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Chapter XXXIX – The Dark Lord's Choice

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Voldemort countered Lucius' curses easily,
casting his own back with calm air. He'd learnt early that no matter how
stressed you were, you never showed it in combat. Lucius
was powerful and the Vampire's strength was making him formidable but the Dark
Lord could see the strain and worry beginning to show on his former servant. He
hadn't learnt that lesson.
They hadn't clashed physically again. Both of them knew that it was useless.
They had equal physical strength. Their last clash had proven that. It was
going to come down to their mastery of magic and the breadth and depth of
charms and curses that they knew and could cast. On this score Lucius unfortunately had the benefits of a classical
education and it would take a while to push his education to its limits.
Around him, the air burnt with magic, the streams alive and brilliant. Oh,
there were the set charms and wards of the Ministry, the standard security
wards - the anti-apparition wards were particularly bright, their force highlighted
by Xeoaph's power - but there was also the combat magics, the whipping force vanishing almost before it was
seen, their shimmering power flowing in deadly curtains throughout the Atrium.
There was also the magic of the people, but the assembled wizards and witches
watched the duel with their own power dampened from within at the audacious
strength displayed.
But something was wrong. He could feel it. It wasn't something with him. His
power levels were stable. Lucius' increase in power
had brought the former Death Eater only to his Lord's normal level of power and
Voldemort could counter that at any time. It was only a pity that at the moment
he wasn't experiencing a power increase or Lucius
already be dead. Mentally Voldemort shook himself, bringing himself back to his
contemplation. It wasn't anything wrong with his body. There was no poison in
the air and he had sustained no cuts or injuries through which a toxin could
have been introduced. It wasn't anything that was wrong with him.
Something else was wrong. "Harry..." he whispered, flicking his
hand out and allowing his mind to counter Lucius
without thought. ::Shadows?:: He hissed in his mind.
::We're busy, Dark Lord, what do you want?::
::Your Master?::
::What do you think we are busy with?::
His heart skipped a beat. ::Problems?::
The Shadows were silent and Voldemort felt his eyes widen fractionally. ::No...:: He reached out with his mind, trying to brush up
against his beloved but felt...
...nothing...
That wasn't possible.
Voldemort paused. "...harry..?" He
whispered.
Nothing.
"Harry?" The call was more urgent this time.
Nothing.
That wasn't possible... That wasn't possible unless...
The Dark Lord felt his lips curl back in a guttural snarl as his eyes
flashed. Anger fuelled his power and he could feel it burning through his body
as he gave up any pretence of defence.
There was no choice.
Or rather there was but he had faced this choice in the past and he had
always chosen this path. The only difference this time was for the Dark Lord to
acknowledge that he would eventually pass beyond the veil to his beloved but it
would not be by the hand of a petty servant. It would not be at the bidding of
a vampire. And it would not be before the world knew his vengeance for his
mate, not before the world understood the gravity of its crime in letting Harry
die. Only then would he consider that journey.
However before then...
Lucius and all his miserable forces would be
screaming for his mercy before the sun rose. But that would be nothing compared
to what he would do to those who had touched Harry at Hogwarts. He'd let
Dumbledore watch. The man should have protected his mate but had just let it
happen again. Dumbledore would know, as he watched, he would know that his
dream was dead and that there was no hope for the future. He would hear it in
every blood choked cry. He would see it with every laceration made. He would
smell it by the perpetual stench of blood and shit. He would taste it in the
blood that would be as wine and he would feel it with every fibre of his being.
The Headmaster would know and that would be torture beyond anything the Dark
Lord could do to the aged wizard personally.
"Evisucate!
Imperio! Crucio! Petrifis!" He snapped the curses out with a speed Lucius couldn't hope to match, laughing coldly as the blond
was forced to dance in an ungraceful jig to avoid them. "It's not that
easy, Traitor," he added, signalling to the basilisk that had been
waiting for his command.
The serpent hissed in triumph and surged towards the blond, fangs bared and
eyes alight with a sickly yellow glow as it's master
began to cast spells indiscriminately into the watching wizards and witches.
Voldemort didn't care what curse he cast, so long as it hurt and the screams of
the afflicted were like music to him. The whole world would be screaming before
he was through.
Lucius dodged the basilisk, regaining some of his
grace as he drew his sword with a tight smile. Did the Serpent Lord truly believe
he was unprepared to face his minions? That with all his planning he had failed
to develop a counter to even the most deadly serpent.
Well, if the Dark Lord believed that, he would soon have him educated about the
truth of the matter. He cast a quick shield, blocking the serpent's
open-mouthed strike before he slashed at the snapping jaws driving them back.
The serpent was quick to retaliate, coiling its body defensively and lashing
its tail as a counter to his strikes. Scales met steel with a hail of sparks
and Lucius knew he couldn't penetrate the thick skin
with a slashing motion. He lunged forward, extending his blade and was
satisfied as he felt the tip meet the spongy resistance of flesh. The great
serpent hissed, an almost strangled stream coming from it and the sharp tang of
its blood filled the senses of those who could detect it.
The wound wasn't serious and Lucius was smart
enough not to gloat as the serpent shifted, twisting so that the wound could
not be attacked before striking again with its tail and fangs.
The blond bided his time blocking each attack nimbly. He was immune to the
poison of the great serpent but the fangs could still rip and tear at his flesh
and while the yellow eyes could not kill him, they could still leave him
stunned and that would leave him as good as dead. All he needed though was one
opening and that would be enough. The Dark Lord's servant would fall before
him, a symbol of his forthcoming victory over the Lord himself.
The serpent though, despite being a magical construct was skilled. Its
attacks were careful, planned and showed thought beyond that of an animal. Lucius sweated as he continued to block and it wasn't all
due to exertion. The huge basilisk was alternating it's attacks, switching
between whip like strikes with its tail and lunging, venom filled bites but
with every attack it was careful not to over reach itself, never putting itself
in a position where Lucius could strike at it's tail,
slashing the sensitive tip or where he could drive his sword through the soft
palate and into the creatures brain. No... it was too
cunning for this.
Grey eyes narrowed and Lucius looked out from his
long lashes, a soft smile creasing his features. The serpent was being
careful... too careful. With a fluid motion he holstered his wand, sliding it
home into the small of his back, a place where it was protected but still on
hand, before he drew his short dagger, spinning it to hold it in an imitation
of the Dark Lord's fighting style. He flexed his fingers around the hilt of his
sword, adjusting his grip minutely, feeling the leather pads of his gloves
stick to the cotton binding of the sword before they came away, bonding with
his fingers before he pressed them down again. He could almost feel the
individual atoms joining with each other and felt vaguely reassured. He
couldn't afford to lose the long blade now.
He lunged forward, spinning and striking at the serpent, ignoring the sparks
his slashing attacks made with the tough scales. The attacks weren't meant to
damage the constructed basilisk, they were only meant to distract it, and keep it's sharp fangs off him as he manoeuvred himself into
position, creating an opening to attack that the serpent could not resist, no
matter how cautious it was being.
Lucius suppressed his smile as the serpent began
to move, slowly uncoiling itself, its eyes beginning to glow in anticipation.
It thought it had him trapped. Well, he would be happy
to educate it otherwise but it would be an expensive lesson.
He stepped left and then lunged forwards straight
into the waiting coils. With a hiss of triumph the basilisk pulled it's bulk in
tight, wrapping itself like a boa around the blond man, craning it's head to
look down at him, it's brilliant yellow crest raised in a full display of power.
Lucius growled as the coils tightened around him
but he didn't lose his grip on his sword and while he couldn't drive it into
the serpent's body, he did keep it upraised the ward of the poisonous fangs.
Almost lovingly he laid his head against the cool scales of the summoned
basilisk, listening for the magical pulses that were present in every quasi
life form.
For an instant Lucius thought he was lost. There
was so much sound. With the vampire blood coursing through his system he could
hear everything and the serpent that was wrapped around him was an almost
overwhelming cacophony of sound that in no way represented a living being.
In the Dark Lord, twisted though that life may be, he could hear the beat of
a heart, the sloshing of blood and the hiss of breath. The basilisk was a
magical construct and he assumed that it would be silent save for the soft
whisper of the magic source that was sustaining it but it was alive with noise.
The skin crackled with energy and now that he was closer he could hear a watery
like noise coming from the deadly yellow eyes, almost like the magic was
circling like tears, keeping the eyes moist, reinforcing the deadly killing
gaze. But the sound of magic was not limited to things that maintained the
constructs external appearance.
It was everywhere - pinging against the skin, maintaining the illusion,
roaring back and forth down the length of the body, spiralling around and
around in a loop that perpetuated the construct. It was almost as if the entire
thing was filled with magic and Lucius suppressed a
shudder at the thought that the Dark Lord was that strong but then he clenched
his teeth, as the coils tightened around him and forcibly reminded himself that he could match whatever power was put forth. He
frowned slightly, focusing his hearing, listening for the node of power. If he
destroyed that, then the magic could no longer retain it's
form and the serpent would be destroyed.
To say nothing of the pain the backwash of magic would cause the Dark Lord.
There... The noise of the magic was concentrated in one spot. It wasn't
louder than anywhere else on the construct... No... It was more controlled.
It wasn't rushing around with blind haste instead the movement of the magic at
the node was precise, an elegant dance controlling everything. And it was
physically located at the back of the snake's head... almost where the brain
would be.
Lucius shook his head irritably. No... it wasn't almost where the brain would be, it was deeper. If
the great serpents crest was flat against it's scales,
the node would be there, almost on the first coil where it was well protected.
A basilisk was a near perfect being. Its scales were tough enough to repel
most attacks and if you wanted to kill a large one, the only sure way was to
pierce its cranium, but no one had the strength to puncture both the skin and
skull so the only way to do that was to attack through the eyes or mouth. It
protected its eyes through its deadly gaze and if you got close enough to the
mouth, its fangs dripped with poison, enough so that even if you did pierce the
brain and killed it, you would have been bitten in the process and be killed
yourself. An almost perfect being... save for its slow reproduction rate, slow
growth and the difficulty in controlling them.
If the Dark Lord had located the node of magic where the brain was usually
situated, Lucius could have killed the construct
easily. By moving it back, he had ensured that the blond would almost be
swallowed in any attempt to pierce the node through the soft inner tissues.
The blond gasped, breathing shallowly as the coils tightened again. There
was more than one way to strike! He looked up, grey eyes narrowing as he
considered the options.
The serpent was weaving above him, its mouth parted slightly and its eyes
half closed in pleasure, their glow muted. The brilliant red crest was raised
and almost seemed to be burning as the shadows shifted over the feather like
texture. Lucius raised his arm, flipping his sword
over as he murmured the charm.
Without the vampire blood coursing through his system he would never have
attempted this, but he could feel his muscles making minute adjustments and his
fingers moving slightly as everything worked to make his aim perfect and even
as he threw the blade he could feel his little finger push forward, tapping the
hilt slightly, nudging the point into a perfect alignment.
It was a beautiful shot. The distance was only a metre and a half but had to
be was exact and Lucius smiled as he saw the blade
pierce the magic node precisely, the charm embedded in the steel activating,
white blue lines of power rippling outwards, defining the longitude and
latitude of a sphere. Within the sphere there was nothing but a space devoid of
magic.
In a flash it was over. The sphere expanded and literally wiped the
constructed basilisk from existence before the white blue lines disappeared and
the free magic rushed into the void. The creature didn't even have time to hiss
in surprise although Lucius almost saw the hatred in
its eyes. He dropped easily and with a delft movement plucked his falling blade
from the air before he turned to face the Dark Lord grinning in anticipation of
the pain.
He was not disappointed. The intensity of the curses cast by the Dark Lord
had forced several Auror units together so that most
of them could pour their energies into shields while a few others cast back
pitiful resistance. It was resistance the Dark Lord had brushed aside as he
expanded his range, including the vampires and Lucius'
supporters within his attacks. It seemed impossible that one man should be
capable of so much magic but Lucius knew this was
the man he had formerly given his allegiance to. This was the man devoid of
emotion and filled entirely with power that the world should bow to. The blond
suppressed a shiver at the thought before he shook his head slightly. This was
the man who had fallen, who had betrayed them he reminded himself as the energy
backlash struck.
The Dark Lord swallowed the curse he had been about to cast as he felt the
destruction of the basilisk, too late to raise even rudimentary defences. The
pain washed through him but he gritted his teeth, turning to face Lucius, his mind already reaching for new charms to cast at
the blond. With a determined shrug he ignored the pain. Physical pain was
nothing. No one got to his level of power without mastering purely physical
reactions and he had experienced pain far worse when learning the Dark Arts.
The backwash of a broken charm was nothing compared to the pain of rebirth, or
the pain of death. Avada Kedrava was not painless... Not when you had the power
to fight it.
Lucius knew nothing about true pain. About
the pain of losing half your soul but he would... Before he died, Lucius would appreciate pain in every form, in every
nuance.
Ruby eyes glowed as pain was translated into power, adding to the burning
aura surrounding the Dark Lord. With a snap of his wrist he copied the blonds
previous actions, creating a shield around himself as Lucius
re-sheathed his dagger and drew his wand again.
"You should have let my servant finish it, Lucius.
It would have been quicker."
"And you should acknowledge that you are no longer fit to rule us and
submit to what mercy I may grant."
Voldemort smiled grimly. Lucius was growing bold
again but he would fix that. With a second wave of his hand, he extended the
shield, surrounding them both within its dome and effectively isolating them
from their audience. "There will be no more distractions."
"There will be no more escape," Lucius
countered, as he began to circle.
They cast their charms simultaneously, both dodging as the curses struck
each other with a flare of magic, before each consumed the other and
disappeared. Further curses followed but each one was countered and the magic
dissipated in brilliant flashes of energy. While the Dark Lord didn't show it,
he could feel himself becoming frustrated with his former servant.
The man was happy to use power when he had no conception of the consequences
of that power... He should be showing the strain of vampiric blood but it
appeared the blond was untouched. Voldemort spared a glance towards Xeoaph and he understood. The vampire's face was contorted
in concentration. He was shielding Lucius. What
cost? He thought to himself as an Avada
Kedrava curse brought his attention back to the
battle.
::Hold still! Do not defend.::
The shadow's voice was annoyed as they brought their power to bear. In an
instant they had wrapped themselves tightly around him, physically restricting
his movements, holding him in the direct line of fire for the curse.
Red eyes burned and the Dark Lord extended a personal shield around himself
through sheer force of will. He didn't need a gesture. The power was his and he
would use it as he saw fit. Nothing would stop his vengeance.
::This is the way it must be.:: The shadows hissed
at him but Voldemort snarled at their voice.
::You don't really think we'd let our Master die
that easily, do you?:: The shadow's voice showed both exasperation and an anger
that rivalled his own.
Voldemort froze as the implications became clear. The shield faded and he
raised red eyes to look at Xeoaph, smiling up at the
vampire as Lucius' curse struck, outlining him with
an unearthly green aura.
"You've lost." His voice was strong, even as he felt his body
collapse and he ignored the fleeting glance of the looks of surprise that were
showing on every Auror and traitors face. Even Lucius seemed stunned.
Darkness closed around him and he felt warm with the assurance of eternity.
The shadows gave him the strength to utter one last sentence... a warning, a
promise, a description of what was to come.
"Vengeance will be mine."
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