The First Enochian Key

A/N...Last chapter...only the epilogue to go now...I may have it up today...maybe...Enjoy!
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“She is omnipotent. Castles fall at her feet. The Jews have been expelled. The Moors prepare their last surrender. The Queen is at Granada, riding at her armies’ head…The earth adores her footfall. Its shadows flee before the brilliance of her eyes.”

--Taken from Salman Rushdie’s “East, West”

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His new angel.

Beautiful. Intelligent. Gentle. Perfect in every way possible not in the least because of the selfless gift she offered him.

Her love.

And as they stood together on the same spot she had found and rescued him merely six months ago, declaring their undying love and devotion, exchanging the promises of two souls now bound together, creating between them a new solace of contentment and duet of a long craved for requiem of passing and deliverance for Severus from his childhood and life of torment, his anti-haven became infused with the purity of their bonding. It was the place in which angels had feared to tread in the past, but now welcoming him to create a new world for them because of his new hope. And all because one of them was standing by his side. And a tear rolled down his cheek as she spoke her words. And he realized that she would offer him what Lily never had.

Strength for them both.

His angel Hermione. She made everything all right. And within her he had found meaning and new direction. She had not left him to wonder aimlessly after the war, giving him the companionship he had needed to carry on. And he had. And that is where he found himself now. Mocking the loss and defeat of his anti-haven with what he had searched for within it for so much of his life.

But there was something beneath it all. Teasing him with its presence. Threatening him. Distracting him.

Although he desperately wanted to become lost within his young bride who had given herself so willingly, ignoring the barbs of jealousy and rejection of her fellow students for marrying her Professor even with the blessing of Dumbledore and her parents, both parties claiming that they were overjoyed with his long sort after peace, he found he was held back. That there was something deep within that was rebelling. And he knew exactly what it was. The enigma had made themselves clear as to why he was disappointing so very many by taking his pure Hermione *Mudblood trash* and claiming her with her permission to be his for eternity.

Lucius.

I love you Lucius

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They sat cradled within each other’s embrace long after each had shed the last of their tears, selfishly drawing what they needed from the other. Neither minding violating the emotions and conscience of the other. Desecrating others psyche to fwhatwhat it was each was missing within themselves. And strangely they had found it. Two unlikely soul mates, 25 years chronological difference but beholding an understanding of timelessness that reached far beyond such petty and socially prescribed boundaries. And they had walked from the battlefield together, hand in hand, the once fiery and repulsive personal establishment of disrespect and misunderstanding between them abandoned, to be replaced with something alien to both. Neither understanding what it was, but neither willing to risk losing it.

All from one afternoon. Just like all those years ago, when Severus’ world had fallen apart because of his name and the foundering strength of the one who could have prevented so much. But had in the end. Lily. From just one afternoon again he found a reason to be, and within that reason experienced what he had cried and fought to feel for so long. And he promised himself, with all those who he had loved and abused him so long ago now gone forever, that he would do it for himself. He would offer himself completely. Willing for the first time to risk everything to gain even more.

And she had accepted him.

She had continued to search him out of her own volition after aft afternoon. To use him for her own needs, unwittingly sharing with him what he desired for himself. Unknowingly soothing his mind body and soul while she stroked his silky hair *just like mother*, just as her words brought comfort to his conscience. But never in even their most intimate moments did he allow the darkness within him to violate her. As much as it struggled to come to the surface, he never crossed the invisible boundary of desire and sacrilegious abuse that he had established. And she seemed grateful. An obvious prize, a gift of appreciation for the one who would eventually win her and save her from herself in return.

Because she had pain too, and as he searched deeper for its cause, she told him that he had taken it from her with every probe he made. Every offering of understanding and unconditional acceptance he had shown her. And with his love.

And finally one night after hours of contentment and affection between the two he could stand no more the possibility of having to traipse through the remainder of his existence without her. And he confessed to her his deepest desire.

And she had said yes.

Last night.

And she had left in euphoria soon afterwards to make the arrangements, for neither wanted to wait another moment. Not wanting to give the fates another chance to intervene and force them to lose what they had finally discovered for themselves within each other. But the fates it would seem never slept and never missed an opportunity to remind Severus that he belonged to them. For after Hermione had left, Severus’ first love had appeared from the shadows of his rooms, sucking the warmth that had engulfed him with Hermione’s presence.

Lucius.

I love you Lucius

My Hermione

And so began a new battle of will.

The memories of his past flashed violently in front of Severus’ eyes as Lucius stood over his cowering body. Taunting him once more with the promise of blood and the rapture Severus had always experienced in his most dominating actions. That he was betraying his true adored and mentor, his very own brother and lover, by taking in his angel *Mudblood trash* .His Hermione. What would his father think? What would his mo’s a’s attentions be? How could he relegate everything everyone who had ever cared about him had taught him to the scrap heap of his existence? To betray his line. To abandon those who needed his leadership. To turn his back on the greatness he could give the world as King now that Lord Voldemort was gone. To be everything that he had raised to be. Spitting on Lucius’ memory and everything he had done for the cowering and pathetic third year, misplaced in the wilderness of loss and defeat My anti-haven.

I love you Severus

Mudblood trash

My Hermione

No. It was over. No longer was Severus a pawn in the game of domination. Of pain and suffering. No longer would he feed lavishly on the spilled essence of those below him. Because there were no longer any inferior. His status given up for the one who had offered him more. That for the first time the love within him, which had always been forced down and forgotten to enable his achievement of the ultimate goal, was now being reciprocated. And he would not deny it this time. He could not survive throwing it aside for his self-gratification of his baser instincts. Not again.

But yes. He did have those animalistic desirAnd And he had just admitted as much. And no matter where he went or how much he denied it, Severus would always be the monster cultivated only to show the world what true suffering was. And he knew it. And he was only lying to himself by not acknowledging the truth. The tears he was spilling now *Yes, most disappointing Severus* only served to confirm it to those present in the room.

And Lucius had left then, leaving a newly broken Severus writhing on the floor, experiencing new levels of anguish. An emotion he had thought had been taken from him whermiormione had entered his world.

And it hurt. Oh Gods how it stung his soul to know that Lucius, even in his death, was right. That it would always be a part of him and Severus would never know when it would decide to raise its ugly head and destroy what he had found.

And in that moment Hermione’s face appeared in his mind.

And in the next, his beautiful Lily.

And that was when he realized that if he didn’t at least try, then he would never know anything else. And the darkness would win anyway.

Mudblood trash

~*~

Severus lay his angel down on his bed, now their marital bed, and proceeded to show her how much love and contentment she had brought into his world. His appreciation of her beauty and the honor he felt in accepting the gift of her innocence that she had kept for her savior. And the trained attentive and gentle lover began his long anticipated attentions to her. Giving her pleasure first with his mouth and then with his deft fingers, wanting to draw out the excitement and pleasure of unwrapping the most precious gift he had ever received. And he relished in her response to him. Her encouragement, her soft whimpers and moans. Her tears from the beauty she said he was encompassing her with.

And as pul pulled him finally to her, after hours of his selfless ministrations, to consummate in the most intimate way their final bonding, the stench of evil permeated Severus’ senses. He did not have to raise his head to know that Lucius had returned for this moment. To prove to Severus’ that he could not escape what was inherent within his soul. And that he knew that Severus would not betray all of those he had forsaken for so long already. And Severus pulled from his love, not being able to look at the hurt from his betrayal he knew would be in her eyes.

And he watched in fear and apprehension as Lucius descended on her.

Filthy fucking whore

And Severus’ eyes flashed in understanding.

He knew what it was he needed to do.

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Acknowledgements...

Rilla:- I always knew you were a bad, bad girl...Even though I am most pleased that me ramblings have cause you so much distraction...I am sure whatever you agreed to with your mother will be tolerable...if not let me know and I will get a Dr. friend of mine to issue you with a medical certificate stating that in yur condition you are not in any state to agree to anything, therefore your commitment must be null and void...I hope this helps...thank you again for you unwavering support...xxxx

WendyNat:- Fluff? What the Hell is Fluff??*evil grin*..all in good time my dear, all in good time. (maybe)..Thank you once more for your kind words...xxx

Ana Ng:- No, you are not the only one who has recognised this trend...It comes from never having those baser instincts fulfilled within you. Us latent Goths and mother of children under 10 I think recognise what our fantasies are and find them epitomised in our dear Potions Master...forever untouchable as in real life, but always present....Thank you for you kind words, and better reviewing late then never...xxx

Yep it is true only the epilogue to go..Shem xxx