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Chapter 109 ~ Voldemort's Eternal Reward (Short Chapter)

Mathias clung to Voldemort's soul as they began their journey back through his life. It was much different than Mathias' own journey had been. Instead of images on a black background, a deep crimson color surrounded them on all sides and screams reverberated all around them. Images of wizards and wizards being tortured and murdered swirled around them. Every image seemed to be based on pain and bloodshed.

Mathias saw his father for a moment swinging in manacles, a wand tapping a forearm and the Dark Mark appearing. Then he saw Harry Potter diving behind a gravestone, and then a dark forest with rats fleeing before them, then a lovely green eyed-woman screaming "not my baby!" then three people in a house, two wizards and a witch being enveloped in green light, and an old witch falling, blood flowing from her head, then a place with a lot of taunting children, then a dark-haired woman, very large, looking down at them, then flopping back, dead. Then came the pressure as they re-entered the womb.

Mathias could feel the fear radiating off Voldemort as they moved toward the plain, the cities of the world rising and falling until they came to the creation of the world, and then the nothingness, and the crimson and inky black sky that signaled they had arrived at the plain of the Dark Soul of the World. Both Mathias and Voldemort floated down, landing on the plain, the mountains in the distance. Mathias looked over at the naked wizard.

Voldemort looked nothing like he did in the bedroom chambers. He looked like an ordinary wizard, dark-haired and dark eyed. Actually, he looked just like he did when Mathias was evaluated.

"Where am I? What have you done you little bastard?" Tom Riddle said to Mathias.

Above them, two huge red eyes opened in the mass of roiling black clouds.

"I've taken you on a journey. A one-way journey," Mathias said, backing up from the wizard in case he attacked him. Tom thrust his hands at the young wizard, but nothing happened.

"Magic doesn't work here," Mathias said.

"Where is here? What is this cursed place?" the wizard demanded. He looked down at himself for a moment. "What is this? Why do I look like this?"

Because your soul, black as it is, hasn't changed. It does not reflect the monster you've become, Tom Riddle

Voldemort whirled as the deep, silken voice of the Dark Soul answered him.

"Who addresses me in such a manner? My name is Lord Voldemort!" the wizard seethed, "The most powerful wizard in the wizarding world!"

The Dark Soul chuckled.

No longer. You are dog food now. Or soon will be.

"How dare you! Show yourself!" Tom spat.

Look up, proud wizard. Look up and see the Master of your Soul.

Tom looked up and blanched at the red eyes focused on him. Then he regrouped.

"A drifting wad of black cloud claims to be my master? Even a wind could scatter you!" the wizard hissed. He turned to Mathias.

"Get me out of here, you little fuck, or I'll tear your head off!" he threatened the boy.

Suddenly a fork of lightning blasted a crater by Tom's feet. He jumped and looked up at the sky. The black cloud was rolling angrily, the eyes narrowed.

You dare insult and defy the Dark Soul of the World, wizard?

Tom looked up at the cloud nervously now.

The Dark Soul addressed Mathias.

You and your brother have come very close to me this day, Mathias Snape. Even now Andreas does a dark deed that stains his soul. The only thing that saves him is the one he destroys is much more evil, and his departure from the world balances the boy towards good. Again he escapes me. But I will keep this one. You may return, Mathias Snape, but I will be waiting for you to fall to me. You are dark. You can do great evil.

Mathias looked up at the Dark Soul.

"Don't count on it," he replied, feeling himself lightening and lifting off the plain. "I plan to give evil a wide berth from now on."

"Wait!" Tom cried, rushing forward and trying to grab Mathias by his ankle, but he was insubstantial, and the wizard's hand passed right through. "Take me with you!"

"You're home, Voldemort. Right where you belong," Mathias called down to him. Then the boy disappeared.

"Nooooo!" Tom cried extending his arms toward where the boy disappeared. "Don't leave me in this desolate place!"

It is not completely desolate Tom Riddle. You have created quite a city here. Here comes one of its citizens now.

The red eyes shifted toward the mountains. A lone figure was walking towards Voldemort, covering ground quickly though jerkily.

"Who is that?" he asked, fear rising like bile in his throat.

The woman walked forward, stopping a few feet from him, her face in shadow.

"You remember me Tom?" the woman said in an ancient voice.

"No, I don't know you," Tom replied.

"You should know me. You met me when you worked at Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley, and murdered me for a relic of Helga Hufflepuff's and the heavy gold Slytherin locket that once belonged to your mother. Then you pinned my murder on my poor faithful house elf, Hokey. I was your first victim," the witch hissed, stepping forward, her wrinkled face contorted with hatred and her eyes glowing redly. "And I am only one of the residents of the 'City of the Dead' you created."

Her gnarled hands were like claws, with long sharp nails and when she smiled at him, Tom saw with horror that her mouth was filled with pointed teeth. He backed away from her.

"Get away from me!" he cried.

The Dark Soul chuckled.

More come to greet you, Tom Riddle.

Suddenly Tom saw a crowd of people walking, limping and even crawling towards him. All the wizards, witches, muggles and children he had ever murdered. James and Lily Potter were in the lead, their faces contorted and red eyes glowing. His father, grandfather and grandmother who he had murdered at the Riddle House walked toward him stiffly. There were hundreds. Thousands. All moving toward him, all coming to claim their revenge.

"No!" Tom screamed. He fled, the red eyes of the Dark Soul upon him. Suddenly he ran into a wall of stone and fell back. The wizard stood up and found he was in a cul-de-sac of stone…his victims crowding through the neck of it. He had nowhere to go.

"Mercy!" he screamed up at the silent cloud.

Mercy is only for the merciful Tom Riddle. You will relive every torment, be torn apart again and again, scourged and beaten, the pain a thousand-fold stronger than that you inflicted. There is no Death here. Your cries will be my music for an eternity. There is no reward for evil but evil, Tom Riddle…and you have an endless treasure trove to explore.

Tom Riddle backed against the wall as the first wave of his victims reached out for him. He fought frantically as they pulled him into their midst, smelling of death, tearing at his flesh and cursing his very soul. They closed over the screaming wizard, their bodies churning.

Above it all, the Dark Soul watched silently. The pain, fear and horror of suffering wizard would be a source of strength forever.

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A/N: A very short chapter of the final reward for Voldemort. Very fitting I think. Please review.