struggling to get my mind around that. I know I haven't always provided him
with the things most teens want; it encouraged his self discovery but how did
this happen?
Since when does he look so...beautiful? A dangerous beauty, but truly he's
beautiful. Where's his glasses?
Then he starts laughing. And it's terrifying. It's the laugh of someone crazed.
I can feel the dread and terror spreading down the staff table as the realize
what we're seeing.
Harry Potter is insane and we may have lost our weapon against Voldemort.
As the boy sits in Malfoy's lap I stand and cast a stunner at the two of them.
*** Draco's POV ***
Harry's laughter stops suddenly and he's casting a shield around us before I
realize what happened. Looking up at where my beautiful lover is glaring and
see a shocked Dumbledore staring with his wand out.
The Hall is even more silent than before. The dread and shock is almost
tangible. I can taste it and glancing at Harry it's safe to assume he can too
as he flickers his tongue like a snake. A habit he picked up when he started
practicing Parselmagic but was keeping hidden, until now.
He catches my eye and I can feel the excitement and anticipation buzzing
between us as we slowly stand and drop our wands to our hands from the holsters
on our wrists.
Harry giggles a bit before casting Expeliarmus and a Dark binding spell at
Dumbledore. He catches and pockets Dumblrdore's wand as I moan with the Dark
magic spiking the air. (We learned a lot of dark magic in our research for a
way to free Harry's mind, not to mention all the magic I knew from growing up
in a Dark family. Just until last night we'd never cast it.)
Harry brushes his lips over mine then looks at Dumbledore, "You shouldn't have
done that, old man."
I feel the whisper of dark Parselmagic on my skin as Harry casts an
invisibility spell over us. As we disappear and back into a corner to watch the
aftermath, the whispers break out.
"Potter used Dark magic!"
"Where did they go?"
"We need the Aurors!"
"Is the headmaster okay?"
"I bet Malfoy imperio'd him!"
On and on... Eventually I got bored and dragged Harry outside where we both let
out crazed laughter and Harry lifted the parselspell.
"That was fun. Your ideas are always brilliant," Harry said while leaning
against a tree in the clearing where Father is to meet us.
"Of course my ideas are brilliant, they come from me," I scoff back and Harry
giggles again, the psychotic sound becoming as addicting to me as the Dark
magic is.
We look up at the sound of apparition. Father grabs our arms quickly and then
we are in Malfoy Manor, kneeling before the Dark Lord.
***** You're Pretty; You're Mad *****
Chapter Notes
     There's gonna be some ooc-ness but I'll try to keep true to form.
     If you haven't seen, I changed and clarified some small details in
     the previous two chapters.
     In chapter 1, I wasn't clear enough in my wording about the emotion
     loss. Draco and Harry still have base emotions. The ritual took away
     the fine emotions. Leaving them with apathy. They also still have
     their memories, just no emotional attachment. So Harry no longer
     feels guilt over the past, which was their original goal. They simply
     did not count on the Voldemort triggering a mental breakdown at the
     same time, leading to the insanity. While Draco's apathy coupled with
     his new addiction to Dark Magic is going to lead to a break in his
     morality.
     In chapter 2, I added Harry stealing Dumbledore's wand. I'm sure you
     guys can see where I'm going with this little trophy snatching.
     Also, with the lack of friendship with Ron and Hermione after Ginny's
     death, Harry's grades are excellent.
     Also, I'm not sure I'll be able to find an appropriate place for a
     flashback to the beginning of Draco and Harry's relationship, so I
     may set up a prequel at some point. Suggestions are welcome.
     Anyway... On with the show
     May Mother Magic bless and keep you <3
**** You're Pretty; You're Mad ****
*** Lucius's POV ***
Landing from the apparition, I force the boys to kneel in front of Our Lord
until he bids us to rise. I can tell He is observing them, measuring them. So I
take the moment to look at Potter.
He's grown since I last saw him at Our Lord's resurrection. And apparently he
no longer needs those hideous glasses, letting his Avada green eyes glow
without anything blocking them. He's slim but sleek looking with his long black
hair braided down his back. It's a terrifying beauty, truly. Especially if I'm
correct in my identifying the gleam in his eyes as a similar maddness to
Bella's. If I was so inclined I'd be deeply attracted to him, so I can't really
blame Draco.
I glance up at My Lord to see him eyeing both boys with a deep possessive
hunger. I know then that He will be giving them a special place in his ranks if
they pass the test that will likely be given them. But the surprise I feel
triples at what I see next...
*** Harry's POV ***
I watch fascinated as His face changes, and I can feel a similar curiosity from
Draco. It's like watching an Animagus transform but My Lord isn't turning into
an animal. No He's turning into a human. Dark hair with ringlets flow down His
back and over His shoulders almost as long as Lucius's. His skin is a porcelain
color. He's still tall but not unnaturally so.
I look into the blood red eyes, "You're pretty."
Everyone in the room freezes. I'm not sure why. All I did was state a fact. He
truly is beautiful.
"Crucio!" I feel it before I can register what my Lord had said.
I thought it was supposed to hurt, it had last summer when He came back. I
giggle, maybe I was just too young then. The Dark Magic feels delicious and I
shiver with pleasure.
When He realizes I'm giggling He stops the curse and looks at me, "You're mad!
Harry Potter has gone insane!"
I grin at him, flicking my tongue tasting the remnants of the Dark magic from
the curse, "Just a bit, my Beautiful Lord. Don't worry, I'm still full
competent. Probably better suited for your ranks this way than before; lost the
concept of morality and all that rot last night."
I look around a bit, and see Lucius gaping at me, Snape is looking even more
pale than usual, the LeStrange brothers are exchanging glaces as if they aren't
sure whether to laugh or not, and Bellatrix and Barty (interesting the ministry
claimed to have caught him and given his to the Dementors) look like Christmas
came early. I wonder why she seems so excited...
Then I hear Nagini Master, I'm unsure about this hatchling. He doesn't smell of
pain like they usually do after you curse them. He smells of arousal. As does
the pale one...
I snicker, Nagini, that's because Draco, the pale one, and I think Master is
very beautiful.
And then something unthinkable happened that had me cackling.
*** Voldemort's POV ***
Lucius fainted. Harry Potter is absolutely insane. Nagini can smell Potter's
and Draco Malfoy's arousal for me. Potter is FLIRTING with me.
This is not at all going the way I had thought but, Salazar, both boy are
gorgeous. I had thought I'd have to seduce them. That's why I cancelled my
Parsel transformation in front of them. But then Harry Potter had to start
flirting.
Potter is cackling at Lucius, so I look at Draco. Where Potter is openly
insane, Draco's is burning below the surface. It's visible in his eyes, almost
like a Dark magic addiction.
Testing my theory, I let my magic flow over him. His eye's flash, making the
silver look molten for a moment while he shudders. Potter stops cackling and
flicks his tongue reminiscent of a snake, moaning softly.
They both look at me their eyes begging. They both walk slowly towards my
throne where I'm sitting and kneel leaning their cheeks against my legs.
Draco speaks for the first time, "My Lord, please let us feel your magic. We'll
do anything."
His eyes and voice had no emotion, aside from a vague manic pleading, typical
of addicts. Which with his Black heritage, means he'll be prone to the Black
madness.
This could work in my favor. These two obviously no longer have morals or
emotions. They have addictions to my magic. Though I didn't have to seduce
them, I still get them as bed mates. They're both far more intelligent than
others their age. (Benefits of servants on the Board of Governors is I have
access to grade results.)
I pet Draco's hair, "If you two can prove me how dangerous you can be, I'll
make you my Dark Princes. You can forever be in my magic's aura."
He and Harry exchange manic grins and Harry hisses at me, How would you like us
to prove it My Lord?
I smirk at his blatent flirting with the sensual language, "I have been made
aware of two traitors in my ranks that need to be... Disciplined. You two will
be dealing with them for in front of my whole army." I look out over the room
to see my inner circle practically gaping at the sudden turn of events and that
Lucius is still passed out on the ground and I toss a Renervate at him.
He quickly stands but has no colour in his face, especially when he observed
the way his son his sitting like a cat basking in my magical aura.
"My Elite, I will be calling your brethren tonight. And we will likely have a
coronation for my two Princes after they prove themselves. Harrison will be
crowned Dark Prince Azazel. Draco will be Dark Prince Lucifer."
I grabbed Lucius's arm and called my army.
***** Dark Angels Crowned in Blood *****
Chapter Notes
     There will be gore. You've been warned.
     Also, if you've wondered about our dear Severus Snape, we'll get a
     look in his head. I've always had a sweet spot for himso I haven't
     fully decided whose side he's truly on yet, but I plan to have fun
     with him either way.
     Enjoy and magic bless <3
**** Dark Angels Crowned in Blood ****
*** Severus's POV ***
I was rather worried when I was summoned durring the Welcome Feast. Leaving
while the Potter brat was entering the Hall with my godson.
That added a whole new level of terror to my worry. What if this summons has to
do with the Dark Lord finding out about Draco's dalliance with The-Boy-Who-
Lived. These thoughts had me rushing to the edge of the wards and barely
remembering to transfigure my robes before apparating.
When I got to the Manor I kneeled until to be permitted to stand. Noting that
only the Inner Circle was here I waited to be adressed with the cause of my
unexpected summoning.
"Ssssseverussss," Voldemort hissed, and I cringed inside but kept my face
clear, "we're going to be receiving some guests shortly. Lucius will be
fetching them momentarily," at that I heard the pop of Lucius leaving, "I
wanted to make it clear that both of them will be treated with respect. Unless
I give specific instructions otherwise, you will leave them be and stand as
observer. Understood?"
My curiosity peaked, knowing a warning such as this means I won't particularly
like the 'guests' but I agree nonetheless to see who it is that earns such
respect. Then Lucius returns, with Harrison Potter and Draco Malfoy... And
Potter willing kneeled, and flirted, and agreed to torture as a way to bed the
Dark Lord, and use his magic to feed an addiction to the Dark magic... and he
was completely insane. The descriptor that comes most readily to mind is
Psychopath.
The Dark Lord has all but won...
*** Harry's POV ***
The Dark Lord's magic is beautiful. Sitting at his feet with Draco just basking
in it while he pets our hair is my new favorite thing. But he wants us to get
up so we can teach his naughty followers what happens to traitors.
The rest of his Death Eaters will be here soon so he makes us get up.
"Lucifer, Azazel," My Lord uses our new names, "I want you to have masks." He
pulls his wand out and conjures two half masks. One silver with tiny emeralds
and rubies and the other green with tiny diamonds and rubies. He gives the
silver one to Draco and green to me.
"Thank you, My Lord," I breathe as I place it on my face. Just as Draco sighs,
"They're beautiful."
I cock my head and flick my tongue, "My Lord, they've started arriving." Seeing
the question in his eyes of how I could know that, I explain, "I can taste the
magic. Several new auras keep entering the wards every couple seconds."
He looks incredulous, "You can tastemagic?"
I blink and flick my tongue, "Yes. You are a like a warm, rich chocolate. Draco
is like pomegranate. Severus is confusing because sometimes he tastes like
vanilla, like light magic, but sometimes he's like bitter coffee."
Hearing a gasp we look over. Severus was deathly pale and leaning heavily on
the wall looking positively terrified. But we had no time to investigate
further, because Lucius announced that everyone had arrived.
*** Draco's POV ***
 "Come my Princes," Our Lord beckoned us as he shifted to the snake like face
he is famous for having.
Everyone kneeled as soon as Our Lord walked into the room, he practically
glides to his throne with us just a half step behind. He stops in front of the
thone and has Harry on his right, me on the left.
"Rise," he commands and the the gasps start as the see Harry and I. "Yes, these
two are going to be the Dark Princes. As their right of corenation, they will
be giving us a show." Harry and I exchange malicious grins. The room suddenly
reeks of fear.
Our Lord banishes his throne to the side so the raised dias we're on is clear
and calls out, "Swanfair and Leros, get up here." There were whimpers but the
two men stepped up and Our Lord began circling them like a cat toying with it's
prey. "I have it on rather good authority that you've been selling our secrets.
In fact, I witnessed it myself. You know the penalty for such treachery, yes?"
The pathetic excuses for men started crying so Harry and I stepped closer and
nuzzled up to Our Lord's sides and all sound stopped in the room aside from the
sobs, "Let us play with them, My Lord. They'll never bother you again."
Harry continued my thoughts, "We'll make them pay for troubling you, Master.
These worms don't deserve your attention."
He grinned evily as it seemed everyone in the room stopped breathing, "Then
let's see what you can do my Princes."
As Our Lord stepped off to the side, Harry cast a wandless, wordless Levicorpus
and I banished the robes off the sniveling ex death eaters.
I raised my eyebrow at Harry to ask a silent question that he understood and
grinned at.
He dropped his wand from his holster to his hand and we both produced our
elemental whips; Harry's made of fire and mine of ice.
For several minutes all that was heard was the lashes and screams from our
victims and Harry's and my manic giggles. The room was filled with the smell of
burnt flesh and blood.
Harry and I were coated in blood and cancelled the whips. Catching his eyes,
I'd never seen him so alive, the insanity that has consumed him making his eyes
glow like a killing curse, and my buzz at the magic in the air and that I had
been casting had me feeling marvelously high. I grabbed him and kissed him
hard.
Looking at Our Lord he appeared terrifyingly aroused, his red eyes glowing, "My
Lord, shall we kill them or leave them mutilated?"
If possible his eyes glowed brighter, like fire, "Kill them."
Harry grinned, a dangerous but beautiful sight with the blood coating his face,
and pulled two daggers from his boots. Giving me one, we crept towards the
dangling mutilated men. Simultaneously we sliced their chests open and reached
in breaking their ribs open, exchanging glaces we reached in and ripped their
hearts out. Harry conjured a platter and we placed the hearts on it. We kiss
then turn back to Our Lord, "The hearts of those that betrayed you, My Lord."
He walked up to us and looked out over the Death Eaters, as we lay the platter
at his feet, "These two are to be treated with the same respect you give me. As
you can see, they are perfectly capable of punishing anyone who dares challenge
them. So I present to you, our Dark Princes: Azazel and Lucifer." He leans down
to us and kisses our foreheads. He whispers for only our ears, "You two are
beautiful and you are mine now."
***** Panicking Phoenix *****
Chapter Summary
     Taking a quick break from our Angelic Princes to check in with
     Hogwarts and the Order.
     Also, I'd like to thank my readers. I've only been writing for a
     couple days now and the responses have been better than I hoped.
     So thank you :) If any of you ever have recommendations for the story
     or advice, let me know.
     May magic bless and keep you <3
**** Panicking Phoenix ****
*** Dumbledore's POV ***
My wand. Harry just took my wand. He cast Dark magic in Hogwarts. And his
eyes... He looked... insane.
And this happening right after Severus was summoned. Something is happening.
Something very very bad.
Minerva managed to cancel the binding curse Harry cast on me.
"Silence!" The roar of panic in the Hall stopped. "I know we are all very
confused, but we must remain calm. We will figure out what has happened to Mr.
Potter and Mr. Malfoy. For now, go to your dorms and the elves will send some
food to you."
The students left and the staff looked to me.
"My friends, have any of you noticed the boys acting suspicious lately? I've
long figured that they were a couple but this darkness they showed tonight is
unlike anything I've seen since Tom Riddle walked these halls."
Fillius spoke up, "I haven't noticed anything unusual excepting they had asked
me for a long term pass to the restricted section of the library. They said
they were researching dreams and wanted to find a way to project dreams for
their charms project. I thought it a little odd that they needed the restricted
section but both are such brilliant students I didn't question it."
I sighed, "I'm afraid something horribly wrong has happened. Let us search the
grounds in case they are still here, though I fear they may have left the
school."
*** Severus's POV ***
The Dark Lord asked the Inner Circle to remain behind after dismissing the
others. He shifted back to his human face and sat in his throne which was back
in it's usual place. Harry and Draco, or Princes Azazel and Lucifer as they'd
been renamed, were sitting on conjured silver and green cushions at his feet.
As the room had cleared out the Dark Lord and Princes had been having a quiet
conversation, when suddenly he looked up at me.
"Severus, I have a task for you," he told me as he summoned a plain wooden box
and levitated the platter with the hearts into it. "Take this box to Dumbledore
upon leaving here. Tell him it's a gift from my Dark Princes."
I feel the blood drain from my face as he hands me the box, "Yes, My Lord."
"You are dismissed, Severus."
"Yes, My Lord. Good night, My Lord, My Princes." I bow to them and start
walking to the door. As I'm reaching the doors I hear Potter, "He reeks of
fear. It's nauseating."
 
I apparate to Spinner's End then floo to Albus's office where chaos is reigning
as it appears an Order meeting had been called. My arrival, once noticed,
triggers silence. Probably because no one has ever seen me look so terrified.
Albus looks at me, "Severus, what's happened?"
I look up at him, "The war is lost. We don't stand a chance." I hand him the
box. "He want's me to tell you it's a gift from his Dark Princes Azazel and
Lucifer. I will prepare the penseive. I cannot describe what happened tonight."
Albus opened the box and blanched, "Who?"
I pull the thread of memory from my temple and drop it in the basin, "Two lower
ranking death eaters that got caught selling secrets. They were tests to prove
that the Princes are worthy of respect." I look at the others in the room,
"Before I start the projection, I will warn you this is extremely violent. And
done at the hands of someone many of you have been close to," I look directly
at Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, "I don't typically care if anyone is disturbed
by such things but this scared ever me."
I look at Albus who nods and I start the projection from the moment I arrived
at the Manor.
 
By the time the memories ended everyone but Albus, Minerva, and I had vomited.
Remus's eyes were glowing gold and Sirius had shifted to his Animagus and was
whimpering like a puppy.
Molly Weasley looks up, "How could this have happened? Harry was such a good
boy, aside from falling to save my daughter, he's always done exactly what was
expected of him."
Albus looks at her, "I don't know, my dear. If he's been courted to Voldemort's
side, that explains his behavior at dinner."
I look at Albus, "You realize your precious prophecy is useless now. He won't
destroy his Lord. You saw the fanatic loyalty in his eyes, he is more insane
for the Dark Lord than Bellatrix. The war is lost. Between the Dark Lord's
magic and the Princes, we don't stand a chance. The can summon elemental whips
are 15! 15, Albus! That kind of power is unheard of!"
"Don't you think you exaggerating, Severus?"
"Are you blind?! Albus, there is no hope!" I storm out of the room, anger and
fear like I've never known swirling in me.
What am I going to do?
***** A Lord and His Princes *****
Chapter Notes
     I plan to keep Voldemort as close to his sadistic evil self as
     possible with my story. Obviously he will be OC in many ways (as is
     apparent already I'm sure) but his most basic heartlessness will
     remain (at least that's my plan). Therefore, his sadistic streak will
     cary over into the bedroom, so if violence in the bedroom offends
     you, turn back now. This is NOT a romance. My boys are cruel,
     unfeeling and heartless. They use each other.
     Also, in some ways, Voldemort is more sane than Harry. Harry is
     mentally shattered beyond repair. Voldemort's insanity is more from
     an overuse of soul magic, he is still himself. Harry is not.
     From this point forward, Harry and Draco will primarily be referred
     to as Azazel and Draco. The Order and other's of the Light will,
     typically, be the only one's using their birth names.
     May magic bless you <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** A Lord and His Princes ****
*** Voldemort's POV ***
As my followers leave I have Azazel and Lucifer tell me of how they left
Hogwarts. I'm rather impressed with them. Azazel most though, binding and
disarming Albus Dumbledore is truly amazing.
I task Severus and wonder at his loss of composure. And then Azazel comments on
his fear.
"Azazel, you can smell his fear?"
He looks up at me, "Of course, My Lord." He flicks his tongue and smirks, "I
can also smell your and Draco's arousal and Barty hiding in the corner by the
window."
I glance over and sure enough see Barty hiding in the corner, Do you want to
punish him for his insolence, Azazel?
The boy grins and tosses a silent, wandless Crucio. Both boys shiver at the
magic and Azazel giggles when Barty falls over screaming. He doesn't release
the curse until I tell him to stop before he ruins one of my favorites. He
pouts but ends the curse with I flick of his fingers.
"Barty, when I dismiss you, that means leave, not spy in the corner. Now, get
out!"
The man stumbles out still visibly trembling from the extended Crucio.
I look down at the boys at my feet. Azazel is grinning at the door where Barty
had stumbled through, Lucifer though was taking shuddering breaths and visibly
aroused. Smirking I grab his blond hair and pull him into my lap, loving the
way his breath hitched and eyes widen when I start mouthing at his neck.
Azazel apparently noticed because he's watching, "Are you going to fuck him, My
Lord? He likes it rough."
I meet his Avada eyes and feel my cock twitch with anticipation, "I'm going to
fuck both of you." Lucifer moans at that and his hips jerk slightly
I grab Azazel's shoulder and apparate the three of us directly onto my bed and
immediately vanish all of our clothes.
"Both of you on your backs," they immediately obey and I can admire them. So
lean but strong, both of the completely hairless from chest to toe and their
cocks standing proud. Lucifer's slightly thinner and shorter than Azazel's but
both very well endowed. As I'm admiring them I know they are doing the same to
me.
"Prepare yourselves. I am not a gentle lover." They both whimper slightly and
continue admiring my body as they start fingering themselves.
*** Draco's POV ***
Gods he's beautiful. I didn't know the Dark Lord was so damn gorgeous. Dark
curls, red eyes, porcelain skin, and a fucking huge cock.
And he wants us. He's watching us prepare our asses for him to fuck. He leans
forward and kisses Azazel and blazing jealously rages through me. Then suddenly
my hand is being moved and Azazel is straddling my hips. The unfamiliar hands
of my Lord is directing my cock into Azazel's ass and I moan. Then my hips are
being lifted and dragged onto my Lord's lap. Then I feel his dick being slammed
into me and I scream. Azazel groans at the harsh movement and leans forward
biting my shoulder, breaking the skin and lapping at my blood.
Our Lord grabs my hip painfully hard and I'm sure his nails cut in as he slams
forward setting a punishing pace. I grab at Azazel's back, knowing I'm
scratching at him. He's still licking at the blood from the bite as he grinds
in time to our Lord's thrusts. I whimper and moan feeling close and feel Our
Lord's other hand reach around to Azazel's cock and start pulling him in time
to our pace.
"Now, my Princes. Come for me, beautiful ones." And with that we both scream
our orgasms and his hips stutter and I moan as he fills me.
He pulls out and rolls over and Azazel collapses to the other side. All three
of us breathing harsh, but our Lord whispers a cleaning spell and lifts me onto
his other side then pulls Azazel and myself under his arms.
No sweet words we spoken. No kisses. Just fucking. Then I feel the Dark Lord
licking at the still bleeding bite and I moan. Looking over I see Azazel has a
bite on the back of his shoulder from our Lord.
"You both have such sweet blood, my Princes. I will be using your bodies often.
Now sleep."
With that he darkens the room with a whisper of Nox and I drift off.
Chapter End Notes
     Azazel and Lucifer are both names of Satan.
     Lucifer being the fallen Angel name biblically.
     Origen ("Contra Celsum," vi. 43) identifies Azazel with Satan.[22]
     (taken from Wikipedia)
     I liked the idea of using these names for my Princes as I like the
     fallen Angel connotation.
***** Expectations *****
**** Expectations ****
*** Azazel's POV ***
Opening my eye's I immediately realize I forgot my contacts last night. I cast
the charm to refresh them and ease the soreness. Then I flick my tongue to
taste the air, relaxing at the taste of my Lord and Lucifer sleeping in bed
with me.
Knowing it's a bad idea but too tempting of one to resist, I roll over and cast
the lubrication charm on myself and straddle my Lord's morning wood, impaling
myself. His ruby eyes immediately opening recognition flickering through
followed by the rage boiling in them and I know I'm about to be severely
punished.
He flips over staying inside me while pinning me down, "What the hell do you
think you are doing Azazel? I have not given you any permission to pleasure
yourself, nor that I wish for your advances first thing!" He snaps his hips
torturously hard and flicking a cutting curse at my chest.
I let out a screaming moan, "I wanted you, My Lord." I whimper as he licks and
sucks at the blood spilling from me.
"Then I shall use you, but You. Will. Not. Come." He punctuates the grunted
words with thrusts before speeding up to spill himself in me.
He pulls out and cleans himself up before carelessly healing the gash he gave
me and licking the blood off.
"Both of you get cleaned up and dressed. We have some planning to do to find
your places in my army."
Draco and I quickly shower and dress. Our Lord had laid out clothes for us that
resize charmed and designated whose was whose by our masks. After dressing we
walked to the door that presumably led to his sitting room. Our suspension was
confirmed when we walked in to see him sitting in a wingback chair near the
fire writing in a notebook with out cushions by his feet. Floating on a tray
were plates of fruit and bowls of porridge which floated to us.
We sit leaning against his feet and start eating as, without looking at us, he
starts talking, "I know this is a rather sudden change but I expect the both of
you to be leaders in my army. You are seconds only to me. You have full
permission to punish any who question your authority, just do not kill or
permanently damage anyone without permission." He finally looks at us, "Of I
understand the ritual you two used, you are both psychopaths now, correct?" At
our confirmation he continues, "I assume Azazel is the more dominate," I agree,
"Azazel, I'd like you to take command of my fighters with Lucifer as your lead
strategist." Lucifer looks up, "I know you are the planner, my Lucifer. Just as
I know Azazel is fighter.
"Lucifer, Azazel, if your addiction starts to affect you too strongly, you WILL
let me know. Though it is my hope that having you sit in my aura, you will not
be adversely affected. However, with as strongly as the one ritual seems to
have addicted you, you may need more dark magic. With that in mind, and
Azazel's temperament, I will be keying you both into my personal dueling room."
Lucifer and I exchange wicked grins, "My Lord, if I am to be a commander,
shouldn't they see my fighting ability?"
He gives me a calculating look, "You are proposing a demonstrative duel? Very
well, you and I shall duel this afternoon. I will summon them after lunch."
My eyes widen at the thought of dueling my master, "Azazel, there is no need to
fear dueling me. I am cruel, but I take care of what is mine."
Confused, I say, "Master, I am not afraid. I am excited. It is an honour to
duel you. Besides, I'm not sure I can feel fear anymore."
"Very well, let us go meet with my elite. I will need to summon Severus as
well."
*** Severus's POV ***
Sitting in the meeting room with the rest of the Elite was rather terrifying,
the terror was tangible to all of us. The cause was the two newly corronated
Dark Princes sitting to either side of the Dark Lord.
"My loyal," he started with a hard glint in his eyes, "I want it clear among
you, my Princes have higher standing than all of you. They are second only to
me and will be differed to under all circumstances. They have free reign to
punish any who challenge them. You are expected to lead by example for the
lower ranks.
"Azazel is taking on the position of commander and Lucifer is strategist. You
will report to them."
I feel myself blanching. The boy I tormented through the past four and a half
years is now my commander and he is a complete psychopath. My days are
numbered.
Then, Rabastan, the idiot, opens his mouth, "My Lord, how can he lead your
armies? He's only fifteen and he's insane! We all saw it last night; he laughed
through your Crucio!"
The three at the head of the table let him speak, but their eyes spoke of rage.
Azazel's eyes, this demon could no longer be identified as Harrison James
Potter, started glowing like the killing curse would spill out. Our Lord's eyes
looked like the glowing red of a fiendfire. And Lucifer, for even Lucius could
no longer see his son in this being, had the look of molten silver swirling in
his eyes.
Once Rabastan stopped and saw the promise of death directed at him, he paled as
though no blood was left in his face. Lucifer stood first.
"Come here," he commanded in a tone brooking no argument. "Kneel."
Azazel and the Dark Lord had stood but we're content to watch Lucifer assert
himself. And assert himself he did, gripping Rabastan's hair he jerks his head
back.
"You dare question Our Lord's choice! You dare question the competence of your
Prince!" He smirks and presses his finger to Rabastan's forehead and whispers a
curse. If you watched his face you could see the small shiver at the Dark Magic
as Rabastan started screaming back arching in pain. Lucifer let it go on for a
full minute before removing his finger and letting go of his hair letting him
slump at his feet.
He flicked his molten eyes at the rest of us, "Let that be a lesson," and he,
Azazel and the Dark Lord retook their seats as though nothing happened.
My Lord started the conversation back up, "Any further questions? No, then I
need you all to set up the dueling arena. Azazel and I will be demonstrating
why he is to be commander. Have it ready by 13:30. I will be summoning all our
forces immediately following lunch. Severus, you may return to Hogwarts as long
as you are back when I summon everyone. I'm sure the old man will enjoy seeing
how ruined he is."
Oh, this war has been decided. Dumbledore has no hope.
***** Wanna Play With Me? *****
I can't control myself... I feel like someone else... I'm gonna break you heart
and get away murder ~~Jeffree Star
**** Wanna Play? ****
*** Dumbledore's POV ***
I can't admit to anyone, but I'm very worried. Harrison Potter has gone Dark.
What is happening? Hopefully Severus can tell me more. And that memory he gave
us last night, the image of Voldemort was blurry throughout. As if Severus had
some kind of charm, protecting his knowledge of the Voldemort's image.
The floo chimes and, for the second day in a row, Severus looks terrified.
Terror resonates through me, "What's happened now Severus?"
He calls an elf for Fire Whiskey and downs two shots before speaking, "He had
given them the two highest ranking positions in his army. Prince Azazel is
commander over all the Dark Forces. Prince Lucifer is head strategist. With
their skills, insanity, Dark Thrall addiction and utter psychopathy, they will
be unstoppable.
"And before you mention anything about the ranks revolting for their newness
and age, Prince Lucifer had Rabastan LeStrange in tears on his knees after
merely pressing his finger to his forehead for disparaging Prince Azazel's
mental state or age. To top it off, the Dark Lord intends to hold a
demonstrative duel with Prince Azazel to display the Prince's abilities."
Dispair fills me, "Severus, what went wrong? He was the perfect Savior. Ready
to do anything for the greater good. What happened to Harry Potter?"
Severus meets my eyes for the first time since entering the room, "Albus, Harry
Potter and Draco Malfoy don't exist anymore. Whatever happened over break, I
can honestly say I don't know what it was, they are no longer the school boys
we knew. Even Lucius says that there is no trace of his son left in Prince
Lucifer. Frankly, they are human in form only. They are now beings of pure
Black magic."
*** Lucifer's POV ***
I'm enjoying looking at Azazel and my Lord in dueling robes. They are delicious
looking. My Lord has me wear some too. Depending on the length of his duel, he
says he may have Azazel and I team duel Severus and Bellatrix (though the two
death eaters don't know that yet).
The the arena is set up in the field behind the Manor. After the two enter the
rune stone circle, my Lord will place the last stone and an impenetrable sheild
will dome over them. All curses are permissable except the Avada.
Finally the time has come, all the Death Eaters are sitting in stands to see
the duel. I'm hidden out of site since my Lord doesn't trust someone to try
something when he is preoccupied. They enter and seal the ring, casting a
Sonorus.
"Are you ready, my Prince?" My Lord taunts, wearing his snake visage.
"Of course, my Lord. Wanna play now?" Azazel quips back flirtatiously.
From where I'm standing I see the dangerous lust settle behind my Lord's eyes.
They present empty hands and bow formally then immediately start flinging
wandless silent curses. Watching them, it seems almost like an erotic,
dangerous dance; the sexual tension is almost tangible. The spells are being
cast at astounding speed. When Azazel starts using his elemental magic, he
finally brings out his wand, actually it's Dumbledore's wand. My Lord does the
same with his wand, though with their empty hands they continue casting
wandlesdly.
After the hour mark, it's obvious they are equally matched. Then a Dark smirk
crosses Azazel's face, and the rush of Black magic floods the field. Even my
Lord hesitates, and a wraith is in front of Azazel. A string of foreign words
that sound like rattling bones flow from his lips and the wraith circles around
my Lord, whose eyes are wide.
When the Dark Lord nods his concession, the wraith vanishes and silence reigns,
"You have done the impossible, my Prince. I am thoroughly impressed, though I
was unaware that you are a Necromancer. And to summon a wraith on a whim during
daylight, obviously a powerful one."
"My Lord, I was unaware until the shadows told me as we dueled. They only
started speaking when I took the old fool's wand." He tells our Lord.
" Interesting. We will be exploring this talent. Severus and Bellatrix come
into the ring. Lucifer join us." He moves the locking rune for us to enter.
"Severus, Bellatrix, I want you two to team up against our Princes. I will be
stepping out and Azazel will replace the rune. Only Avada is restricted. My
Princes, show them all why you are my chosen."
He stepped out, the rune replaced and formalities honored before the curses
started flying. It was so natural to fight with Azazel beside me. A tango of
danger against the two older death eaters. Azazel and I using our wandless,
silent, dual casting, and elemental talents at ease with a cooperation many
don't achieve for decades. After 45 minutes the two conceded instead facing the
deeper shame of losing.
As soon as the wards were taken down, every death eater kneeled as one to us.
***** Unimpeachable *****
Chapter Summary
     After math of the duels.
     Also, in originally in the last chapter I had Lucifer understanding
     Parsel, I changed it because I realized it didn't fit with my story
     plans. Sorry if anyone got confused.
**** Unimpeachable ****
*** Voldemort's POV ***
They're kneeling.
Every. Single. Death Eater. Is. Kneeling. Unprompted.
This is better than I had hoped. They now acknowledge why I decided to take
them as seconds. Though with that display, I may have to take them as equals.
Azazel bested me, yes I will have to make them equals. Lucifer won't accept
still being a Prince if Azazel is a Lord. I saw how he reacted last night when
he thought I'd leave him out while focusing on Azazel. I cannot let him become
too jealous.
Azazel's voice brought me out of my musing, "Rise, Death Eaters. I trust you
will not doubt Prince Lucifer or myself any longer?" There was a dangerous note
to his voice that promised pain to anyone stupid enough to continue to doubt.
A chorus of "Of course, my Prince" was met with nods then the two Princes
looked at each other and everyone felt the increase in the sexual tension
created by the meeting of lust filled eyes. Especially when those eyes snapped
over to me.
I cleared my throat, "As all of you are already here and bore witness, I
believe the Princes are better matched at being Lords alongside me." I glance
at them, "Do you agree, my Dark Angels?"
Azazel smirks as if he knew all along it would come to bring equals and Lucifer
looked mildly shocked but pleased. Azazel spoke for the two of them, "We would
be honored, my Lord."
I beckoned them over to my sides. As always Azazel to my right and Lucifer to
my left.
"My Lord, if it is your wish, I know an ancient Lordship bonding spell. It does
not require a marriage bonding official, so I can do it now. It would solidify
the equal standing of Lucifer and myself to the Death Eaters. If it is not your
wish, I will never bring it up again."
I can tell from the look in his eyes that there is more to his desire to do
this than he stated, but I'm not sure what. He may be insane but he is still
dangerously intelligent and cunning, and with his lack of emotional attachment
it compounds the danger. At the same time, I have a feeling this is undoubtedly
the best way forward.
I look up at my, our, folowers, "You bear witness to the bonding of your
Lords."
Azazel arranges our right arms so that his hand is gripping my wrist, I'm
gripping Lucifer's and Lucifer is gripping Azazel's. Azazel holds is left hand
over the triangle and starts chanting so quietly that I cannot hear him. An
emerald, ruby and silver whispy glow flows along our joined wrists. After the
glow fades and we release each other, I see what's happened.
There are now bonded marks on each of us. It has the Dark Mark in red with a
green crown on the skull and silver angel wings framing it. I meet Azazel's
eyes, "You planned this from the moment you came to meet me."
"Perhaps," he smirks.
I half heartedly glare at him, "Remarkably foresighted of you."
He exchanges glances with Lucifer, "Told you it'd take less than a week to
prove we're his equals." Then looking back at me, "Perhaps we should dismiss
our followers?" I gesture for him to do so.
"As you just saw Lord Voldemort, Lord Lucifer and myself are all bonded.
Meaning, Lord Lucifer and I can both summon you just as Lord Voldemort can. We
both have all the same power over your marks and your loyalty oaths are shared
among us. Now, you are all dismissed. Severus, Bellatrix, I enjoyed our duel.
Severus, have fun giving the old man the memory. By the way, Harry Potter is
dead, your oath no longer stands. Choose well."
I watch with a small amount of awe at his handling of them, as if he'd done it
his whole life. Because of his handling, I leave is parting words to Severus
unchallenged. His natural ability as a Dark Lord is unimpeachable. Both of my
bonded are, truly, naturals.
*** Severus's POV ***
I make it back to Hogwarts in a daze. I know which side in this war I have to
take to survive. But I don't know how to keep my farce up.
As soon as I enter Albus's office I extract the memories and deposit them into
his penseive. He enters the memory and I sit and wait.
He emerges pale faced and visibly worried, "Severus, what does this mean? How
did he know of your oath? Why does he say he's dead? He is quite obviously
alive."
"Albus, this means that there is now a group of Dark Lords working together
against you! I do not know how he learned of the oath. And obviously he means
his life as Harry Potter is over. He is denouncing his old life. Killing it
off. He fully intends to live as Dark Lord Azazel now."
Left unsaid and unknown to him is that I am just as fully loyal to my Lords as
the other Death Eaters now.
***** Coming Out *****
Chapter Summary
     How do school boys turned psychopaths come out as Dark Lords? And
     that they've bonded to the current Dark Lord???
     **Violence and Smut Ahead**
**** Coming Out ****
*** Lucifer's POV ***
I feel as though I could fly. Or tear down a castle. Or destroy an army single
handedly.
Logically I know it's the rush from the magic I've been using. And probably
from having an entire army kneel to me, too.
I turn to my bondmates as the last death eater leaves, looking at both of them,
"Fuck me."
I see both Voldemort's and Azazel's eyes light up. I can feel the wards change
and assume that the apparition wards were just locked. Azazel banishes the
clothes from the three of us into three piles near a tree close to us and
Voldemort shifts to his human form.
The arousal I've felt since watching Azazel and Voldemort dueling (actually
since watching them dress) rushes through me even stronger. I drop to my knees
in front of Voldemort and look up at him as I lick the sensitive vein along the
underside of his cock before sliding him into my mouth. I am so focused on
pleasuring my eldest bondmate and the beautiful moans he that I hadn't realized
that Azazel was crouching behind me until I felt the cleansing, stretching, and
lubrication charms wash over me. I moan when I feel them and Voldemort shivers
then pulls out of my mouth.
"Hush, Lucifer," he smirks, "You'll get it back. Just in a different hole."
I let out a whimpering moan and feel a second stronger stretching charm wash
over my arse then I'm being pulled into straddling Azazel and Voldemort is
behind me.
*** Voldemort's POV ***
I feel like I should have been more startled when I heard Azazel's voice in my
head. Lucifer's mouth was just so sinfully warm and his tongue so flexible.
"We should both fuck him at the same time. He loves having his arse stretched."
I groan as Lucifer swirls his tongue over the head if my painfully hard cock.
"Ok, you... mmmm... you prep him. I'm a bit busy at the moment. God's be
damned! Did he learn to do this with you?"
I vaguely watch Azazel crouch behind Lucifer, but then my mind is flooded by an
image of myself getting sucked off by Lucifer.
You and he are truly delicious to watch. And yes, everything he and I know we
learned on each other. We've experimented with quite a few things. He likes to
be bound and hurt while getting fucked roughly. I enjoy doing it to him. I like
receiving it, too. As I'm sure realized this morning when I instigated you
cutting me, I figured you'd react that way. He doesn't like to deal it out much
in sex. He's very submissive in bed, he'll get dominant occasionally but mainly
only if he feels the need to assert his claim. I'm a switch. And obviously you
are quite dominant. He is a masochist. I'm a sadomasochist. And you are
certainly a sadist but I'm unsure of any masochistic tendencies
"I'm gonna lay down. When you're ready I'll pull him into my lap then you get
behind him."
A bit stunned by what he told me and Lucifer's moaning affecting me a bit too
much, I pull out of his mouth. I bite my lip at his whine even as it makes my
cock twitch. Azazel pulls Lucifer over his lap and I kneel in the grass behind
him. Azazel grasps his and my cock together making both of us moan and conjures
lube over us. He lines us up with Lucifer's hole and I grasp Lucifer's hips
slowly pulling him down, kissing and biting at his shoulders and back.
All three of us are groaning through the slow entrance into Lucifer. Finally
Azazel and I are fully into him and we're gasping for air as we struggle to
hold still inside the tight heat.
"Salazar, move please! Now! Fuck me now!" He manages to moan and yell
simultaneously.
No further words needed. Azazel and I start pumping into him.
"Fucking hell, Lucifer, so tight!" Azazel moans, thrusting up as I pull back.
The sensation has me on edge already. Especially since Azazel is sending me the
images of Lucifer's face so flushed and gasping with need and his cock as he
fists himself in time to our thrusts.
Suddenly the already tight space is tighter as Lucifer screams his orgasm.
Followed by loud groans from Azazel as I feel his cock pulses against mine and
his release floods around me. Then I'm following them over the edge as my
orgasm tears through me.
We all collapse in a heap on the ground sated.
Lucifer casts a cleaning charm, "You two are animals."
*** Azazel's POV ***
After laying on the ground for a while, I charm our clothes back onto us.
"My Lord, I--"
"Azazel, you and Lucifer do not need to address me thus. You two alone may call
me Marvolo. You are Dark Lords along side me, we have equal standing."
I smirk, "Very well. Marvolo, I believe a raid is in order so that Lucifer and
I can come out to the world. A show of strength."
He looks over at me as he sits, "Where are you thinking?"
Lucifer sits up with a slight wince, "It's still early enough that Diagon would
be busy."
I nod approvingly and Marvolo seems to be thinking, "Very well. We'll call the
Death Eaters in thirty minutes."
"Oh no, Marvolo. Just the three of us. Apparating into the middle of Diagon.
Toss some curses around until Dumbledore shows up. Themneach of us throw up the
mark. Mine would be green. Lucifer's I imagine will be silver. I'm uncertain if
yours will remain unchanged or red. Then we pop out."
Marvolo looks at me seeming calculating, "Did you just come up with that?"
I smirk, "Yes."
We got up and did just that. Marvolo shifted to his snake like form and Lucifer
and I got our masks back on. We apparated into the busy streets of Diagon Ally
and the screams when Lord Voldemort was spotted were beautiful. Then some
idiotic bold asshole stepped forward demanding to know what we wanted. Cedric
Diggory I realized, second place to me in the TriWizard Tournament.
I smirked, "Just introducing ourselves, Mr. Diggory. I am the Dark Lord Azazel.
My blond companion is the Dark Lord Lucifer. We are bondmates to the Dark Lord
Voldemort."
We easily deflect the curses heading our way and start returning fire with some
entrails expelling and blood boiling curses amongst other equally Dark spells.
People were dropping left and right when finally Dumbledore showed up.
"Boys, what are you doing?"
I look at him while casting a silent Sonorus and a few sheild charms, "Hello
Albus, just some post coital fun."
He sighed, "Harry, I don't know why you went to the Dark Lord but you and Draco
should come back. We'll figure this out!"
Screams of terror and outrage sounded around us as I glared at him, "Harry
Potter is no longer my name old man. My name is Dark Lord Azazel. And he is no
longer Draco Malfoy. He is Dark Lord Lucifer."
With that we toss some random Sectumsempres, throw up our marks (Voldemort's
did change to red) and three of us apparated out.
***** Diagon Alley Masacre *****
Chapter Notes
     So I got a laptop but it'll be a little while before I'm set up with
     Internet. Hopefully I'll be able to start posting from it soon. Once
     I'm able too I'll be able to proofread easier too, it's just
     difficult to proofread from my phone.
     Ummmm... anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter:)
**** Diagon Alley Massacre ****
*** Daily Prophet ***
THREE DARK LORDS; MASSACRE IN THE ALLEY
Yesterday evening saw the usual bustle of shoppers and meal goers in Diagon
Alley. That is, until You-Know-Who and two masked wizards apparated into the
middle of the Alley. Naturally, panic ensued when the snake like visage of You-
Know-Who was recognized.
Out of the madness, the second place champion of last year's TriWizard
Tournament, Cedric Diggory bravely shouted out questioning the triad on why
they were there.
The dark haired wizard in a green mask lined with what appeared to be diamonds
and rubies stepped forward. He addressed Mr. Diggory by name and said they were
simply there to introduce themselves.
The dark haired wizard called himself the Dark Lord Azazel. The other wizard
with him was blond with a silver mask with emeralds and rubies and was
introduced as the Dark Lord Lucifer. Then of course You-Know-Who was
introduced, but not simply as another Dark Lord. He was introduced as their
bondmate.
That's right. You-Know-Who is now bonded to two new Dark Lords.
At that point yesterday, the crowd tried to attack the triad and ended up being
attacked. The three dark lords were casting deadly curses left and right,
wandlesdly and silently. All that was heard was screams and Dark Lord Azazel's
and Dark Lord Lucifer's laughter.
After several long minutes of slaughter Albus Dumbledore and his team showed
up. Upon seeing him, the triad stopped casting and watched him.
He asked them what they were doing and it was again Dark Lord Azazel who
answered stating that they were out for "post-coital fun." As if massacring the
British wizarding populace is just a game.
Then Albus Dumbledore called him Harry Potter! And referred to Dark Lord
Lucifer as Draco Malfoy (those who witnessed the encounter and survived did say
that his hair certainly looked to be the traditional Malfoy blond shade).
This form of address seemed to have enraged the trio of Dark Lords and Azazel
called out: 'Harry Potter is no longer my name old man. My name is Dark Lord
Azazel. And he is no longer Draco Malfoy. He is Dark Lord Lucifer.'
The three cast a few more curses and then sent Dark Marks up before apparating
out.
In the end Aurors didn't show up until afterwards. 37 witches and wizards were
killed. 23 are in St. Mungos.
For eyewitness accounts and a list of the dead see page four.
*** Severus's POV ***
I'm struggling not to show how impressed I am with My Lords. Killing and
maiming that many, in broad daylight, without a single injury to themselves,
before the aurors could even react. It's unheard of.
But I have to pretend to be outraged and mortified. I need to be angered, not
envious of their talent.
Dumbledore finally floos into the Order's headquarters at Grimmauld Place. The
already loud group reaches new records in noise before he gets them to shut up.
"What you read in the paper is true. Harry Potter has joined Voldemort as a
Dark Lord, as has Draco Malfoy. If what was said yesterday is true, the three
have bonded and if Harry's crude comment is true, they are bedmates as well.
"I know nothing more than that. Severus, from the memory you showed me
yesterday can I presume you knew nothing in advance of the attack?"
"Of course, Albus, you can presume whatever you like. But, I did not know they
were planning anything. And, if the interaction between these three Lords is
anything to go by, they are certainly bedmates. They ooze sexual tension when
they are together. They have since the moment they met two nights ago." I drawl
smoothly.
Black leaps up, "No, I cannot - will not - believe this! Harry wouldn't do
something like this! It must be imperio or something!"
I look at him blank faced, "Potter cannot be imperio'd. He can throw it off.
And beside that, the Dark Mark cannot be cast while under any compulsion, be it
spell or potion. It must be done with free will."
Black's face seemed to almost melt, "Then what happened to him? How did he go
from the boy we knew, to being a monster?"
Dumbledore spoke, "That is what we all want to know. Where did we go wrong? And
how will we defeat a trio of Dark Lords without the one who was predestined?"
***** Talking to Shadows and Raising the Dead *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter is set at the same time as Dumbledore's meeting with the
     Order from the previous chapter.
Chapter Notes
     Hey loves,
     I'm starting a new job tomorrow so I'm not entirely sure how often
     I'll be able to update. But, my toddler will be at my mom's house for
     a few days so maybe I'll get some more writing done with out her
     climbing all over me lol
     Anyway, enjoy <3
**** Talking to Shadows and Raising the DeadAzazel's POV ****
"AZAZEL SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"
I instantly drop into a seat near where I'd been bouncing around in the library
after finding Salazar Slytherin's own necromancy journal but I was too excited
to stay quiet, "Marvolo, you won't believe what I found. Well, actually the
shadows told me where it was. But it's amazing! I can't wait to try some of
these rituals! There's one that---"
"AZAZEL!" Marvolo cut me off, "Can you settle down and tell me what it is
instead of rambling?"
I smirk, "Salazar Slytherin's necromancy journal."
His red eyes widen, "Let me see it!"
I pass it to him, still smirking.
He flips through it, then glares up at me, "What language is this? I can't read
anything!"
"Deathspeak. The language of Shadows and Death. True necromantic language
cannot be learned, it's a magical gift; similar to Parseltounge."
He looks up at me, "You said the Shadows only started to talk to you recently.
Do you know why you only just came into the gift?"
"Yes."
He growls at me after I don't explain. "...and the reason is?"
"The Shadows told me it's because I now have two of the three Hallows. The
Cloak was a family heirloom and I won the Deathstick off Dumbledore when I
disarmed him. The Shadows say I need the Gaunt ring from you. I can return your
horcrux to you from it if you give it to me, or transfer it to a different
item."
"Azazel, are you telling me you have been chosen to be the Master of Death? And
I turned the Resurrection Stone into a horcrux?" Marvolo looked rather pale...
well more than usual.
I cock my head to the side and flicked my tongue to taste his emotions, "Yes.
There's no reason to be worried. The Shadows say as long as you return the
Stone nothing bad will happen but Dumbledore suspects you have horcruxes and
plans to start hunting them. He will destroy it if it is not retrieved."
He slumped down in his chair. It's very unlike him and I'm not sure I
understand what's wrong even after tasting the air, but move on.
"Well, that's all the Shadows wanted me to tell you. I'm to go practice
reanimating some corpses, not as Infiri though. These will behave like like
they did as living people, but I have complete control. They'll be perfect
spies if we catch an order member or two."
With that I pick up the book he had put on a table and skip out to find a
graveyard.
*** Voldemort's POV ***
How does Azazel know about my horcruxes?
Did the Shadows tell him?
Or did Dumbledore tell him and that's how he knows Dumbledore will be hunting
them soon?
Can the Shadows predict the future?
Or do they just know what's happening in other places?
Would they spy for us?
"...wait did he just say he's going to practice raising the dead?!?"
I run out to the hall looking for Azazel and find Bellatrix talking to Lucifer,
both of whom appear shocked at the sight of me running.
"Have either of you seen Azazel?" I yell as I skid to a stop in a way I haven't
since I was a teen at Hogwarts.
Lucifer composes himself first, "He just apparated out of the entry hall.
Before he left he looked at me and said if I saw you chase after him to tell
you 'Little Hangleton' and that you would know where he went."
I groan, "When I catch him, I will Crucio him until his ears bleed. Bloody
insane idiot!" I took off running for the entry hall to apparate.
Five minutes later I'm in the graveyard in Little Hangleton where I was
resurrected. I don't see Azazel so I use the link.
AZAZEL you better get your fucking arse over here before I acio you to me!
He just skips over to me from around a mausoleum. "Hey, Marvolo! The Shadows
told me to wait because you'd be coming after me and they didn't want me to be
distracted during the ritual. Did you want to watch?"
"Merlin, Azazel! You told me you were about to summon the dead and then you
skip out of the library! I would Crucio you if I didn't know that would just
make you horny. You shouldn't do rituals like that alone!"
He looks puzzled. Is his mind really that shattered? He flickeres his tongue,
"Why not? The Shadows are here to help me. So I'm not really alone anyway."
"Azazel, horrible things can go wrong with Necromancy."
He glances at me, "Ok, just stay out of the way."
He walks up to a grave and holds both hands out palms up and closes his eyes. I
can feel the rush of black magic. Blacker than any magic I've ever felt. His
hands start to glow a dark purple and he starts chanting in that language from
the duel. The sky goes dark as if it were midnight and not noon.
The ministry will know about this soon, I hope this doesn't take too long. Just
in case we get some uninvited guests, I cast a ward and shift my appearance.
I hear the cadence of his chant change and the shadows near him start moving. A
screaming sound comes from the ground around the grave he's focusing on and it
starts to bulge.
At that moment I hear the cracks of apparition and I know the Aurors are here
and I'm not surprised by the sound of Dumbledore's voice. I am however amused
by the look on his face.
"Tom, what is Harry doing?" He looks drawn, and scared. Thoroughly terrified
really, just like the Aurors surrounding my ward.
"That is no longer my name Dumbledore and you know it. And Azazel is practicing
his new found talent. I believe he's nearly done." I smirked at the alarmed
expressions on the Aurors' faces.
I look back over in time to see the dirt move aside into a pike and an old man
climb out looking very much alive. He stood and brushed the dirt off his
sleeves. As Azazel looked over at me and grinned, the sky went back to normal.
"Told you I'd be fine-- oh." He realized we were surrounded, "Perhaps, you were
right. Oh well, good thing you followed me, otherwise I'd have a rabid infiri
instead of a reanimant. But look at me being so inconsiderate to our guests.
How are you today sirs? Did you like my spell work? I'm not sure how much you
saw as I was preoccupied upon your arrival."
Dumbledore looked alarmed at Azazel's joyful mood, "Harry--"
Azazel's eyes went hard, "I'd thank you to use my correct name, Albus."
"Very well," Dumbledore sighed, "Lord Azazel, what is it that you did? Why are
you creating infiri?"
"Did you not hear me talking with Voldemort just now? It is not an infiri. It
is a reanimant. I called it forth, obviously. Anyway, I was just testing the
ritual. I'm done with it now." He flicks his hand and the reanimate caught
fire, screaming as a live person would as he burned.
Azazel grinned as the body collapsed to ashes and the smell of burnt flesh
filled the air. The Aurors and even Dumbledore looked sick.
I placed my hand on Azazel's shoulder, "Well, gentlemen, we must be going. I'm
sure Lucifer will want us there for tea. Until next time." I drop the wards and
apparate us back to the Manor."
***** Questions and Plans *****
Chapter Notes
     So first, I'm apologizing for the lack of true plot thus far. I'm
     hoping that this chapter will help fix that issue. I wanted to do a
     bit of character development but in doing so left out the plot.
     Now, that said this chapter is going to focus mainly on Voldemort and
     his plans and how he'll incorporate our favorite Fallen Angels.
     Please feel free to comment with suggestions and ideas. I know where
     I want to go with this but getting there is proving more challenging
     than I anticipated.
**** Questions and Plans ****
*** Voldemort's POV ***
As I drink my tea with Azazel and Lucifer I figure it's time to ask some
questions.
"Lucifer, Azazel, what do you want from this war?"
"We want to rule. First the British wizarding world, then all of Britain. From
there, we take the rest of the world. We simply want to rule." Azazel nods his
agreement after Lucifer finishes speaking.
I raise an eyebrow, "Do you care about the reforms that I'm planning?"
Azazel answers this time, "No, but I will fight for them as long as I get to
rule. Lucifer knows how to win allies in the political realm. I know once I
claim my Potter Lordship and any others I may inherit, as I plan to have the
Goblins preform an inheritance test for any forgotten lines, I'll use my
Wizengammot seats towards your causes. But when it comes down to it, I don't
really care."
Lucifer met my eyes, "As long as we get to rule, shared with you or not, we
don't care what has to be done to win the war. We'll do what needs to be done."
And I heard the unspoken threat there. They will be my allies, no doubt, but if
I don't hold up to my promise, I'll have made two very powerful enemies. Just
as I'm using them to win this war, they are using me to establish their reign.
"What are your thoughts on blood purity?"
Azazel cock an eyebrow at me and Lucifer looks like he's holding back laughter,
"Marvolo, he's a half-blood. His mother was a mudblood, remember? On that note,
aren't you a half-blood? Muggle father, near-squib mother. Blood isn't
important to me outside of status. Power is what matters." I nearly crucio
Lucifer for bringing that up but when he mentions power I look at Azazel who
meets my eyes and smirks.
"There is no good or evil. Only power and those too weak to seek it. Isn't that
right, Marvolo? On blood status though, I don't care. Magical power is all I
care about. But if you want to hunt mudbloods and muggles we can. Though I'm
not sure how that advances our war."
I nod, "Azazel, can you tell me more about the Shadows and how they know the
things they know?"
Azazel grins, "I was wondering when you'd ask. People think shadows are just
places that are empty of light, but they are also places of magic. The Shadows,
are beings made of that magic. They can be anywhere, anytime; which is how they
know of your little trinkets. I can use them to travel, so I can retrieve your
diary and the teenage ghostly version of yourself from the Chamber since the
wards cannot block Shadow travel. They will agree to spy for us occasionally if
we'd like. They can speak mentally to me, that's how they're teaching me to
master my necromantic powers. Anything else you want to know?"
"Can they tell me if Albus has possession of any of my horcruxes?"
Azazel cocks his head to the side, "They say no, but the locket is not in the
cave. It's in the Black house, Regulus stole it but was turned into an infiri
in his attempt to escape. He called his house elf to take and destroy the
locket. He has failed."
I sigh, "How will we get it now?"
"Azazel will shadow in, get it, and leave." Lucifer states.
***** A Very Unexpected Letter *****
Chapter Notes
     Ok, I apologize for how short the chapter last night was, I was
     planning a longer chapter but was tired after work so I ended it and
     posted.
     This letter involves a plot twist. A Very major one. I hope you enjoy
     it. Tell me what you think!
**** A Very Unexpected Letter ****
*** Azazel's POV ***
I just got back from a very uneventful trip to rescue the locket and there's
and owl waiting for me at the edge of the wards on the Manor. Marvolo and
Lucifer are waiting for me just inside the wards watching the owl.
I walk across the lawn to them, "Is there a reason you haven't let the owl in?"
Marvolo gives me a blank look, "We don't know who sent it. Since it doesn't
have access, that means it is someone who is not recognized by or keyed into
the wards."
"Well, I can tell you now that is Sirius Black's owl." I cock my head,
thinking, "I'm going to read it." With that I step out of the wards and the owl
came to me.
Marvolo and Lucifer both started yelling at me but I ignored them. I Avada'd
the owl and started casting a slew of detection spells on the letter. When the
all came back clear, I cast a charm to open the ether at a distance in case
there was a potion or powder that the spells didn't catch. Only once I was
truly sure it was clean did I pick up the letter. As an afterthought I grabbed
the bird's corpse, too, and mentally asked the Shadows Can I turn the bird into
a reanimant?
Yes
I clock my brow at Marvolo and Lucifer, silently asking, "Do you think I'm
stupid?" They both had the good sense to at least look ashamed for doubting me.
Inside, I went straight to the study and once Marvolo had sat down in his usual
chair, I sat at his feet and unfolded the letter to read.
*** Sirius's POV: after the Diagon Alley Massacre meeting ***
I don't know what to do or think after the meeting. I'm sobbing because I've
failed Harry. Uncaring of my mother's portrait I scream for Remus to come into
my room.
I hear him running down the hall from where I'm slumped against the wall in my
room. I look up at him uncaring of the tears and how my face must be red and
puffy, "What can I do, Remus? He's so far gone in the Dark. I've lost him. Just
like I lost Regulus. How can I fix it?"
Remus sits beside me and pulls me into a hug, "This is something I don't know
how to handle, Siri. I'm scared, too, but I don't think we can do anything.
Mooney wants his cub, but unless we go join him, I expect we'll see him next
over crossed wands. As long as we're in the Order and he is ruling in the Death
Eaters we are enemies. Like you said, he's too far gone to turn back, and I
don't know if I Luke true idea of joining him."
I look at him, on some level, joining the Dark doesn't seem so bad if I can be
with Harry, or Azazel as he goes by now, "Remus, did Lily and James ever tell
you the secret about Harry?"
He looks confused, "What secret?"
I smile sadly, "He isn't James's son by birth. He's mine. James preformed a
blood adoption when he was a day old. So he's got more Black blood than
Potter."
Remus just stares at me for a few moments, "How?"
"Lily and he got in a fight one night right before he got sent on an
assignment. I couldn't go because of desk duty, so James had asked me to stay
with Lily since he didn't know how long he'd be gone. When I got there, she'd
already been in the firewhiskey. She pushed a glass in my hand as soon as I
stepped through the Floo. She was telling me about the fight and I gave her a
hug. She kissed me after that and it went from there. We'd both had way too
much to drink. The next morning we were horrified with ourselves. We told James
immediately when he got home. I'm sure you remember that month where James and
Lilly were nearly divorcing right before she found out she was pregnant and
neither of them wanted me around? She found out she was pregnant and things
were still tense but started getting better. That was the reason, James was
crushed when he found out that Harry was mine, but we decided that a modified
blood adoption was the best plan so that he and I would both be his fathers. it
was rough but we worked it out. Then they were gone and I was in Azkaban and we
never got to tell him. Now how he's insane, disavowed his own name, and joined
Voldemort as a Dark Lord and he certainly seemed interested in joining his bed,
too, probably already has based on what he's said."
Remus looks confused and sad, "Well, he needs to know. Send him a letter.
Explain it to him. He may not care. He may want to see you. We can't really
know unless we try." He holds me tighter, "Think about it okay, Siri. And no
matter what you decide and what happens, I'll be beside you."
*** Sirius's Letter to Azazel ***
Dark Lord Azazel,
So much has happened, pup... I hope I can still call you that, I know you don't
allow anyone to call you by your birth name anymore, at least that's what I've
heard.
I have something important to tell you, so I hope you are reading this...
James Potter wasn't your birth father, I am. He blood adopted you at a day old
to make you a Potter without removing your Black heritage. Lilly and I made a
mistake one night while James was working. So instead of James being your
father, you are my son. You are not the mistake, please understand I don't
think of you that way; I will always love you. The mistake was betraying best
friend with his wife.
I don't know what you'll want to do now that you know, but as you need to know
you are the Black Heir, I knew I needed to tell you. I should have told you a
long time ago, but I was too worried. And no one aside from James, Lilly and I
knew the truth, so telling you meant telling at very least Remus. Now you,
Remus and I know, and I assume you'll tell your bond mates.
I miss you, pup. If you ever want to talk, you can owl me. You know where I am.
With Love,
Sirius Black
***** Isn't That Interesting *****
Chapter Summary
     Reactions to the letter. And what will Sirius do?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
**** Isn't That Interesting ****
*** Azazel's POV ***
I fold the letter up and set it down. This was definitely an unexpected
development. I'm not truly a Potter. I'm not entirely sure I care either.
"Well, now, that is unexpected," Lucifer had picked up the letter nearly as
soon as I had set it down.
"Yeah, but it's whatever. Just means I inherit the Back Lordship after Sirius
dies. Oh, and Bellatrix is my cousin. So are you and your mother," I laugh. "We
unknowingly followed Black family tradition," I joke.
Lucifer looks mildly appalled and Marvolo, confused, "Azazel, you truly don't
care that all along you thought your father was dead when that man wasn't even
related to you? Do you want to try to bring Black over as a follower?"
I snort, "You still haven't clued in that there's no one I have emotional
attachment to any longer? I am possessive of you and Lucifer; but I have no
emotional attachment. Especially not for Sirius. I do know that if I ask, he
will follow me to anything I say. He'd likely bring Remus Lupin with him."
Marvolo gives me a wry look, "Are you going to invite them then? Black was
always an excellent duelist and Fenrir would appreciate his wayward pup
returning. I can provide an owl for you since you killed his."
I smirk, "I won't need your owl, I killed his for a reason. Why do you think I
brought it with me?"
Lucifer's eye widen as he watches me get the owl's body ready for the ritual.
Marvolo realizes what I'm doing and I can sense his approval through the link
before I start the chant. I barely register the darkness from the Shadows
surging to my call, returning the altered soul to the body.
Lucifer, now suitably distracted from the knowledge that we're cousins, looks
very impressed as the Shadows fade and the owl reanimant flutters it's wings
looking at me. "It answers to you now doesn't it?"
"Yes, if I want I can look through it's eyes and listen through it's ears.
Anything it knows, observes, or the like, I'll know. It's the ultimate spy.
Since I'm the only person who can speak in Death's language, no one can detect
the difference. The owl will act as it always has, unless I direct it
otherwise." I summon a quill and parchment and write a quick note.
Sirius, I received your letter. If you and Lupin wish to join the Dark Army you
are welcome to do so. This note is a portkey. It is tuned specifically to your
and Lupin's magical signatures, no one else can use it or be carried by it. If
you trigger it, you are magically binding yourself to myself, Lord Voldemort,
and Lord Lucifer. Leave the owl with The Order.
Dark Lord Azazel
*** Marvolo's POV ***
Well, his parentage explains his ridiculously fast fall into madness. When I
mentally attacked him I must have triggered the Black Madness.
I watch as he sends the owl off with the enchanted note.
*** Sirius's POV ***
He wrote a note back. He wrote BACK!
"REMUS!!! Come here!"
If I wasn't freaking out I would have laughed as the werewolf slid into my room
barely keeping his balance, "What is it? Are you okay?"
"He wrote back. He has extended an invitation to his ranks." I hand him the
letter and watch as his eyes glow amber, meaning his wolf is reading as well
and wants his cub. "I want him, but should we? All it would take is locking
down the house and revoking access which would be easy."
"Let's go then. My loyalty belongs to family before Dumbledore." He holds out
the note as I use my Lordship magic to lock down and seal the house before I
grab the note with him and we pulse our magic into it. I feel the portkey hook
us and grimace when I see where we've landed.
Chapter End Notes
     Soryy it's so short, I wanted to post it before clocking into work.
***** Do you really think that I care? *****
Chapter Notes
     I am so terribly sorry loves! I left you with a cliffhanger like that
     for over a month. I swear I didn't intend to do that to you.
     I was moving and then had issues with the bloody landlady. I cannot
     promise regular updates yet, but hopefully I can be a bit more
     frequent.
     Forgive me?
     Kisses :*
**** Do you really think I care? ****
*** Remus's POV ***
"Siri, what the fuck did you get us into now? This is a bloody dungeon with a
magic suppressing ward!"
Sirius looks confused and betrayed as he looks at me apologetically.
I here a chuckle, "You two thought we'd let you port key directly into our
base?"
Sirius looks up eyes narrowed, "I'm not sure who you are but we were invited.
Lord Azazel sent us an invitation."
I wince even before the Crucio hits him... he really should watch his mouth.
The curse lets up and we see who was watching us.
*** Azazel's POV ***
I'm not surprised Sirius mouthed off instead of being polite in a potentially
hostile situation.
"I'm well aware of who you are and why you're here, Lord Black. I am the one
who sent the portkey, after all. Now would you like a second chance at a good
impression?"
Lupin immediately keeled, "Thank you for your invitation, my lord. I beg your
pardon of my companions rash behavior and rude address."
I'm inwardly impressed with Lupin but don't acknowledge him, instead quirking a
brow at Sirius, waiting to see how he'll react now.
After a moment of stunned silence, he kneels as well, "Forgive me, my lord. I
reacted before thinking. I will make every effort to show the proper respect
from here on forward."
I nod, "See that you do." I spell suppression cuffs on them and open the door,
"Follow me. Do not wander. Until further notice, if you two are not
accompanied, you will be killed on sight."
They paled but kept up with me as I led them to my bondmates.
*** Lucifer's POV ***
I press my hips closer to Marvolo's as he probes my mouth insistently with his
tongue. He bucks up against me where I straddle him on his throne.
We were so caught up in the thorough snogging we, or at least I, didn't notice
the doors open until Azazel spoke with a chuckle, "Again, really? You couldn't
even wait for me to join?"
I look over and see Lupin and Black both seem unsure of how to react. With a
final kiss I reluctantly climb down and pull myself back into my role as Lord
Lucifer.
Marvolo stands as well, "Azazel, I take it these are our.... guests?"
I smirk at his tone as Azazel nods before I speak up, "The Veritaserum is right
here." I pull the vial from my pocket, "However, I can't help but notice they
haven't been very respectful."
Their eyes widen and immediately they drop to their knees, Lupin speaking
first, "My apologies, my Lords. We have never been in any comparable situations
and are as of yet still learning." Black echoed his sentiments.
Marvolo answered them, "We are quite aware of your inexperience, which is why
you were crucio'd immediately. Come sit over here so we can question you."
*** Marvolo's POV ***
The questioning under Veritaserum revealed the were simply very dedicated to
Azazel and would become Death Eaters if only to never fight their 'cub.'
The serum has worn off and Azazel is laying some rules.
"You will have the cuffs until the next meeting when we can reveal you on our
side. You will stay in the suite that you will be shown to soon. You will show
the proper respect to us and the rest of our followers. Understood?"
"Yes, My Lord," both of them respond.
Black looked at Azazel, "My lord, if I may ask, do you have any questions
regarding my fathering of you?"
"No," Azazel seemed to notice the rather hurt expression and laughed, "Do you
really think that I care? Lord Black, I don't care about anything to do with
it. You are here because I want loyal followers. Nothing to do with any kind of
familial association whatsoever. "
***** Master of Death *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
**** Master of Death ****
*** Marvolo's POV ***
Black and Lupin had been escorted to their rooms a few hours ago and Azazel,
Lucifer, and I had gone up to our rooms. They were now asleep after healing the
cuts and soothing the worst of the bruising; however both of them had fallen
asleep without cleaning the blood and cum off their skin.
I look in the mirror over the sink and charm my teeth clean to get rid of the
blood. It amuses me that both of them enjoy blood just as much as myself.
I start up the shower and get in, washing the blood, sweay and cum off. As I'm
lathering my hair, Azazel gets in behind me.
"Decided sleeping covered in bodily fluids isn't for you, my angel?" I tease.
He glares as me but I can see the amusement flashing in his eyes, "Pass me the
soap." I raise my eyebrow expectantly, "Now."
I laugh at him and hold the soap out of his reach, "Now, now, is that any way
to speak to me?"
His expression blanks and suddenly he's holding the soap. "Oh, dear, did you
forget that I have magic? I asked as politely as I ever will the first time,
darling, don't taunt me."
I glare at him, but leave the subject alone. If there's one thing I've figured
out it's that his moodswings can be dangerous, even for his allies.
He suddenly tenses, "Marvolo, you need to go get the ring."
"Why the rush now?"
"Dumbledore is going to the Gaunt house tomorrow night. He will take the ring
if you don't go get it." I freeze, dread pooling in my gut. He flicks his
tongue in snake-like way. "Don't panic. Just go get it, deactivate the curse,
and bring it to me. I'll transfer your soul to whatever vessel you choose and
everything will be fine."
I take a deep breath, And get out of the shower dressing quickly and aparate to
the Gaunt house where I hid the ring. I walk in, careful not to leave any
footprints revealing a recent presence to the old fool. I took to ring box from
under the floorboards, instead of deactivating the curse though, as I left I
transferred it over the entire house.
*** Lucifer's POV ***
As I get out of the shower, I hear Marvolo aparate in. Azazel has been setting
up the ritual room, though why it needs to be right now I don't know, but he's
the one with the power to preform the ritual so I'm not about to question it.
"Azazel! I have the ring!"
"Ritual room." The sonorus projected answer echoed though the house, making me
glad I wasn't still asleep.
After dressing, I meet them in the room. Azazel is asking Marvolo where he
wants his soul piece moved.
"I want it back." At that Azazel grinned.
"Good. Now lay there." Azazel points to the center of the room and then places
the ring on the alter. "Lucifer, seal the room and stand by the door. He'll
likely be unconscious after this, so I'll need your help."
Once, I was in position, Azazel started chanting in Deathspeak. Marvolo tensed
and I could see the ring start glowing. After about five minutes Marvolo
started groaning and a dark green smokey aura was rising from the center of his
chest, a smaller green wisp was rising from the ring arcing towards Marvolo.
When it met the larger aura, Marvolo screamed. He kept screaming for several
minutes as Azazel's chant slowed and the aura settled back into his chest.
Finally, the ritual was done and Marvolo was heaving, but still awake.
Azazel nods to me so I can check on Marvolo. I see him pull out his cloak and
wand and place them on the alter. A stronger wave of Black Magic than I'd ever
felt rushes through the room and a tall shadowy being steps up to the alter
from seemingly nowhere. Marvolo seems terrified, but Azazel looks ecstatic.
The being bows to Azazel, "Master."
Azazel grins, reaching out to stroke the side of the being's hooded face,
"Hello, Death, my loyal friend."
Marvolo passed out and I looked at Azazel, "Really? You couldn't wait until he
was rested to bring his only fear into the room?"
Chapter End Notes
     Darlings, is there anything you want to see in the story? Or see more
     of?
     I'd love to have some feedback :)
     And our dear Voldemort is still going to be an evil bastard.
     Absorbing the horcrux isn't going to change that. I do not plan on
     him absorbing any other's, Azazel just wanted the stone.
***** I am NOT just a pretty face!! *****
Chapter Notes
     Ok, so I've been struggling with a bit of writer's block with this
     chapter and with the assistance of 'DracosDirtyMistress' I believe
     I've found a fun way to address my unintentional neglect of Lucifer.
     So without further ado, let's see him really come into his own and
     lose his temper.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** I am NOT just a pretty face! ****
*** Lucifer's POV ***
Marvolo has been sleeping all day, between the shock and the ritual, I'm not
surprised but I am rather annoyed. Azazel hasn't left the ritual room since
Death showed up, so I've been on my own.
I've been bored, which Azazel has told me that is dangerous. I think the Death
Eaters agree now, at least the one's unfortunate enough to cross my path.
I get rather sadistic when I'm bored. So I've been trying out a little talent
I've developed. I just have to think of what I want someone to do, and they do
it. It's like Imperio but without having to cast anything.
After being forced to hurt themselves and each other a few times, everyone
stayed out of my way. Now though, I'm even more bored. So casting a sonorus, I
call Azazel out of the ritual room.
"What do you want Lucifer? I was busy!" He comes upstairs with Death trailing
behind him.
"I'm bored Azazel," I whine, "I want to call a meeting. Besides, we need to
induct Black and Lupin, so we might as well do it today. I'm going to wake
Marvolo, you call the Death Eaters."
I turn and go up to wake Marvolo.
*** Azazel's POV ***
I look at Death, "What the fuck is his problem?"
"I'm sorry, Master, but I do not know."
"Ugh, forget it," I call the Death Eaters and head up to prepare Black and
Lupin.
*** Lucifer's POV ***
"Marvolo, get your lazy arse up! We're calling a meeting," I yell as I pull the
blankets off him.
"What the bloody hell, Lucifer!" He groans, then sits straight up, "Tell me I
was imagining things when Azazel summoned Death?"
I give him a deadpan look, "Marvolo, Death has been tagging along behind him
all day. If you had bothered to get out of bed, you'd have known. Now get
dressed." I throw his Lord Voldemort robes at him and pull Azazel's and my
robes and masks.
Fifteen minutes later the three of us were sitting in the meeting room while
our followers are greeting us.
I go to stand but Azazel gets up first, "We are indicting two former light
wizards into our ranks today. Let it be clear that they have been cleared as
loyal to our cause."
As he and Marvolo go through the induction and marking, I'm seething. I was the
one who called this meeting. Since we've been here Azazel gets more attention
than I do, more respect.
I stand up and glare at Azazel and Marvolo, using my compulsion ability to hold
them in place with a though. Uncaring that all our followers are watching us, I
just freeze them too.
"What the bloody fuck, Lucifer? What are you doing? Let us go!" Azazel shouts.
I force him to stop talking and his eyes go wide. "I'm proving to you two that
I am just as powerful as you are. I'm fucking sick of being treated like I'm
not as strong or powerful or important. I am NOT just a pretty face. As you are
getting a taste, you now realize that I can control your bodies without casting
anything." I force Marvolo up on his toes and guide his hands to his throat.
"See darling, just a thought from me and you would be strangling yourself to
death. So, treat me as a bloody equal, or I'll make you."
Both of them have wide eyes as I let them down, "That's astounding, Lucifer."
Azazel cocks his head the side, flicking his tongue. I realize he's staring at
the shadows behind me, which are shifting slowly.
He snaps his head back to me, then looks at Marvolo, "This is brilliant, we
need to dismiss them. The Shadows have some information about this new
development and what it means." He moves closer to me, kissing me thoroughly,
"We apparently complement each other more than we ever knew."
Chapter End Notes
     Oh darlings, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm going to be getting
     more creative with my plot.
     Keep in mind, while Azazel and Lucifer want to rule, they don't have
     any care for reforming the world they live in. Voldemort does
     however, he may be ducked up in the head, but Ihe has ideals for
     reform. So if he seems a bit ooc in the upcoming chapters it's
     because he still wants to purify and reform the world.
     And who's excited to find out what's going on with Lucifer?
     I'm going to torture you for a bit. We've got to check in on the
     Order and Sev
***** Lost *****
Chapter Summary
     The Order's reaction to Azazel's reanimant ritual in Little
     Hangleton.
Chapter Notes
     You know, I almost, just a tiny bit, feel sorry for Dumbledore. I
     mean, he's a manipulative old codger, but he really isn't an awful
     person and here I come screwing up his life...
     Oh, well, evil Harry is my favorite. Sorry, Albus, but I'm not
     sorry...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** Lost ****
*** Dumbledore's POV ***
I'd been discussing the situation of Harry, Draco and Tom with the Order when
the Aurors fire called saying a huge spike of extremely Black Magic had
registered in Little Hangleton. I knew it had to be Tom, so I left
immediately... but it wasn't Tom. He was there, certainly, but it was Harry.
Eye's glowing like a Killing curse with the power of the magic he was wielding.
Chanting in Deathspeak, a language no one had spoken in centuries surely. The
swirling shadows that seemed to caress him spoke of the blackest of magics
accepting him, where they'd kill any other who would attempt to use them.
Then the corpse rose looking like it was truly alive. And Harry torched it,
grinning like a fool. Then they left. The Aurors left to obliviate any muggle
witnesses. I stood there, staring at the ruined grave and burnt remnant of what
Harry -no Azazel, Severus was right, Harry is gone - called a reanimant. For
the first time since Arianna, I truly felt lost.
"Will you all shut up?!" Severus shouts, silencing the room and looks at me.
"Albus, what happened?"
I don't answer, just put the memory in the pensieve and wait for them to watch
it.
No one spoke for a long time, then Minerva looked up, appearing as lost as I
feel, "Albus, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know," I answer honestly, "he's very clearly not the boy we remember.
Everything we'd planned for is useless, we need a new strategy."
"I told you that first night, Albus, those boys are thoroughly in the Dark
Lord's grasp. You're finally truly seeing, there is no standing up to my Lords.
They will win and I will stand where my magic is free." Severus said and floo'd
away before I could react.
Everyone stood shocked into stillness.
Severus had finally stopped playing both sides, but he'd chosen to serve the
Dark.
I truly don't know what to do. I refuse surrender. At the moment I am just very
lost amidst my shattered strategies.
Chapter End Notes
     Gods, I'm really cruel to the poor Order.
     But hey, Sev finally made a stand!
     What would you darlings like to see happen with our favorite
     crotchety potions master?
***** I'm the master of WHAT???? *****
Chapter Summary
     So what is happening with our dear Lucifer? Let's find out!
Chapter Notes
     Darlings, you have given me just over 100 kudos! Thank you so much!
     Also, I posted a short (like really it was much shorter than I
     thought it would be) one shot that clarifies the conversation Azazel
     and Lucifer reference occasionally, so go check it out. :) Love you
     darlings
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** I'm the Master of WHAT??? ****
*** Azazel's POV ***
Oh, this is bloody brilliant! The myths surrounding this are even more rare
than being Master of Death. Lucifer and I will truly be unstoppable together.
Our plans are going to come true since we will have all the time in the world.
After the Death Eaters are gone I grin, "Death! I need your assistance!"
"Master, there is truly no need to shout." He glances around and sees Marvolo,
"Unless you are simply tormenting this one? Because as irritating as his soul
is to reap, I will gladly torment him."
I laugh, "Oh, do stop, Thanatos." He whips his head to look at me, "Oh, yes, I
pulled out your proper name. I heard the shadows whispering. Your mother and
oddly enough your sister are going to be stopping by to see Lucifer."
"You mean, he's to be Master of Life?" Death sounded rather awed.
Lucifer, who up to this point had been listening quietly, if rather impatient,
shouted, "I'm the Master of WHAT? What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
I grin wider, "Master of Life. The equal, opposite and compliment to my powers.
You can control will, life force, magic and a natural affinity for air and
water elemental magic. As you've already discovered the compulsion powers over
a persons will - which I will tell you was rather disconcerting for me to
experience - I assume it's only a matter of time to discover the rest of it.
This also means that the Goddess Nyx will be coming to help you as she is the
one who designates who takes on the mantel of Master of Life. Where as Master
of Death I literally get to boss Thanatos around. I'm not sure why Eris is
coming though..."
Lucifer looks pale but I think this is brilliant. Marvolo looks rather shocked,
it's an odd look for him since he almost never shows any emotion outside of
rage.
*** Marvolo's POV ***
I'm literally in the same room as Death. Both of my bond mates have overnight
become significantly more powerful than me. Two goddesses are going to be in
the manor soon. Azazel is acting like this is totally natural. I've never even
heard of the Master of Life.
I realize that I'm letting my mental distress show and school my expression,
"How does one even become the Master of Life? There are stories of the Master
of Death, but I've never heard anything about this."
Death looked at me, "My mother decides she likes someone and grants them power.
It's an under estimated gift, but it is truly an immense power."
I fight not to show my discomfort with being focused upon by Death while
seething that these two boys are now the most powerful beings in the wizarding
world.
*** Lucifer's POV ***
I'm rather shocked at this development, but this is amazing. Azazel and I are
going to take over the world. We're unstoppable.
The doorway shimmers a bit and two beautiful women walk in from nowhere.
Death greets them, "Mother, Sister, it is a pleasure to see you as always."
Chapter End Notes
     Greek Gods and Goddesses are going to be used.
     Nyx is the goddess of night and the dark. Of her many children, the
     two I will be giving regular attention to are Eris, Goddess of Chaos,
     and Thanatos, Death.
     This was rather short, but I wanted to post a chapter for you all to
     celebrate the first 100 kudos.
***** This is no mistake, no accident *****
Chapter Notes
     Darlings, I know I've said I'll be keeping Voldemort in character as
     much as possible, but I'm afraid that from here on out there will be
     some moments of OOC-ness. I'll do what I can to keep it to a minimum
     but as we saw, he's starting to realize that our Angels are much,
     much more powerful than he is and he's starting to panic. So, I
     apologize.
     Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
     Kisses :*
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** This is no mistake, no accident ****
*** Lucifer's POV ***
Azazel, Marvolo and I bow to the two goddesses as they walk up to the dais, "My
Ladies, it is an honor."
They smile and the taller of them introduces herself, "My children, I am Nyx,
goddess of darkness. This is my daughter Eris, goddess of Chaos. You already
know my son, Thanatos."
I smile at her, "I am told you are the one who has blessed me with my new
gifts. I thank you for the honor you have bestowed upon me."
She grins, "Oh, you are a smooth one, dear Lucifer. I have watched you for a
long time, you have more than earned the power I have granted you. Eris also
thought it would be fun since you and Azazel have such grand plans. He the
Master of Death and you the Master of Life, the power you will wield is
immeasurable."
Azazel laughs, "Well, that certainly explains you presence Lady Eris. I confess
I was rather confused when the Shadows told me you were visiting as well."
Eris gave a wicked grin, "I wouldn't miss the fun that will come of this. It is
seldom that humans are graced with such abilities. I will likely be around for
a while yet, I want to watch the fallout."
I look over at Marvolo since for the moment the attention is off me; Nyx is
with Thanatos and Azazel is talking with Eris. Marvolo is quite pale and looks
uncomfortable. It amuses me greatly and I'm wishing I knew what he's thinking.
"Part of your gift is the ability to bypass any mental defense, Little One. If
you look in his eyes, you can enter his mind undetected." I glance over my
shoulder to see Eris is the one who was whispering in my ear and I grin at her.
"Thank you, my Lady."
I look back to Marvolo, where he has sat back on his throne looking awkwardly
tense, and catch his eyes. It takes great effort not to double over laughing at
the panic in his thoughts.
They're too powerful. What can I do? I'm supposed to lead my Death Eaters to
victory but with the power these two hold, they will undoubtedly become the
leaders. I'll be just a figurehead. I can't kill them, they're immortal. They
have the Gods on their side. What will I do? What can I do?
I break contact unable to keep a straight face if I continue listening. Who
would have guessed that the Dark Lord Voldemort would be so insecure.
"Lucifer, darling, come here I wish to teach you how to use your gift before I
must head back to my realm," Nyx calls over to me.
I look back at Marvolo for a moment to push a thought into his mind.
*** Marvolo's POV ***
This is not good at all. They're plotting something. That much is obvious with
the way Eris was speaking to them. My reign is not safe any longer.
A quote I remember hearing at one point comes unbidden into my mind when
Lucifer, smirking, catches my eye. "The vultures all start circling, they're
whispering, you're out of time, but still, I rise. This is no mistake, no
accident, when you think the final nail is in, think again."
When he breaks eye contact to go with Nyx, I can't help the sense of dread that
floods me.
I'm going to die. I don't know when. I don't know how. All I know, is that they
are plotting my death. And there is nothing I can do to stop them because I
signed my own death certificate when I agreed to bond with them.
*** Azazel's POV ***
I listened through the mental bond as Lucifer triggered the memory of the quote
in Marvolo's mind. This is positively delicious. If Marvolo is going to be this
paranoid, it will be absolutely impossible to fail at destroying him.
He'll be watching over Lucifer and I so closely that he'll miss the plan we
already have in motion.
"Thanatos," I beckon him to me, "Have you disabled his little treasures?"
He gives me a toothy grin, "Of course, as soon as you told me. I've wanted to
collect him for a very long time. He won't realize anything until it's far too
late, just as you specified."
"Good."
Chapter End Notes
     Quote used:
     'The vultures all start circling, They're whispering, you're out of
     time, but still, I rise. This is no mistake, no accident, when you
     think the final nail is in, think again' --Katy Perry "Rise"
     What do you think, Darlings? Marvolo is catching on, but he doesn't
     know how they plan to do it. How do you think they will pull it off
     without being caught? How long to you think they'll make him stress
     before doing the deed? How will tey explain it to the Death Eaters?
***** Fealty and Discipline *****
Chapter Summary
     Back to Severus for a bit.
Chapter Notes
     This does go back a few days to when Sev left the Order to catch us
     up on him. It will end back in the "present" the day after the last
     chapter.
     Also, to keep things a bit more clear I came up with dates to go
     along with the chapters.
     Jan 6: ch1-6
     Jan 7: ch7-15, 19
     Jan 9: ch16-17 (I gave 2 days for Azazel's letter to reach Sirius)
     Jan 10:ch18, 20-21
     So this chapter starts on Jan 7th
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** Fealty and Discipline ****
*** Severus's POV ***
** evening of Jan 7 **
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I'm pacing the halls of Spinner's End after getting my
belongings from my office at Hogwarts. I didn't think through my declaration
before leaving the Order. My Lords may have needed me to stay as a spy. Not to
mention, even though Lord Azazel told me to pick a side, I know I will punished
for my years of duplicity.
"Bloody fucking hell," I groan as I collapse on my sofa, "If they don't kill me
it'll be a miracle."
I summon a bottle of whiskey and don't even bother with a glass.
** morning of Jan 8 **
I groan as I wake, I'm really too old to sleep on the sofa, especially if I'm
waking with a hangover.
Getting up, I make myself coffee and down a hangover cure before firecalling
Lucius.
"Severus, this is a surprise."
"Luc, can you come through?"
A worried expression flits over his face, "Of course."
Once he's settled in my living room, I explain, "I was part of Dumbledore's
Order. After the Dark Lord started hunting the Potters I joined and was feeding
them information. When he returned I was once again Dumbledore's spy. I was
playing both sides."
Lucius stares at me, "Lord Azazel's comment to you after the duel?"
I nod, "Yes, he was telling me to pick a side. I did. I told Dumbledore I was
leaving the Order yesterday. I am going to be punished by our lords for my
years of duplicity. I can only hope that my skills are too valuable for them to
kill me. I wanted to tell you the story before they call me out, in case I
don't get the chance to explain to you after."
We talk for a few hours longer before he leaves. I glamour myself and go to
Gringotts to set my accounts in order and update my Will.
After that's taken care of I apparate to my Lords.
Landing in the entry hall, an elf pops in and tells me my Lords will meet me in
the meeting room, so that's where I head.
I kneel in front of the dais, only rising when my Lords tell me.
"You made your decision then, Severus." Lord Azazel doesn't ask, just states it
as a fact.
"Yes, my Lord, I offer my fealty. I will swear it on my life. My betrayal is
unforgivable, I know, so I will accept any punishment my Lords deem fit."
He hums lightly under his breath and flicks his tongue, "You are sincere. We
will deal with your punishment at the next full meeting. You are dismissed,
Severus."
"Yes, my Lord."
** evening of Jan 10 **
I enter the meeting with the rest of the Death Eaters waiting to be called
forth for my punishment, but when Lord Lucifer loses his temper with out other
lords, we are dismissed and I am left fighting anxiety as I have for the past
few days.
** afternoon of Jan 11 **
My mark burns with the call and I have little doubt that this will be a true
meeting as I apparate. Landing in the meeting hall I drop to my knees with
everyone else as our lords enter.
Lucifer takes the lead tonight, "Rise, tonight we will be dealing with one of
your brothers who has been false with us." He looks me in the eye with a smirk
and I feel my body moving without my control. He makes me walk forward and
kneel, "What have you to say for yourself, Severus Snape?"
Keeping my eyes down, "I was manipulated by Dumbledore, my lords, he convinced
me that his Order would win and that I should be on the winning side. I know
now that he was wrong and I wish to offer my fealty to you, my lords. I will
take whatever punishment you deem fit."
At my offer of fealty, small gasps could be heard throughout the watchers.
Fealty gives my entire life, magic, and any decision I am to make, into their
control. I would, for all intents and purposes, be their slave in any manner
they deem fit. A terrifying prospect in light of them being the darkest lords
the wizarding world had ever seen.
Lucifer nods sharply, "We will accept your fealty oath and then deal with your
punishment."
I give the oath and Lucifer forces me to kneel, "You will accept even death?"
"Yes my Lord, my life is yours should you demand it." I respond, though my
heart clenches in fear.
Lucifer reaches down and lifts my head so that I look him in the eyes, "Then
you shall feel death." Suddenly I can't breath, my lungs literally will not
pull in any air. Lucifer has backed away and I am grabbing at my throat in
panic as I become light headed and collapse.
I wake suddenly and gasp in a breath. I can breathe again. I open my eyes and
sit up. Everyone is staring at me. Lords Azazel and Lucifer look smug, the Dark
Lord looks rather fearful but the expression is gone almost as soon as I saw
it, everyone else looks terrified. I look up at Lucifer still gasping for
breath.
"You died, Severus. I brought you back." He looks out over everyone gathered,
"You see, dear Death Eaters, I have been granted the title Master of Life. Lord
Azazel is Master of Death."
Two shadows suddenly solidified behind my Lords as he spoke. One a tall, dark,
hooded man with a scythe; the other a tall, slender woman with long dark hair
that seemed to be blown about in a wind that touched only her.
"Allow me to introduce Thanatos, God of Death, and Lady Eris, Goddess of Chaos.
They have taken a vested interest in Lord Azazel and myself."
I collapse again.
Chapter End Notes
     I apologize for taking this long to put this chapter out. I've had a
     hard time getting this the way I want it (and really I'm not 100%
     sure I got it right, so be honest in the comments) and I haven't been
     feeling well. I'm also trying to get a job and daycare for my 2 year
     old, so please be patient. If I could get paid for my writing it'd be
     awesome, but I really don't want to upset Miss Rowling, so I must
     find something else.
***** Plotting and Scheming *****
Chapter Summary
     Our dear Angels have some plots afoot....
     Also...
     What is Severus up to these days? Is his life going to hell or is
     there an upside to being swore to service his Lords?
     And why, oh, why does Marvolo even open his mouth?
     **PLEASE NOTE! THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE QUESTIONABLE CONSENT. I DO NOT
     WRITE RAPE SCENES AND THIS IS NO EXCEPTION, BUT FOR MORE DELICATE
     CONSTITUTIONS (however with as explicit and violent as my sex scenes
     are I'm not sure than anyone with delicate constitutions got past the
     first few chapters) I WILL WARN THE THE INITIAL CONSENT IS
     QUESTIONABLE.**
Chapter Notes
     I cannot apologize enough for this excessive absence. I have no
     excuse other than my muse has been temperamental and uncooperative.
     On top of that my job had me working crazy hours (not that I'm
     complaining much, the overtime hours were fantastic for my paycheck).
     Any way, I think you will enjoy what I have for this chapter.
     Love and blessings in this Yuletide season (or whichever holiday or
     lack there of you honor)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** Plotting and Scheming ****
*** Marvolo's POV ***
** evening of Jan 11 **
After the meeting the Death Eaters are all apparating away as if they cannot
get out fast enough. as if that would stop those two if they really wanted to
kill someone... I really cannot believe I bonded myself to these two, I'm
beginning to think that they are not as insane as they portray. They are too
determined.
I think back to the day they talked me into the bonding. What was it they said?
Something about it not taking as long as they thought to become co-Lords?
They've planned this whole thing! Which means it's highly likely they planned
my death. They've established themselves as powerful enough, they have the
God's themselves on their side. I'm just in the way now. Azazel even knows
about all of my horcruxes. I'm defenseless...
I turn on them where they're standing talking near Snape's prone, unconscious
form, "You two are plotting my death! You've been plotting since before I
bonded with you, before I accepted you into my ranks!"
Azazel cocks an eyebrow, "Your point?"
This infuriates me more, he isn't even pretending to play naive, hell, he's not
even bothering with the insane approach any longer, "You don't deny it? You
probably aren't even as insane as you pretend to be! Do either of you even as
the addiction?"
Lucifer laughs, "Darling Marvolo, we are definitely not sane, but we have
played it up. How else were we going to get any semblance of trust? We did have
the addiction, but with Thanatos and Eris, we no longer have to depend on
mortals to help us with it. I would recommend you don't anger us. As you said,
we're plotting your death, so the question is: do you want it painful, or
easy?" He and Azazel devolve into manic laughter.
I left the room in a dignified manor, certainly not running as if Death himself
was on my heels.
*** Azazel's POV ***
** same night **
Marvolo just ran out of the room; I imagine Lucifer and I won't be welcome in
his bed any longer.
I wrap my arms around my ethereal lover, nibbling at his neck, and ask against
his skin, "When will we tell Severus our plans?"
He hums contentedly, his throat vibrating against my lips as he he tilts his
neck, "When he wakes. I'm rather impressed he volunteered his fealty without
prompting; helps our plans even more. I cannot wait to take advantage of our
ownership. I'm going to start on the modifications."
He banishes Severus's clothing, he really is rather fit under his robes. Thin
and muscular, his strength is obvious without being bulky. Lucifer uses his
Life magic to reverse Severus's physical age to he early 20s and fixes the
improperly healed nose to straighten it. All the potion stains and scars are
removed from his skin and the oiliness of his hair is fixed so it doesn't
become lank and greasy. I then call an elf for the clothes we purchased for
him: tight black leather pants, the type of sleeveless robes Lucifer and I wear
but in slate grey and a black shirt, and a black collar studded with
alternating diamonds and emeralds.
*** Severus's POV ***
** the same night **
I woke feeling ridiculously refreshed, and aroused. I'm naked but for a band I
feel on my neck, I assume it's a collar of my fealty status.
I hear Azazel talking, "You really did a wonderful job. He's beautiful."
Lucifer now, with a low moan, "Hmmm, I based it off of old picture I saw and
just cleaned up a few things. I'm going to enjoy sharing him with you. The
collar is a wonderful touch, you always do have the best ideas. He is awake, by
the way. Severus, darling, open your eyes."
I do as I'm bid and see the two young Lords standing beside the bed I've been
sleeping on. I lower my eyes, "Yes, my Lord."
I'm caught by surprise when they both climb onto the bed next to me and Lucifer
runs a finger down my cheek, "We have plans for you, dearest Severus."
Azazel nods, but he doesn't look as insane as he usually does, and indeed he
doesn't sound insane either when he speaks, "Lucifer has healed and
strengthened you body. Look how beautiful you are." He waves his hand towards
the ceiling above the bed and a mirror is conjured there.
I inhale sharply, surely that is not me? I touch my face and the reflection of
the aristocratic, and truly as Lord Azazel says, beautiful, young man moves
with me. The reflection's of my Lords look lustful as them watch me examine the
gift of youth and beauty they have given me.
After several minutes I look at them, "I do not understand, my Lords, you have
given me such a gift. What have I done to deserve this wonder?"
Lucifer smirks, "To be honest, we did this for ourselves." My heart stutters,
surely he does not mean they intend to use my body. I cannot imagine Lord
Voldemort allowing them to enjoy the pleasures of another's flesh.
Azazel pulls me up to sit and he moves behind me and begins rubbing my
shoulders, "Calm yourself, precious, Lord Voldemort will not touch you. Indeed,
he will not be in power much longer. Surely, you know Lucifer and I can protect
that which we deem is ours?"
I startle a bit at this revelation on Lord Voldemort wondering what they have
planned because it sounds like a plot to overthrow him. They've had this
planned since before they came! "Of course, my Lord, I simply did not expect to
be considered worthy after the treachery I committed."
In truth I am terrified of the prospect of being used in this way. I have never
been with a man and do not presume to expect they'd be gentle with me. They are
beautiful young men, that cannot be denied. And Azazel's hands feel wonderful
as he massages my back, creeping lower until he is rubbing my arse cheeks.
Lucifer has begun rubbing my legs, moving higher. I know they are attempting to
seduce me, but I do not know if I like this. Knowing I have no real choice. I
swore my life and body to them.
Suddenly I feel my cock swallowed to the root. Lucifer's mouth is divine. And
the things he does with his tongue! It's positively sinful!
Azazel whispers in my ear, "You will not come until we bid it. Understood?"
"Yes, my Lord," I manage to whimper out.
Lucifer pulls off my cock and I cannot help but whine a bit, "Severus, you need
to tell us now if you do not want this, because once you are ours in bed, we
will not tolerate you being with another. You will be ours until Death takes
you. If you do not want to be ours in this way, this is the last and only
opportunity to say no freely."
I whimper an affirmative response and suddenly both of them are naked and
Azazel's cock is rubbing against my back and Lucifer is swallowing me down
again. Azazel whispers a lubrication and stretching spell and is inside me
moving before I even realize that somehow we changed positions. I'm on my knees
over Lucifer with his cock in my faces and mine in his mouth. Tentatively I
take his cock in my mouth as I know that is what he wants. Azazel is pounding
into me, and as soon as my mouth is on Lucifer, he begins fucking my face,
grinding his hips up. As I had already suspected, they are not gentle, they use
me, but I find my pleasure nonetheless. As soon as Azazel gives me permission,
I cum. Shortly after I release into Lucifer's mouth, Azazel cums in my arse and
Lucifer into my mouth.
I am tired and sore, but I feel good too. Azazel and Lucifer leave shortly
after, telling me where I can find clothing and what elf to call should I have
need of one. As soon as they're gone I Nox the lights and fall asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     ...Okay, I know I was vague on the sex scene, at least compared to
     previous ones. But couldn't get it right and with the manipulated and
     already questionable consent I didn't want to make it violent.
     Again, my sincerest apologies for the long wait, and thank you to
     those who have stuck around.
     Have a Blessed Yule, Blessed Solstice, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanuka,
     Happy Kwanzaa... I do not know other holiday names but I wish you the
     best in your holiday celebrations
     Love, Gwen<3
***** Playing With Your Food Can Be Such Fun *****
Chapter Summary
     So Lucifer and Azazel are toying with Marvolo and we get a bit of an
     explanation on Azazel's mysterious talents.
Chapter Notes
     As has become habit, I am sorry for the wait. I'm not entirely happy
     with this chapter so feel free to critique and comment. Ideas are
     welcome.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** Hide-and-Seek, Cat-and-Mouse ****
*** Marvolo's POV ***
** early morning Jan 12 **
Those little bastards, who the fuck do they think they are! Plotting my demise!
Using me to take my army! I spent my whole life building my empire! In a single
week, those two have swept everything out from under me and I was the one who
gave it all into their hands!
I've been pacing in my room since I left those Hell Spawn in the room with
their slave. I'm no fool, I know that he will not obey a single word I say. I
would have known even if the fealty bond had attached to me properly that he
would never truly be mine. His loyalty is to the true Lords of this Manor.
Which I can no longer claim that I am.
But I must keep face in front of the Death Eater's for as long as I can!
** mid morning Jan 12 **
So far I've managed to avoid Azazel and Lucifer, but we have a raid planned for
later today and I know I can't avoid them for that. All I can hope is that they
won't humiliate me in front of our (well, their...) followers.
I hate this. Hiding, in my own base! It's ridiculous!
 
I round the corner heading to the meeting room, and I see Azazel and Lucifer
mouthing over the neck of a dark haired man dressed in similar robes as what
they tend to wear. Lucifer is behind him pressed tight to his back, while
Azazel is in front with his thigh between the man's legs I'd say it was Severus
but he looks too young, too healthy. Azazel looks up at me and smirks, tilting
his head so I can see it is Severus but they've obviously used their magic to
heal and improve him. He holds my eyes and bites into Severus's neck moaning as
I can see a bit of blood leak down the pale neck and making Severus cry out and
jerk his hips.
The sight is intensely erotic and I can't help getting hard watching them. I
know it's what they intended. They want to show me what I've lost, though I
really only barely got a taste of them before they moved on. I'm quite sure
they intend to humiliate me some how through this display, I just don't know
how they are going to do it.
I feel the wards vibrate signalling the arrival of the first of our followers.
I make to move around the three but as I pass them entering the room Severus
cries out and I know he is cumming. The sound is followed by Azazel's and
Lucifer's groans. It's mortifying, our followers are in front of me and that
sound sends shivers down my spine and I know my arousal is obvious, as I'm
wearing open robes. It's all I can do to not cum in my pants in front of
everyone.
Azazel and Lucifer come through the doors behind me, Severus following them.
Looking at them, you'd never know what just transpired in the hall. The three
pass me and Lucifer looks over his shoulder at me and his voice echos in my
mind, Did you enjoy the show? Oh, nevermind, it's quite obvious you did. Though
I can't imagine what the Death Eaters must think of you showing up in such a
state. A visible hard on, flushed cheeks, tensed shoulders... tut tut
*** Lucius' POV ***
** evening Jan 12 **
Something is going on with the leadership of our army. Lord Voldemort is losing
hold over the movement he started. I know Azazel and Lucifer are behind it. I
don't know why.
First Voldemort showed up at the pre raid meeting in... disarray... but the
smirk Lucifer tossed him was horribly malicious.
Severus sat at Lucifer and Azazel's feet wearing a collar with diamonds and
emeralds, which have become associated with the two of them, but no rubies
which seem to be associated with Voldemort. Based on that Severus belongs to
Lucifer and Azazel, but not Voldemort.
Then on the raid that we just finished, Voldemort didn't land a single spell...
and was hit, twice. Which never happens. But Lucifer and Azazel took down over
a third of the Aurors and Order members that showed up by themselves. Severus
very nearly kept up with them, but there were bottom tier Death Eaters that did
better than Voldemort.
I'm not sure what's going on but I know we're heading for change. A very big
change.
*** Azazel's POV ***
** Jan 19 **
I roll to my side in bed and watch as Lucifer combs his hair, "Lucifer, I do
think it's time to tell our darling Marvolo a few truths, don't you? We've been
taunting him all week and it's getting rather dull."
He meets my eyes through the mirror and hums, "Well then, get your lazy arse
out of bed so we can go corner him."
Thirty minutes later we're sitting him in the study, "What do you two fiends
want now? You have my army. You have everything I could possibly give you, what
could you possibly demand of me?"
I smirk, "Now, now darling, do relax. We aren't going to ask anything of you
right now. I just wanted to tell you a little story. You see, as Master of
Death, I can live out time lines and then, if I get bored, I can go back or
forward in time and play in different timelines. I can also go back and redo my
life. Generally, I would immediately have access to all of my memories of past
lives, but I can make requests to have certain conditions met before I get
access. For example, having all me instincts or talents from previous lives,
but not the memories until I have all the Hallows again."
Marvolo just stares at me for a few moments, "No! No! You cannot be telling me
that you have lived out multiple life times in different eras! No!"
Lucifer and I laugh, "Oh, dear, dear Marvolo, but that is exactly what I'm
saying. This is my first go of taking over the dark sect from right under your
nose. And it is Lucifer's first go around so don't get to worked up. I didn't
even realize any of this until I had all the Hallows after your ceremony with
the ring. My dear Thanatos had to remove the memory block for me."
Lucifer curled around me, "You see Marvolo, you quite literally laid the
opportunity for us to take control right at our feet."
Marvolo passed out and I looked at Lucifer, "Well that was unexpected. He
fainted. What should we do now?"
"We could go find Severus?"
"Hmmm, yessssssss I do like that idea."
Chapter End Notes
     Please tell me if you have something you'd like to see Marvolo deal
     with at Azazel and Lucifer's hands. I need torment ideas because my
     muse has been pathetic lately and they boys want to taunt him before
     destroying him.
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     Obviously I am not Lady Rowling and thus do not own Harry Potter. I
     am however borrowing the characters, places, themes, etc for
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     Anything that you do not recognize is my own work and I ask that if
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     Also, I realized I hadn't rated this, so as of now it is marked
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