The Immemorial Angel
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The Immemorial Angel
The Immemorial Angel
Author: Harnia DeClaires
Genre: Dark/Horror/AU
Rated: M/R/NC-17
Warning: BL, slash, BDMS, mind control, AU(caused by HBP), OC, Gryffindor bashing.
Status: Un-beated.
Summary: The Mistress have awakened and is now carrying her plan of bringing back the Age of the Gods. What role does Harry and Draco play in this? (7th Year, AU(caused by HBP))
Confusion note: This is the year of 1999, but since I\'m taking advantage of the AU warning, Harry is just starting the beginning of his Year 7 at Hogwarts. Addition to that, the magical school we all love does International exchange and transfers... Perhaps certain subjects of the past six books would be mentioned, but this is an absolute separate story and will not relate in any way to the last six books.
Disclaimer: I do not own any contents of Harry Potter, yet I do own the OCs and this plot.
Dedication: To Liliz, Furor and TV.
Prologue: The Awakening-
\"I do not like to be disturbed,\" said a voice coming from behind the curtain that a figure was kneeling in front of. The cold tone slicing through the darkness easily, putting the chill in Antarctica to shame. The person who was kneeling replied with a humble voice, carefully choosing his words, knowing if he upset the Mistress... it certainly would not be pretty.
\"I am sorry, Mistress, but the time has finally come,\" the figure bowed low, not daring the hold his head up to face his Mistress. The soft voice from behind the dark drawn curtains faintly held amusement.
\"Oh, has it now?\" she asked, smirking. \"And how long has your family been Serving, dearest Vivaran?\"
Said figure blinked in surprise, not understanding how the Mistress would\'ve picked it up so quickly. After all, she was only a girl about two years younger, no? \"For many, many centuries, Mistress. I belong to the Slechior tribe and we have served you since our tribe has been born,\" Vivaran said quietly. The Mistress began to chuckle lightly, the effect of the sound caused an involuntary shiver to run up the servant\'s bent spine in fear.
\"A faithful one, no?\"
\"Y-yes, Mistress,\" Vivaran stuttered, eyes still hasn\'t lifted to challenge the younger girl from behind the curtains.
\"You lie,\" she stated, the subtle truth had revelaed itself when he had stuttered, not knowing.
\"N-no, Mistress! of course not!\" Vivaran protested, now lifting his head to face the heavy curtains that were drawn. The room was dark and large, creating an eerie atmosphere with so little light and much darkness. Apparently, his Mistress has taken a liking in anything that is black.
\"Then,\" she spoke slowly, a sinister edge creeping into her sweet voice. \"What is that on your arm, foolish boy?\" With a flick of her finger, Vivaran\'s left sleeve was yanked up by an invisible hand and revealed a mark of a skull and two snakes. The servant was unprepared and fell backwards in surprise. To match the invisible hand that currently held up his sleeve, more hands reached out and pinned him effectively onto the dark carpeting. Slowly, he watched the curtain draw back to reveal a young girl about the age of 14 with pale features and a fragile air around her, freigning innocence. If one didn\'t know better, they would\'ve thought her pale lavender hair looked absolutely adorable with her violet eyes.
\"It\'s just... just a tattoo, Mistress,\" the boy whispered, unable to continue his staring contest with the pale girl on the bed. She sighed, resigned.
\"You Served another while I was Sleeping,\" the soft spoken words brought dread into the teen\'s veins, pounding at his skull like fire alarms. \"Speak the truth, boy. I do not wish to kill in my room. Whom may you have been Serving, Vivaran?\" the Mistress asked with mock sadness, brushing her purple bangs out of her face. \"Have you doubted the day of my Awakening?\"
\"N-no, Mistress...\" Vivaran\'s parents had warned him about going against the Mistress, warning him that he will suffer worse than the fate of death if she knew of him Serving another.
\"How much I want to believe you, boy,\" the Mistress smirked before her violet eyes began glowed a light silver as she snapped her fingers, watching in amusement as the boy before her wrinthed in pain.
\"Voldemort!\" he yelled, unable to keep himself sane from the torture anymore.
Looking up at the girl before him, the Slechior male didn\'t know how to explain his experience that night (if he manage to live through it), having invisible hands holding him on the ground as the girl sitting on the bed watched over him with amusement, making no signs of stopping his torture. Knowing that his voice system has been taken away as well, he wasn\'t able to scream. It was until that unfortunate night, he truly understood the words \'fear\' and \'darkness\'. This girl was a living example of the two combinations, giving off the aura with death written all over it.
\"Mhmm... a descent of Salazar Slytherin. How interesting...\" As glowing eyes was casted upon her servant, Mistress smirked. \"Prepare the ceremony of my Awakening...\"
\"Yes, Mistress...\" Vivaran gasped a sigh of relief as hands withdrew with his found voice and the pain of having knives shoved up his hole slowly ebbed away. He lived through it... and he swore to himself that he would defy Voldemort in anyway now, knowing next time it\'d be worse than having knives shoved up his ass.
\"Oh, yes. How could I ever forget?\" The girl turned and clapped her hands once, observing the boy as he hissed out in unexpecting pain as his arm was set on fire.
\"Please, Mistress!\" the Slechior boy cried out, desperately trying to put the fire out.
\"You do ever dare to betray me or doubt my choices again, Vivaran?\" the girl was saying it all too gleefully. The servant looked into his Mistress\'s eyes to find no trace of the smile she wore at her lips.
\"No, I\'ll never again, Mistress!\" Vivaran felt tears prickling the corners of his shut eyes, his arm was now turning to an burnt black.
\"The Holy Water has been brought to me from the Lake of Trancriaa a thousand years ago... it will break all magic roots of your tattoo. It will only be a mark of your stupidity to choose a Lord with such horrible taste,\" the Mistress tossed a small bottle at the boy\'s feet, being in a very good mood that she had caused suffering today. \"And now, I shall change.\"
\"Yes, Mistress,\" Slechior bowed once more and rushed quickly towards the door to put of the fire, knowing well that the Mistress would not like to have Holy Water spilt on her plushy black carpet. The girl was throwing off her covers before stopping the frantic teen just before he had a chance to touch the handle of the heavy oak doors.
\"Oh, yes, and make sure that the kitchens do prepare chicken the *right* way.\"
\"Yes, Mistress,\" after a moment of shuffling and the tall doors closed with a click.
The Mistress was once again blessed with silence. The girl swept to the far side of her room and faced the old dusty mirror. The mirror shattered as her glowing silver eyes pierced her reflection, shards of broken glass shot towards her face and scratched the Mistress. Within seconds, her cuts began to heal, and then she started to cackle. Her hand closed around a sharp fragment of the mirror, closing it tightly in her hand. The pale girl breathed in the musky scent of the dark room, haven\'t been able to see the sun properly for the past couple of millenia. Slowly, she strode over to her windows and snapped her fingers. A monstrous smile crept onto her beautiful features, her now violet eyes rolling heaven-wards to observe the setting sky. With another deep breath, she shuddered in surpressed delight.
\"I am back...\"
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-End of Prologue-
Author: Harnia DeClaires
Genre: Dark/Horror/AU
Rated: M/R/NC-17
Warning: BL, slash, BDMS, mind control, AU(caused by HBP), OC, Gryffindor bashing.
Status: Un-beated.
Summary: The Mistress have awakened and is now carrying her plan of bringing back the Age of the Gods. What role does Harry and Draco play in this? (7th Year, AU(caused by HBP))
Confusion note: This is the year of 1999, but since I\'m taking advantage of the AU warning, Harry is just starting the beginning of his Year 7 at Hogwarts. Addition to that, the magical school we all love does International exchange and transfers... Perhaps certain subjects of the past six books would be mentioned, but this is an absolute separate story and will not relate in any way to the last six books.
Disclaimer: I do not own any contents of Harry Potter, yet I do own the OCs and this plot.
Dedication: To Liliz, Furor and TV.
Prologue: The Awakening-
\"I do not like to be disturbed,\" said a voice coming from behind the curtain that a figure was kneeling in front of. The cold tone slicing through the darkness easily, putting the chill in Antarctica to shame. The person who was kneeling replied with a humble voice, carefully choosing his words, knowing if he upset the Mistress... it certainly would not be pretty.
\"I am sorry, Mistress, but the time has finally come,\" the figure bowed low, not daring the hold his head up to face his Mistress. The soft voice from behind the dark drawn curtains faintly held amusement.
\"Oh, has it now?\" she asked, smirking. \"And how long has your family been Serving, dearest Vivaran?\"
Said figure blinked in surprise, not understanding how the Mistress would\'ve picked it up so quickly. After all, she was only a girl about two years younger, no? \"For many, many centuries, Mistress. I belong to the Slechior tribe and we have served you since our tribe has been born,\" Vivaran said quietly. The Mistress began to chuckle lightly, the effect of the sound caused an involuntary shiver to run up the servant\'s bent spine in fear.
\"A faithful one, no?\"
\"Y-yes, Mistress,\" Vivaran stuttered, eyes still hasn\'t lifted to challenge the younger girl from behind the curtains.
\"You lie,\" she stated, the subtle truth had revelaed itself when he had stuttered, not knowing.
\"N-no, Mistress! of course not!\" Vivaran protested, now lifting his head to face the heavy curtains that were drawn. The room was dark and large, creating an eerie atmosphere with so little light and much darkness. Apparently, his Mistress has taken a liking in anything that is black.
\"Then,\" she spoke slowly, a sinister edge creeping into her sweet voice. \"What is that on your arm, foolish boy?\" With a flick of her finger, Vivaran\'s left sleeve was yanked up by an invisible hand and revealed a mark of a skull and two snakes. The servant was unprepared and fell backwards in surprise. To match the invisible hand that currently held up his sleeve, more hands reached out and pinned him effectively onto the dark carpeting. Slowly, he watched the curtain draw back to reveal a young girl about the age of 14 with pale features and a fragile air around her, freigning innocence. If one didn\'t know better, they would\'ve thought her pale lavender hair looked absolutely adorable with her violet eyes.
\"It\'s just... just a tattoo, Mistress,\" the boy whispered, unable to continue his staring contest with the pale girl on the bed. She sighed, resigned.
\"You Served another while I was Sleeping,\" the soft spoken words brought dread into the teen\'s veins, pounding at his skull like fire alarms. \"Speak the truth, boy. I do not wish to kill in my room. Whom may you have been Serving, Vivaran?\" the Mistress asked with mock sadness, brushing her purple bangs out of her face. \"Have you doubted the day of my Awakening?\"
\"N-no, Mistress...\" Vivaran\'s parents had warned him about going against the Mistress, warning him that he will suffer worse than the fate of death if she knew of him Serving another.
\"How much I want to believe you, boy,\" the Mistress smirked before her violet eyes began glowed a light silver as she snapped her fingers, watching in amusement as the boy before her wrinthed in pain.
\"Voldemort!\" he yelled, unable to keep himself sane from the torture anymore.
Looking up at the girl before him, the Slechior male didn\'t know how to explain his experience that night (if he manage to live through it), having invisible hands holding him on the ground as the girl sitting on the bed watched over him with amusement, making no signs of stopping his torture. Knowing that his voice system has been taken away as well, he wasn\'t able to scream. It was until that unfortunate night, he truly understood the words \'fear\' and \'darkness\'. This girl was a living example of the two combinations, giving off the aura with death written all over it.
\"Mhmm... a descent of Salazar Slytherin. How interesting...\" As glowing eyes was casted upon her servant, Mistress smirked. \"Prepare the ceremony of my Awakening...\"
\"Yes, Mistress...\" Vivaran gasped a sigh of relief as hands withdrew with his found voice and the pain of having knives shoved up his hole slowly ebbed away. He lived through it... and he swore to himself that he would defy Voldemort in anyway now, knowing next time it\'d be worse than having knives shoved up his ass.
\"Oh, yes. How could I ever forget?\" The girl turned and clapped her hands once, observing the boy as he hissed out in unexpecting pain as his arm was set on fire.
\"Please, Mistress!\" the Slechior boy cried out, desperately trying to put the fire out.
\"You do ever dare to betray me or doubt my choices again, Vivaran?\" the girl was saying it all too gleefully. The servant looked into his Mistress\'s eyes to find no trace of the smile she wore at her lips.
\"No, I\'ll never again, Mistress!\" Vivaran felt tears prickling the corners of his shut eyes, his arm was now turning to an burnt black.
\"The Holy Water has been brought to me from the Lake of Trancriaa a thousand years ago... it will break all magic roots of your tattoo. It will only be a mark of your stupidity to choose a Lord with such horrible taste,\" the Mistress tossed a small bottle at the boy\'s feet, being in a very good mood that she had caused suffering today. \"And now, I shall change.\"
\"Yes, Mistress,\" Slechior bowed once more and rushed quickly towards the door to put of the fire, knowing well that the Mistress would not like to have Holy Water spilt on her plushy black carpet. The girl was throwing off her covers before stopping the frantic teen just before he had a chance to touch the handle of the heavy oak doors.
\"Oh, yes, and make sure that the kitchens do prepare chicken the *right* way.\"
\"Yes, Mistress,\" after a moment of shuffling and the tall doors closed with a click.
The Mistress was once again blessed with silence. The girl swept to the far side of her room and faced the old dusty mirror. The mirror shattered as her glowing silver eyes pierced her reflection, shards of broken glass shot towards her face and scratched the Mistress. Within seconds, her cuts began to heal, and then she started to cackle. Her hand closed around a sharp fragment of the mirror, closing it tightly in her hand. The pale girl breathed in the musky scent of the dark room, haven\'t been able to see the sun properly for the past couple of millenia. Slowly, she strode over to her windows and snapped her fingers. A monstrous smile crept onto her beautiful features, her now violet eyes rolling heaven-wards to observe the setting sky. With another deep breath, she shuddered in surpressed delight.
\"I am back...\"
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-End of Prologue-