The Sacred Seven

Chapter 5 - Abducted from Home

Tom Riddle walked across the dismal halls of the Moriarty residence, passing numerous ancient paintings hanging on the walls. His icy eyes briefly scanned the effigies of Hecate's ancestors and he swiftly took a notice of the undeniable resemblance in their family bloodline.

Dark hair and brown eyes, rather dull in his opinion, carried likeness in every single descendant upon the walls until he came to a halt near a particular one, scanning the portrait with a crease of curiosity.

The girl was seated in an armchair coated with silver stitching, wearing a deep purple dress. Her dark hair was hanging loosely by her waist and a single strand of white radiated beyond the brown curls. She seemed dead in the picture, with lifeless eyes, framed with thick lashes and pale skin, in deep contrast with her irises.

Dressed in noble robe, she persisted stagnant, obediently waiting until allowed to move. She looked like a doll.

Tom analysed the painting further, stepping a bit closer to take a proper look.

He counted the paintings, trying to find a sort of system that would reveal him the one Lillith was portraited in. However, the longer he looked, the more the painting deformed in front of his eyes. He cursed under his breath.

"This bloody spell."

With a tight scowl, he made his way downstairs, not meaning to stay in the castle any longer.

When he stepped outside, Tom quickly realized, that his uncle left without notifying him. Not only was his horse long gone, but he took the whole carriage too, probably unaware it was already loaded with Lillith's trunks.

The wizard turned angry once again at the fact. He clenched his jaw in indignation. He left him for a mere second and it was enough for Baltazar to disappear like a ghost.

The boy was about to walk back inside and ask for a pair of horses, when he noticed something in the distance. His anger was swiftly wiped away and he walked down the flight of stairs, narrowing his eyes at a familiar figure, hanging by the side of the carriage with a firm grasp on the handle.

His eyes widened in shock.

The wizard ran back inside like a hurricane, taking the stairs two at a time and he barged inside Lillith's chamber, slamming the door open.

"What the-"

"Take the mask off, Lillith. Right now."

"What?"

The witch looked at him with fearful eyes, clutching an untied corset against her chest.

"We have no time. One of my men have come. If you don't want him to know your identity, you will take it off."

"But I-"

"Do as I say. I'm not risking anything."

Lillith clenched her fists, straightening more posture in a pathetic attempt to look more intimidating.

"No."

Tom gritted his teeth.

"I wasn't asking, was I?"

"I answered you nevertheless, didn't I?" Lillith shot back, standing her ground.

It was obvious by the look in his eyes, that Tom was fed up with the witch, so his answer astounded her.

"As you wish." He spoke in a collected voice and for a moment, Lillith believed he won't intervene, but the delusion of a thought was gone as soon Tom grabbed her by the elbow, violently dragging her towards the door.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Lillith screamed, clawing at his hands to free herself.

"What does it seem like I'm doing? We're leaving, weather you're ready or not."