FLAME

Chapter one is up, hail the Queen Bitch Azriel *lol* LOVE reviews and am positively dying to hear back about this tale. A GREAT many thank you's to my beta's menolly and Brooke - simply excellent work :) ps: go read PANDORA - Love Esme
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He watched every move she made as she sat by the Dark Lord's side. Her arms and shoulders were bare and she wore a sheath like dress of an iridescent orchid color. A crown of opals, set among tiny silver strands that kept them all together, adorned her hair. She was lounging languidly on a chaise, and once her eyes set on Lucius, they never departed from him.

Though few were knowledgeable of her, she was the Dark Lord's Queen. Few had the pleasure of gazing upon her opalescent skin and lustrous ebony hair that flowed to her knee. Lucius was used to the electricity in the air when he met wizards or witches of great power; he was attracted to the powerful, and he was instantly attracted to Azriel, like a moth to a flame.

He rarely felt fear, but when she gazed at him with her violet eyes, he felt his skin crawl and his pulse pound. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dim candlelight and her full cupid's bow lips although as pale as her skin, were as glossy and reflective as mirrors. He did not see her lips move, but he felt like she was speaking to him, wordlessly … he felt compelled to her. She entranced him with her eyes, willing him to come to her.

He did as she willed and seemed to glide over to her. He knelt before her and cast his eyes down. Her eyes slowly drank in his face, hair and body and glowed brighter in appreciation. Voldemort was powerful and worshiped her loyally… but this creature before her, with his platinum hair and silver eyes had woken a fire in her that she thought long dead.


Lucius thought his heart would burst from his chest. This mysterious woman was more powerful than any other being he had ever met and he had the feeling she could stop his heart with just the flash of her ultra violet eyes.

He sat as still as a statue when her long delicate fingers slid under his chin and turned his face up to hers. His pupils dilated in their silver orbs as her face drew closer to his. He saw the corners of her mouth turn up in faint smile, but her eyes were what beamed at him. Her eyes grew wider and his breath hitched as she gently stroked his bottom lip with her thumb.

She sent jolts of pleasure and electricity through his veins and he felt as if he were weightless. She caressed his lips with her thumb before she cupped his face in her hand. He couldn't help himself and closed his eyes as he leaned into her caresses.

Voldemort felt his blood boil at the sight, Lucius on his knees in front of her, rubbing himself against her hand like a great lap cat.

Though the wizarding world had assumed Voldemort was the cruellest darkest wizard in existence, Voldemort was not the darkest or most powerful of their kind.

Azriel, his queen, was crueler and even more powerful than he himself, though not a wizard, but a witch. She was well aware of the double standard in the world of wizards; women, though as powerful as men, did not get the credit for their deeds.

Voldemort had become obsessed with her the second he had laid eyes on her. He had heard her story and studied her in a very obscure diary of Salazar Slytherin's. Where he had idealized Salazar, he worshiped Azriel. Azriel had brought him his greatness and it was she who had instructed Salazar to depart from the school.

Voldemort was her humble slave and lover and had killed many people in her name. On his quest for her, he had wanted to attain greatness, to make his name feared and respected amongst all wizard kind. Only Azriel could instruct him how to do so, and only she could ensure his immortality, as she herself was an immortal. Voldemort was hopelessly in love with her, and she would be his key to eternal life; he killed in her name so that one day he would spend eternity with her.

His heart ached at the sight of sheer bliss written across Lucius' face. He desperately did everything to please her. He had tried unsuccessfully to sate her insatiable lust for flesh and power and he was afraid she would lose interest in him now that she seemed so taken with the blonde.

"My Queen, I present you with my legions," Voldemort said with a wave of his hand. Every Death Eater and those followers soon to receive their mark were present in the cold stone room of the castle Azriel and he now shared. He had bought it for her, an ancient and vast castle in Scotland.

Her hand nestled on Lucius' broad shoulder and she stroked his silken hair. "I am pleased with you Thomas. You honor me with so many slaves". Her voice seemed to echo within her own vocal chords and chilled the blood of all who heard it. She had willed Lucius to sit at her feet and he obeyed dutifully.

Narcissa was seething in silent fury in the back of the room. The Dark Lord had told them all of his Queen's power and that it was Azriel who they all were truly serving. She feared and hated the raven-haired beauty who had her husband sitting at her feet like an animal pleading for attention. Narcissa had dug her nails so deeply into her palm they started to bleed.

Voldemort then stood. "We finally are reunited with our Queen, this occasion is held in her honor…soon we will rid ourselves of those unworthy of the title of wizard, for tonight is the dawn of a new age," he hissed to the crowds.

Azriel rose and took Voldemort's hand in hers. "My loyal children… your Dark Lord has served me well and he will be rewarded greatly for his sacrifices… but those of you who had deserted him must suffer the consequences… I demand one soul from your ranks to be offered to me by tomorrow's eve" she said candidly.

The room was deafeningly quiet as Azriel took her seat on the chaise again. "Thomas you will decide whose blood will be spilt," she echoed to Voldemort. As Voldemort gazed back at his beloved and saw her stroking Lucius' cheek again, Voldemort instantly made his decision as to who would be their sacrifice. She gazed back over to Voldemort and beckoned him over to her with her finger. "Yes my Queen?" Voldemort said as he kneeled at her side, next to Lucius. She stroked the side of Voldemort's face affectionately "I want an orgy Thomas… of my choosing, I want to see him with my female slaves," she said as she grasped Lucius shoulder.