when the devil found his match and
brought chaos to the world
a c c i d e n t a l l y
『tom riddle x femaleoc』
Harry Potter AU
extended summary inside
cover by @-judeduarte
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chapter fourteen, a soul for hades
t o m
THE LOSS OF A BELOVED ONE IS SOMETHING HE HASN'T EXPERIENCED. What were his parents' deaths? What meant to him to blame someone else for his wicked job and watch them die? Nothing. In the laws of human science, in their feelings - you needed to feel something; anything - remorse, grief, anger. All Tom knew was the infuriating, gnawing feeling of the anger to be something more. To be a pureblood.
It didn't sit right with him not knowing that Evelyn was channelling/stealing power from Igor Krakov. It didn't sit right with him that she expected him to invite Igor to the mansion. But what hurt him the most was that she didn't tell him about her plan. About her disappearance. About her wish to end Krakov once and for all.
And now her struggling body was not only trying to stay alive, but it was coping with the power that was flowing in her body. He could feel it. How much more powerful she became. How the dead body of Krakov gave her a glorious amount of strength. He wanted to have it - the unexplored power, the depths of her family magic, of the magic of the body. But all he could think about was the poison-painted lips of hers and the dagger stuck in her side.
Her hands gripped his frame for support and he pushed his hands underneath her armpits, holding her steady. He didn't know what to do. It seemed overpowering to stay like this as he was thinking of an antidote to give her and for an opportunity to take out the dagger— but which one to do first?
Pressing her forehead to his chest, she winced, "Take out the dagger when I say," she demanded and he didn't answer anything but took it as a sign to drag her stubborn body out of the circle and pushed her back to the wall, supporting her body with his hands.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes terrified from the pain, but that attractive smirk never seemed to leave her lips. He didn't know what was going to happen, but she gave him a nod and he grabbed the handle of the dagger and gripped it with a shaky breath— what if he will hurt her more— gripping it tight, getting ahold of himself he pushed it out of her side with a loud squelch - skin versus the metal and a gush of blood followed.
Her lips moved - a silent chant leaving her lips that made him recall his Latin knowledge. The ground started to slightly shake, taking him back with the power inside of her as the blood flow started to slow, the cheeks of her losing their colour and eyes shutting close.
It wasn't every day Tom Riddle acknowledged the power and didn't feel like murdering the other for it. Deep down, he craved the talent she had, knowing that it would make him indestructible. But he didn't itch with the desire to destroy her for it - he needed her, he craved her validation and he will do anything to make sure she will stay with him.
