Chapter 0 - Pilot
It was like a blink of an eye.
It was just another moment in limbo, after all, a place where there is no time or mundane demarcations like day and night is destined to always be a moment, an instant, a place. But the entity responsible for that was already more than familiar with this entire apathetic and unchanging scenario... it was eons however... Sometimes something happens that entertains you, like World War 3, that was a really fun day.
Some say that Death has a peculiar humor, and they are right.
But everything gets tired...
257 years ago, in mundane time, there existed the most dangerous Dark Lord that the Wizarding World has ever known, some called him: The Terror of the Wizarding World;
His supporters called him: Lord Voldemort; Darkness Lord; My Lord;
The most fearful called him: You-Know-Who; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; He-Whose-Name-Must-Not-Be-Speaked and Who-We-Know...
Few seemed to remember that he was once a promising young man, with revolutionary ideas and great power... they seemed to forget that he was once human.
Death laughs and the spirits within a 100km radius tremble and flinch, each letting out pitiful and shrill moans.
It was an infernal and ominous leather... the entity loved it.
With a malicious smile he observed the soul that he most wanted to torture for eternity but that, STILL, COULDN'T.
Anyone who looked at those greenish-black fragments would never associate him with a famously crazy psychomaniac... much less a proud Dark Lord.
It was funny, he admitted, in the first 100 years, to see that 'Lord' all imposing lost in his limbo like a stray stray dog, being prevented from getting on the train and going, bumping into other souls, being reduced to dust and returning to shards.
Seeing the parts of souls try to come together but in the end break and separate, only to try again and again, in an endless cycle, that soul did not give up on following at any time, and Death knew how to recognize its effort... But... That was no longer funny, after all, he couldn't make that fragment pay for the extra work he had to do until it was complete.
- I see you're bored - A melodious voice is heard taking you out of your thoughts and silencing the voices around you - What's the matter this time? - His steps are graceful, he seemed more like floating than walking, he passes by souls simply by crossing them, his smile was now lascivious and provocative - What can I do to improve your mood?
- Oh my angel, your company is already a comfort to me - The hooded man pulls the young man in front of him, making him sit sideways on his right leg - But I can't deny that there is something that would make me even happier right now - The hand that passed along the brunette's back pulls him closer and lays his head in the hollow of the other's neck.
- Hunm - The younger one takes off the older one's hood, revealing his cadaverous form. He smiles affectionately and flesh begins to fill the entity's face and body, locks dark as pitch itself appear and the pale skin of both makes a great contrast with their black clothes - Something like that? - From his direct hand a soft glow, more transparent and weaker than any spirit around. It was running as if it wanted to run away, but was too weak to do so.
- Oh, yes - Death holds him closer and runs his nose against his neck, he seemed to make a great effort not to take the young man right there, not that the supposed young man would care if he lost control and did so - My prince always seems to know what I need.
- I try - The brunette laughs playfully and kisses him chastely, his left hand strokes his black hair affectionately, he feels the larger one pull him closer with his left hand and ends up releasing the fragment that first goes to the ground and is then quickly drawn towards the others - Let's get this out of the way -
With one last seal, the young man stands up and leans on the great throne. His crossed arms and small smile showed indifference, but his eyes seemed to shine with their own satisfaction.
The pieces rotated among themselves in recognition and acceptance, one by one they came together and solidified until they formed the shape of a man of approximately 35 years old who fell to the ground screaming in pain.