The First Enochian Key
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,203
Reviews:
47
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lucifer is the Devil's angel of light.
A/N:- I had not intended originally for an SS/LM coupling to occur, even though it is minor, but it just seemed to appear of its own volition....
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“You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn’t do the things that I can do now
This thing is slowly taking me apart,
Grey would be the color, if I had a heart.”—T.Reznor.
~*~
Severus stood in the shadows of the same ancient oak tree by the lake at Hogwarts as the night when Lucius had found him and drawn him from his self-pity three and a half years ago. He had taken Severus under his wing and protected him. He had taught Severus the realities of being an aristocratic Pureblood heir and gently coaxed him from his introspective shell. Through what Severus would have once described as uncharacteristic for Lucius, he had taught Severus with an erotic and intellectual gentleness, and with the patience of a lover. Lucius had been strict however in his education and Severus had begun to exhibit the results of his tutelage almost immediately. Created in Lucius own image, Severus had become strong. Defiant. Stoic. Proud, and at the very least, dangerous.
Through Lucius, Severus had finally understood what his parents had meant when they had said he would control the destiny of others.
And he reveled in it.
The student body feared him now. And he loved it.
Lucius had shown him power and its practical applications. And Severus had finally understood. He had finally made his parents proud, even though it was only in his mind; they still had not contacted him. Six and half years it had been since he had heard from them. Not since he haardearded the train to Hogwarts had they shown an interest in him. But he understood now. He understood everything.
Severus had learned through Lucius that the Snape and Malfoy families had been close allies for centuries. Lucius had also explained that he had been instructed by his own father as well as Severus’ to watch over the boy and help complete his education into the social status that Severus was born and molded into. He said that he had watched Severus closely from the time he had been sorted into Slytherin, something he should be very proud of indeed, and that his lack of intervention in the past, was a strategic move on his part to ensure that Severus would understand what was required of him. That only through experiencing pain and desperation would he know what it was like and as such understand the effect he would havehis his position of power over those below him. Those not worthy of his time or acknowledgement.
And Severus had finally understood what his parents had been trying to do. Through their harsh words, and intolerable beatings, their removal of themselves from his life. The dominance of the Pureblooded. Yes Father. Pure blood.
Blood.
Pure.
As he stood in the shadows of the old oak tree waiting for Lucius to introduce him to what would be his road for the rest of his life, Severus understood everything. Tonight his life would be enhanced. He would fulfill the destiny that his parents had given him. And he was sure he would make them proud.
Lucius, despite the two-year age gap between himself and Severus, had welcomed him into his world with the love and acceptance Severus had always craved. Within Lucius he finally found companionship and understanding. Someone who encouraged his astounding intellect and desire for knowledge just like Mother but whose authoritarian persona and unforgiving temperament, ensured that he was both feared and respected amongst their peers at Hogwarts. And Lucius had graced Severus with the same power. And Severus loved him for it. Within Lucius, Severus found the family he always wanted, and unconditional love amalgamated effectively with the morals and ideals his father, through his mother, had thrashed into him as a child. His life was in perfect harmony. Tonight he would make his parents proud because he finally understood.
Severus had, through Lucius’ encouragement and lead, even managed to rid himself of the insecurities and shame he felt when ridiculed by \'The Gryffindor 4\'. He returned their verbal, physical and magical taunting with well disguised enthusiasm, and enjoyed the looks of disbelief on their faces when, as it was more usual than not now, Severus came out victorious in the bantering. *Idiots*. They had become parasites to him that needed to be crushed, be locked in a box and forgotten about. He paid them no mind anymore, for he knew he was above them, and he reveled in his position. His power.
As for his sweet Lily, that little piece of Mudblood trash I understand father could go fuck herself as far as he was concerned I love you Lily. Walking around like a Goddamn Queen with her ever present bodyguards. Fucking whore. I love you Lily. It had taken more time to open his eyes and change his mindset towards her than the rest of education had, but gradually her beautiful and polite smiles were returned with the trademark sneer that all the other students beneath him were now subject to. Fucking whore And he could see the hurt in her eyes when he pierced her with his gaze. I love you Lily. And he reveled in the melancholy expressed on her beautiful face as a result. Mudblood trash.
Severus understood everything as he stood waiting for Lucius to escort him to his destiny. And he would make his parents proud.
Lucius had introduced Severus to the delights of women. Their touch. Their taste. Their scent. Their desires and what made them weak. He had been trained by those who had trained Lucius to become an attentive and accomplished lover for those who were worthy, and a demanding and vicious rapist to those who parasites were beneath him. Most weekends, and holidays now spent with Lucius at the Malfoy Estate, found Severus ‘practicing’ these skills for this moment tonight, when everything would come together as the fates had demanded when he had been born into his line. And he finally understood.
He would make his parents proud.
Lucius had taught Severus the benefits of a well-executed torture. How to extricate information he desired and how to control himself when the feeling of wanting to fuck his victim senseless coursed through his body and mind. There was always time for that, and if not, there was always more on hand. Lucius showed him the effectual nature of touch, how to play on the erogenous zones of his victims, how to have them begging for more and screaming for mercy at the same moment. How Severus could tempt the unsuspecting into giving him exactly what he most wanted before ending their miserable existence.
And most importantly, Lucuis had shown him how to kill and get away with it.
The feel and sound of bone cracking in his powerful hands. Or being covered with fresh, warm blood. Always with the intimate and personal touch of ‘manual handling’, never with the use of magic that would have him apprehended before the spell had taken effect and carted off to Azkaban. Fed to the Dementors.
Severus shuddered at the thought.
But he finally understood what it was his parents had tried to do. And tonight as he waited for Lucius, he knew that he would make them proud.
He was no longer the broken boy that lay cowering in the winter snow, pining for a lost love *Mudblood trash*. He was now a force to be reckoned with, and tonight he would be introduced to what would be his extended family. Those who were his equals, those who would understand, respect and love him. Those who would protect him and carry word back to his parents that he had done them proud.
Yes Father, I finally understand
I love you my sweet Mother
Fucking whore
I love you Lily
Mudblood trash
The shadowed figure stepping into the glow of the moonlight brought Severus from his musings. Dressed in the black robes of death and power, the silver mask of authority on his face. He was beautiful in Severus’ eyes. He wanted to be just like him. His first true love. An unbidden and unauthorized thought process.
Lucius approached Severus quickly, stopping within arms reach of his accomplished protégé. He reached out one gloved hand and ran his fingers down Severus’ face. Gently tracing a path around his jaw line, and over the lips, which were moistened by a tongue chasing his movement. Severus groaned as Lucius removed his fingers from his lips and replaced it with his mouth. The two locked in a personal battle for dominance under the moon, both feeling the others arousal, both knowing that after this nightere ere would be no more. After tonight Severus\' training would be complete and these precious moments would be taken from them. It was not love between them, it was attachment born of necessity and constant companionship. There would be no time for that after tonight. Their focuses would change. But each knew the other would be there as a brother. And that love woholdhold them strong.
Severus understood all of this even as Lucius pulled back from him. And as Lucius placed the portkey in his hand, Severus knew that tonight he would make his parents proud.
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Acknowledgements:-
Daya:- That explains a lot....not that I don\'t think that you aren\'t completely sane or whatever...
Am wondering at present if your influence has brought out the apparent language snob in me...If that is the case I owe you more than you can ever imagine....Thank you....Oh...BTW...nice catch there, that little slip may have cost you dearly had you not recognised it...*evil plotting grin*
Fervesco:- *wipes drool from shoulder* Please! No mindless adoration here...much prefer more tangible offerings...Threats of constant vilgilence over my writing will do you no good either...shall draw much needed humor from them and draw out your anguish as punishment...You shall n man may ways my dear...and you will come to relish in what I do offer...Thank you...*sorry, Gollum felt the need to take over there..Shem thanks you though and hopes that you continue to , well enjoy!*
Rilla:- Sad? The Mistress of Melancholy is calling my prose sad? Will let you in on a secret...I am writing this in direct retaliation of your \"Not a Hataletale\"...I am sure you understand why...Now you shall suffer the consequences....
Nesscafe:-Ahhhh...dark yes...but maybe hope?...Just a glimmer?...I am glad you are enjoying so far...I can only hope that you will feel the same about the remainder...Thank you...
Talene:-Hmmm... ask around...definitly not a good thing to make assumptions as to where I am headed at any one point in time with my writing...the prologue scene will be made clear eventually though, I can assure you...Thank you and I hope your intrigue carries though the remainder of this little tale...
No prizes for guessing the subject matter of the next chapter... Am aiming to have it up tonight...however I have probably just Hexed my muse by stating this, so don\'t count on it until it actually happens.......
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“You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn’t do the things that I can do now
This thing is slowly taking me apart,
Grey would be the color, if I had a heart.”—T.Reznor.
~*~
Severus stood in the shadows of the same ancient oak tree by the lake at Hogwarts as the night when Lucius had found him and drawn him from his self-pity three and a half years ago. He had taken Severus under his wing and protected him. He had taught Severus the realities of being an aristocratic Pureblood heir and gently coaxed him from his introspective shell. Through what Severus would have once described as uncharacteristic for Lucius, he had taught Severus with an erotic and intellectual gentleness, and with the patience of a lover. Lucius had been strict however in his education and Severus had begun to exhibit the results of his tutelage almost immediately. Created in Lucius own image, Severus had become strong. Defiant. Stoic. Proud, and at the very least, dangerous.
Through Lucius, Severus had finally understood what his parents had meant when they had said he would control the destiny of others.
And he reveled in it.
The student body feared him now. And he loved it.
Lucius had shown him power and its practical applications. And Severus had finally understood. He had finally made his parents proud, even though it was only in his mind; they still had not contacted him. Six and half years it had been since he had heard from them. Not since he haardearded the train to Hogwarts had they shown an interest in him. But he understood now. He understood everything.
Severus had learned through Lucius that the Snape and Malfoy families had been close allies for centuries. Lucius had also explained that he had been instructed by his own father as well as Severus’ to watch over the boy and help complete his education into the social status that Severus was born and molded into. He said that he had watched Severus closely from the time he had been sorted into Slytherin, something he should be very proud of indeed, and that his lack of intervention in the past, was a strategic move on his part to ensure that Severus would understand what was required of him. That only through experiencing pain and desperation would he know what it was like and as such understand the effect he would havehis his position of power over those below him. Those not worthy of his time or acknowledgement.
And Severus had finally understood what his parents had been trying to do. Through their harsh words, and intolerable beatings, their removal of themselves from his life. The dominance of the Pureblooded. Yes Father. Pure blood.
Blood.
Pure.
As he stood in the shadows of the old oak tree waiting for Lucius to introduce him to what would be his road for the rest of his life, Severus understood everything. Tonight his life would be enhanced. He would fulfill the destiny that his parents had given him. And he was sure he would make them proud.
Lucius, despite the two-year age gap between himself and Severus, had welcomed him into his world with the love and acceptance Severus had always craved. Within Lucius he finally found companionship and understanding. Someone who encouraged his astounding intellect and desire for knowledge just like Mother but whose authoritarian persona and unforgiving temperament, ensured that he was both feared and respected amongst their peers at Hogwarts. And Lucius had graced Severus with the same power. And Severus loved him for it. Within Lucius, Severus found the family he always wanted, and unconditional love amalgamated effectively with the morals and ideals his father, through his mother, had thrashed into him as a child. His life was in perfect harmony. Tonight he would make his parents proud because he finally understood.
Severus had, through Lucius’ encouragement and lead, even managed to rid himself of the insecurities and shame he felt when ridiculed by \'The Gryffindor 4\'. He returned their verbal, physical and magical taunting with well disguised enthusiasm, and enjoyed the looks of disbelief on their faces when, as it was more usual than not now, Severus came out victorious in the bantering. *Idiots*. They had become parasites to him that needed to be crushed, be locked in a box and forgotten about. He paid them no mind anymore, for he knew he was above them, and he reveled in his position. His power.
As for his sweet Lily, that little piece of Mudblood trash I understand father could go fuck herself as far as he was concerned I love you Lily. Walking around like a Goddamn Queen with her ever present bodyguards. Fucking whore. I love you Lily. It had taken more time to open his eyes and change his mindset towards her than the rest of education had, but gradually her beautiful and polite smiles were returned with the trademark sneer that all the other students beneath him were now subject to. Fucking whore And he could see the hurt in her eyes when he pierced her with his gaze. I love you Lily. And he reveled in the melancholy expressed on her beautiful face as a result. Mudblood trash.
Severus understood everything as he stood waiting for Lucius to escort him to his destiny. And he would make his parents proud.
Lucius had introduced Severus to the delights of women. Their touch. Their taste. Their scent. Their desires and what made them weak. He had been trained by those who had trained Lucius to become an attentive and accomplished lover for those who were worthy, and a demanding and vicious rapist to those who parasites were beneath him. Most weekends, and holidays now spent with Lucius at the Malfoy Estate, found Severus ‘practicing’ these skills for this moment tonight, when everything would come together as the fates had demanded when he had been born into his line. And he finally understood.
He would make his parents proud.
Lucius had taught Severus the benefits of a well-executed torture. How to extricate information he desired and how to control himself when the feeling of wanting to fuck his victim senseless coursed through his body and mind. There was always time for that, and if not, there was always more on hand. Lucius showed him the effectual nature of touch, how to play on the erogenous zones of his victims, how to have them begging for more and screaming for mercy at the same moment. How Severus could tempt the unsuspecting into giving him exactly what he most wanted before ending their miserable existence.
And most importantly, Lucuis had shown him how to kill and get away with it.
The feel and sound of bone cracking in his powerful hands. Or being covered with fresh, warm blood. Always with the intimate and personal touch of ‘manual handling’, never with the use of magic that would have him apprehended before the spell had taken effect and carted off to Azkaban. Fed to the Dementors.
Severus shuddered at the thought.
But he finally understood what it was his parents had tried to do. And tonight as he waited for Lucius, he knew that he would make them proud.
He was no longer the broken boy that lay cowering in the winter snow, pining for a lost love *Mudblood trash*. He was now a force to be reckoned with, and tonight he would be introduced to what would be his extended family. Those who were his equals, those who would understand, respect and love him. Those who would protect him and carry word back to his parents that he had done them proud.
Yes Father, I finally understand
I love you my sweet Mother
Fucking whore
I love you Lily
Mudblood trash
The shadowed figure stepping into the glow of the moonlight brought Severus from his musings. Dressed in the black robes of death and power, the silver mask of authority on his face. He was beautiful in Severus’ eyes. He wanted to be just like him. His first true love. An unbidden and unauthorized thought process.
Lucius approached Severus quickly, stopping within arms reach of his accomplished protégé. He reached out one gloved hand and ran his fingers down Severus’ face. Gently tracing a path around his jaw line, and over the lips, which were moistened by a tongue chasing his movement. Severus groaned as Lucius removed his fingers from his lips and replaced it with his mouth. The two locked in a personal battle for dominance under the moon, both feeling the others arousal, both knowing that after this nightere ere would be no more. After tonight Severus\' training would be complete and these precious moments would be taken from them. It was not love between them, it was attachment born of necessity and constant companionship. There would be no time for that after tonight. Their focuses would change. But each knew the other would be there as a brother. And that love woholdhold them strong.
Severus understood all of this even as Lucius pulled back from him. And as Lucius placed the portkey in his hand, Severus knew that tonight he would make his parents proud.
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Acknowledgements:-
Daya:- That explains a lot....not that I don\'t think that you aren\'t completely sane or whatever...
Am wondering at present if your influence has brought out the apparent language snob in me...If that is the case I owe you more than you can ever imagine....Thank you....Oh...BTW...nice catch there, that little slip may have cost you dearly had you not recognised it...*evil plotting grin*
Fervesco:- *wipes drool from shoulder* Please! No mindless adoration here...much prefer more tangible offerings...Threats of constant vilgilence over my writing will do you no good either...shall draw much needed humor from them and draw out your anguish as punishment...You shall n man may ways my dear...and you will come to relish in what I do offer...Thank you...*sorry, Gollum felt the need to take over there..Shem thanks you though and hopes that you continue to , well enjoy!*
Rilla:- Sad? The Mistress of Melancholy is calling my prose sad? Will let you in on a secret...I am writing this in direct retaliation of your \"Not a Hataletale\"...I am sure you understand why...Now you shall suffer the consequences....
Nesscafe:-Ahhhh...dark yes...but maybe hope?...Just a glimmer?...I am glad you are enjoying so far...I can only hope that you will feel the same about the remainder...Thank you...
Talene:-Hmmm... ask around...definitly not a good thing to make assumptions as to where I am headed at any one point in time with my writing...the prologue scene will be made clear eventually though, I can assure you...Thank you and I hope your intrigue carries though the remainder of this little tale...
No prizes for guessing the subject matter of the next chapter... Am aiming to have it up tonight...however I have probably just Hexed my muse by stating this, so don\'t count on it until it actually happens.......