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ASP: Lord of Death	By : Vivianna-Moonshadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 6353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN/ I am SO SORRY this has taken so long! I had a lot going on and little time to write and then hit a writters block and all kinds of other stuff, but I'm really getting back into it. Hope you guys and girls like it! :)

Chapter 6: A Change

   However bad Al thought the day was going to be, it was five times worse. With every move of his leg, every twitch of muscle, there was horrid pain. The Cilice, which was the name of the cruel piece of metal about his leg, was better than the one from last night.
   The one that Gregory had used the night before had been an exaggeration of the normal ones, he said. They don’t normally draw blood or hurt badly, just meant to be really uncomfortable. But Gregory liked to use the sharp one to cut and then the other to hurt. Gregory was sitting in his usual chair now, feet up on the table.
   “Keep walking, the pain will ebb. Go about the room twice more and then I will take it off.” Gregory munched on an apple as he gestured around the room.
   Albus gasped and groaned as he tried to set his foot on the ground again. He had already been around the little room three times and he felt like his leg was going to fall off if he did it any more. He wondered why he did as they said, why he let them do the things they did. A small voice in the back of his brain answered him; it said that he knew there was no way out of this. The little voice was right; even if he fought or cried and screamed it would do no good. They would still do their dirty deeds, just with more pain to him.
   “Now, My little Lord, once more and if you can do it without a sound I will take it off, but if you make any more of those awful sounds it stays, and that would be just fine with me.” Al hated it when Gregory put on that creepy smile. Al was just glad he wasn’t smoking today; he hated the smell of those thick cigars.

   Al was able to make it around the room without making a sound. As he came to a stop in front of his tormenter, he tried to pull his shirt down more. He had been given a pair of very loose pants to wear with the cilice, but they were too loose and kept falling down.
   “Move your hands or I can’t get to it, Little Lord.” He gave a wicked smirk. Al closed his eyes and moved his hands away. “The only way I can do it is fast. Try not to faint.” His voice was husky and it sent a shiver down Albus’s spine.
   Gregory unbuckled the evil little piece and pulled it fast. Al gasped and his eyes shot open. He gripped the table as stars danced before his eyes. The feeling of the cilice being pulled from his leg was excruciating: the skin being ripped and torn, the blood flowing free again, and the nerves of his leg on fire. Gregory quickly put ointment and a wrap around Al’s welting skin.
   It hadn’t been as bad as the sharp cilice, which Al had been in for a whole night and half a day, but it was still awful. He had this one on and off for about two days as far as Al could tell. This cilice’s prongs weren’t sharp and didn’t go as deep.
   “You need to sit now and put that leg up.” Gregory pulled up a wooden box as Albus collapsed into his chair. It took all Al had to lift his leg up onto the box. His hands were red and hurt from gripping the table and he was gritting his teeth so hard that he was worried he might break a tooth.
   Beside him, Gregory was sitting back in his own chair lighting one of his awful cigars.
   “You need to relax or you’re going to hurt yourself. Loosen up a little. “
   “Are you serious? Loosen up? I’m bloody free bleeding from my leg! I’m stuck in a barn with a bunch of psychos, and your psycho leader thinks I am going to be some evil overlord. So no, I’m not going to relax anytime soon.” Al was at his end, he was fed up and angry. And he was only getting more furious from the fact that now Gregory was outright bawling with laughter.
   “You have a great bit of fire in you little Lord; you’re like an angry puppy. Me thinks I’ll call you pup.” Al was beyond fuming now; he grit his teeth and began to eat the small meal in front of him. Anger caused his every movement to be sharp and fast.
   “Well Pup, I have to be going for a bit. You had best sit tight and try to relax yourself. Getting your blood heated up that way will only hurt you.” He left the room, taking Al’s plate and cup with him. Once he was gone, Al regretted being so fast with his food. He should have been slow and savored it. He only got two meals a day and he tried to make them last. But Gregory had a way of getting to him in ways that he hated.
   After an hour of waiting in his chair, Al decided to walk about the room. As he walked, he tried to think about a way to get out. He knew that his family had to be looking for him, but he couldn’t just sit around waiting for them. There were no windows in his small room and when he left the room it was to only walk a short way to another windowless room. Maybe he could try to talk Gregory into letting him outside.
   After he had been walking and thinking for a bit he heard the door open behind him. He turned to see Sasha walk into the room. The sight of her made him cringe; there was something very wrong with this woman. Beyond what was being done here at her command, she was sick.
   “It has come to my attention that you might get a bit lonely in here.” Her voice was low and smoky, and she had a very scary look in her eyes. “I think I want to try to find you the snake I saw in my vision. I will be bringing you in some snakes to choose from. Would that be good with you, My Lord?”
   “I don’t want a snake, I want to go home. If I’m your Lord then you should do as I say and let me go home.” Al was trying to sound stern, but it just came out as whiney.
   She gave him a very dark look, “I cannot do that. I want to see you come to power and in order to do that I must keep you here and train you. Gregory is teaching you how to accept pain and love it. And soon I will teach you how to harness the powers that lie within you.”
   “But I can’t use magic before I go to Hogwarts, and then I can’t use it outside school.”
   “My dear boy, I can teach you how to use magic without a wand and in ways the ministry couldn’t even dream of in their safe little bubble.” She was walking closer to him as she spoke and as she finished her sentence she was hovering over him like an evil cloud. She reached up to touch his face and he instinctually pulled away. She smacked him and pulled his face to hers, so close that their noses touched.
   “Do not shy from me. I will not do you more harm than necessary. I am here to make you into the great man that you will become.” She pulled his chin close and kissed him. Al closed his eyes and sealed his lips. She gripped his arms tightly, but he would not give in. Why was it so different than with Gregory? They both scared him, but Gregory felt better: rougher and powerful. She felt cold and wrong.
   After a few more seconds she shoved him away. His leg made him too unstable and he fell with a grunt and tears filled his eyes.
   “Don’t! Don’t you dare cry! You are to be the Dark Ruler of the Earth; you will not cry!” She screamed at him, smacking him across his left cheek. He looked down at his leg and saw that it was bleeding again. He got very light headed; his brain couldn’t take it. He threw up and as the world went black a voice in his head laughed.
   When Al woke up, his bandages had been changed, which he was happy for since he had puked all over them. He was also in cleaner clothes; not clean but cleaner than what he had been in. He curled into a ball and felt tears sting his eyes. What had happened? Who laughed and how long had he been out?
   After a few minutes Gregory stormed in and slammed the door. He set down a tray of food for Al, more than they normally gave him, and it smelled good.
   “After the stunt that She-Bitch pulled, we are now behind where I would like you to be.” He picked Albus up and set him in the chair. “I made you better food since the devil woman made to lose your breakfast.”
   “How long was I out for?” Al rubbed his eyes trying to focus on his food. It was mac and cheese but there was a lot of it; It was beautiful.
   “You have slept for about a two days. What did she do? When I came back she was laying on the floor covered in scratches and you were standing there with a grin on your face. Then you just up and fainted.” He eyed Albus, waiting for an answer.
   “She kissed me, on the lips.” Why tell him this, why tell him anything? “And then she hit me for pulling away from her.” Al looked at his food, hoping that was the end of it.
   Gregory handed him a fork and Al began to eat slowly, wanting to make this meal last. It was SO good.
   “Well, no matter what all happened, we have a bit to make up for. How is your leg feeling?”
   “It hurts, but I can walk ok,” Al rubbed the bandages to check how bad it hurt. It was a deep hurt, but it was going away. “Why doesn’t somebody heal it with magic; why just the creams and bandages?” Al glared at Gregory between bits of food.
   “Because if I heal it, you learn nothing. Pain teaches.” He looked so smug, it made Al angry. Gregory just laughed and took a bite of mac and cheese.
   “Hey, that’s mine!”
   “Do something about it and I’ll stop.” As Gregory chewed and swallowed Al’s food, he got up and moved about the room while Al finished eating.
   “So, what now? What new bad stuff are you going to do to me?” Al grumped in his chair. He was too angry to be scared right now. He had a feeling that would bite him later.
   “Now, my little pup, we go on with training your other leg now that the first is healing well. Once we are done with your legs we are going to work with the whip again and then your arms. Sound like a plan, child?”
   Al panicked at the thought of the cilices. He was getting scared now. His anger was fading and the fear was starting to take over. He felt the tears coming on again and remembered Sasha yelling at him. He wanted to cry in spite of her.
   “ I still don’t understand why. Why are you doing these awful things? How is this going to make me into some evil overlord?” His tears were free flowing now, and his head was starting to hurt.
   “I wondered that myself for a time, but once I saw you standing there after Sasha kissed you, I’m beginning to understand. I think there is something inside you that wants out badly. I have seen glimpses of it, but really saw it for the first time the other day. There is a demon of sorts in you, and pain and fear are going to bring him to light.” Gregory walked closer with each word until he was over Al, not unlike Sasha.
   “Now, dry those tears and lets get to work.” He held out his hand to Albus, and he accepted it.
   As Gregory lead Al into the other room full of strange and frightening objects, he began to get dizzy again, but it was probably just from the crying. At least he hoped it was. He didn’t want to black out again.
   Gregory was tooling around with something on a table out of his sight. Al began to fidget where he stood and finally take a good look at the room. It wasn’t too big and was full of things Al had never seen before, and they all seemed to have a dark purpose. Al spotted the chain he was held by still hanging from the ceiling.
   After a few more minutes, Gregory turned around with another cilice and Al gasped and stumbled backwards into the door. Pain shot through his leg and he thought about trying to run.
   “Don’t worry Pup, this isn’t for you, at least not today. Just preparing. Now come to me and we will begin,” Gregory called Al over to his work table. “I feel that we started this wrong, but I felt the need to please Sasha so she would let me do as I please with you. That is the reason for your introduction to this being so rough, and I apologize. Will you forgive me, my boy?” He bowed low to Al and offered his hand.
   Al felt that he had no choice but to accept the apology. He took Gregory’s hand and told him he accepted.
   Gregory stood to his full hight and pulled Albus into his arms, gave him a bear hug and laughed, “Good, now we may begin properly.” He put Al down and turned to the table.
   “Now, these are the things that we will be using over the next few days. You will get another sharpened cilice on your other leg and you will have dulled ones on your arms. They will not cut, but they will be very uncomfortable.” Gregory showed him the other cilice. The sight of the sharp one scared him.
   “But you said that wasn’t for me today,” Al hated the whine in his voice, but it was true.
   “That one is for you, but not today,” He pulled out a longer one, the one Al saw before, “This is for me. As your teacher I will now suffer with you, and teach you to handle to pain.” He set it back down and continued, “between the sharp cilice and the dull, you will be whipped, lightly at first, then harder each time we change your cilice. I want to test your limits and then move you beyond them. And worry not, as I said, I will suffer with you. A student should never be alone in his pain. I am truly sorry for your introduction.”
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