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Twisted Fantasy	By : Keilana-Weasley Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 1740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As Asphyxia lay next to Lucius, she felt a sense of contentment. She finally had her Wizard. Even though events leading up to it had been bumpy to say the least, her long and drawn out plan that had started as a girlish fantasy, had come to fruition and it was better than she could ever have hoped for. Drifting off to sleep, she hoped to dream of the many happy things that her and Lucius had yet to come. Sadly this was not going to be the case.

She found herself back in the room where Narcissa had tortured her, only this time it was full of masked strangers. Gone were Draco and Narcissa’s lifeless bodies and the blood stained wooden floor boards. The room was now finely decorated with lavish rugs and floor to ceiling tapestries. A crystal chandelier with hundreds of candles hung from the ceiling. The strangers were talking, laughing, dancing together and generally enjoying the frivolity that such a party offered. Their attire was that of the Venetian masquerade era, with lots of gold, green and brightly coloured satin dresses. As she made her way through the crowd she could see no-one she recognised, and no one seemed to be taking any notice of her either. When she reached the edge of the room she felt someone grab her by the arm and pull her sharply to the wall. As they removed their mask, she could not see their face. She tried to escape but their grip on her was too great. The stranger pushed her to the ground and every other guest in the room fell silent. Asphyxia called out for someone to help her but no sound escaped from her lips. She was pinned to the floor, with masked strangers now each holding a single black candle and dancing around her in a ritualistic fashion. She heard them chanting but could not make out what they were saying, it was too muffled. Asphyxia started panicking. Surely this was a dream? She had just been wrapped in Lucius’s arms, so how the hell had she got here? She thrust her arms out for someone to help her up, but she was quickly pinned back to the floor. She shut her eyes. She did not want to see any more. Not long after, she could feel the grip on her shift from her wrists to her bicep and partially opening her eyes she saw Lucius shaking her awake.

“Asphyxia, wake up, please. What on earth is wrong? Why all the screaming?”

Adjusting to her surroundings again, she took a deep breath and explained what had happened in her dream to him.

A look of surprise came upon Lucius’s face.

“The way you describe the room and the people it sounds like my usual Halloween ball, however there is nothing to be frightened of Asphyxia, no harm will come to you or our unborn child. For neither of us are taking part in this year’s ritual, unless you wish to that is. I have already alerted everyone that this year, we will more than likely only be observing. “

Asphyxia’s stomach twisted. From what she had just been dreaming, it didn’t look like much fun, but she trusted him and so would accompany him to the ball as he wished. Considering it was now the last day of September, there was just over a month until Lucius’s seemingly infamous Halloween ball.

“What exactly does it entail?”She inquired.

Lucius pulled her down into his arms so they were lying together and he started stroking her hair.

“Firstly, all participants wear a mask to ensure anonymity. One female and male participant are chosen from the couples who put themselves forward, to perform what is known as the Rite of the Mystic. It enables the two to create a bond together that is similar to the Unbreakable vow, but not in terms of a protection, more in terms of love and passion. Sometimes those who are married consider it, but it is not to be undertaken lightly as once the bond is in place, it can only be broken by death.”

As Lucius paused Asphyxia went to ask him something.

“If you are going to ask me if I ever performed the Rite of the Mystic with Narcissa, the answer is no. I never felt compelled to make such a bond with her, marriage was enough.”

A wave of relief came upon Asphyxia as she snuggled closer into his arms.

“If we were to ever marry, would you consider it with me?” she timidly said.

Lucius rolled her over to face him and cupped her face in his hands.

“There is no if about it Asphyxia; it is my intention to marry you. I just assumed that you knew that already. If it is your wish we may be wed during the day of the ball and perform the ritual later that night. But I will let you sleep before giving me an answer. I am tired and I am sure you are.”

Lucius stood up and removed his clothes, leaving them where they fell. He stood there naked bathed in candle light and Asphyxia could not take her eyes off him. She removed her clothes and threw them across the room. Climbing into bed, Lucius placed one hand on Asphyxia’s stomach.

“No matter what happens in the future, know that I will never let any harm come to you or our child.”

With a wave of his hand the candles went out. And they fell asleep in each others arms.

***

Over the coming weeks Asphyxia was visited by many wedding planners that helped her organize her wedding to Lucius. By the week before the ball, everything was in order. Her dress was made and was having final alterations, all the guests to the ball had been informed and all that was left to do was to wait for the day and say I do.

Upon awaking on the day, Asphyxia found Lucius to be gone from her side.

She threw on her clothes from the day before and went downstairs to see if he could be found. As she made her way down the stairs, she heard his voice coming from somewhere behind the stairs. Asphyxia followed the echoing voice round the back of the stairs and down the corridor. There were no portraits, no ornate candelabras like in the rest of the manor, simply floating candles lighting the way to two gold doors that opened before she even touched them.

The doors opened and a grand scene was revealed. The room was being transformed into a Venetian paradise, exactly as she had seen it in her dream.

Lucius saw her out of the corner of his eye and signalled for her to join him.

As she made her way over, one of the house elves was bringing the ritual masks out and showing them to Lucius. This made Asphyxia very nervous and she hesitated. All the same feelings from her dream were coming back. She tentatively made her way towards him and just stood there in complete silence as he finished his conversation.

“Shouldn't you be getting ready for later my dear?” Lucius whispered to her.

“I will be in a few minutes, I just wanted to see where you were and double check that you are sure that this is what you want?”

Lucius paused before he answered her.

“Are you having second thoughts Asphyxia? Because if you are just say the word and we can call the whole thing off and you can go back to your own home and we will never speak of it again,” his eyes flashed with a sort of anger as he spoke.

“No I'm not changing my mind, I was just checking you hadn't. Anyway, I should go make myself presentable for tonight's festivities.” With that she kissed his cheek and briskly walked back upstairs, her heart beating so fast she thought it would beat out of her chest.

She was petrified about tonight's events, she wanted to marry Lucius but this ritual was another matter. Something about it just didn't sit right with her. She believed him that it would bond them together, but was it in the sense that he had said it was?

There was a knock at the door and the dressmaker entered with her dress. It was an emerald green satin ball gown. The bodice was covered in thousands of black sparkling rhinestones and laced up at the back with silver ribbon.

As the dress maker pulled the ribbon tight, Asphyxia stood looking into the mirror at herself. When the time came to go downstairs and become the new wife of Lucius, she froze. She was so nervous she couldn't move her feet forward. The house elves managed to coax her down the stairs and down the corridor where the masked congregation had gathered.

Asphyxia's mask was placed on her and tied tightly so it would not fall off. When she was ready the doors flew open and everyone turned to watch her.

She took the first few steps forward before adrenaline kicked in and she picked up the pace. She could see Lucius waiting for her at the top of the ball room and kept her eyes firmly on him.

Lucius smiled as his eyes cascaded up and down her. 'She looks so very beautiful,' he thought to himself.

As they went through the wedding ceremony, Lucius and Asphyxia could not keep their eyes off of each other, and Asphyxia's nerves eased about post nuptial events.

When the light from the day faded and the candles lit into life, the band of musicians started playing. Lucius took hold of Asphyxia's hand and kissed it.

“How are you Mrs Malfoy? Are you ready for the ritual?”

Asphyxia nodded, “I am ready Lucius.”

The room darkened. Lucius took hold of Asphyxia's hand and guided her to the centre of the room. As the crowd moved out of their way, Asphyxia saw that a altar had been set up. It was covered in a red silk cloth and there was a knife sitting on top wrapped in a white ribbon. Lucius turned to face Asphyxia.

“If you are certain that you wish to go ahead with this, simply nod your head once.”

She nodded once and before she knew what was going on, the knife was in Lucius's hand and she was laying on her back. Her hands and wrists were being strapped down so she could not move. This was the point of no return. The restraints were tight and started to cut into her wrists. As she tried to cry out in pain, Lucius put his hand over her mouth and shook his head.

The masked crowd started to dance around them, exactly how they did in her dream, but this time she could hear what they were chanting.

“Ritus Mystic,

Ligare duo spiritus.

Numquam ad infectum

Mortem descendit super eos.”

Lucius placed the knife on her stomach and removed his clothes. He stood there naked for a few moments before he grabbed the knife and cut Asphyxia's clothes off of her. Asphyxia started to shake with fear. This wasn't what she had thought the ritual entailed. The masked crowd chanted louder and faster. Lucius lay on top of Asphyxia's shaking body and looked into her eyes.

“This will only hurt for a second, i promise,” he said as he took the knife and used it to cut her hand.

She cried out in pain. He did the same to his own hand and pressed the two together. As their blood mixed, Asphyxia could feel something rushing through her and her body began to thrash around but the restraints held her in place.

The chanting stopped and the crowd fell silent and still. Lucius looked into Asphyxia's eyes.

“Keep quiet now you will know when it is time for you to speak.”

Even if she had wanted to say something, she was in shock and at a loss for words.

As he entered her, a tear fell from her eye. This was a far cry from the Lucius she knew and had fallen for. She knew he was far from soppy and loving, but this side of him seemed malicious and harsh.

He pushed himself in and out of her each time going deeper and harder. She wanted to tell him to stop as he was hurting her, she wanted to make love to him but not in front of an audience and certainly not when it was causing her pain. She felt something rip and then something wet trickle down her leg. Lucius stopped and placed his hand down to see what it was. He brought his hand back up, saw it was blood and pulled out.

“The Rite of the Mystic has been consumated. You may all carry on with the frivolities.”

Lucius released Asphyxia from her restraints and Apparated them upstairs to their bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he cleaned his hands and laid down next to her.

She pushed him away and turned away from him.

“Come now Asphyxia dont be mad at me. I did not explain the ritual to you because i knew that you would not go through with it, but it is something i truly wanted and i knew you would too if you could get past the nature of it and what it is seen as by most who know about it.”

She rolled over and glared at him.

“What exactly do you mean by that?”

Lucius sighed. Now the ritual had been undertaken he knew it was time to tell her the true nature of it.

“It is seen by most as the Enslavement curse. Even if you wish to break it, it is impossible, therefore rendering, usually the female of the pair, the slave of the other participant. That is not how it will be in our case. I do not wish to enslave you Asphyxia, far from it. But this is what the ritual was first used for.”

“Do not speak to me for the rest of the night. I am so angry with you for lying to me.”
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