Omnia Vincit Amor | Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 9: Back in Feldcroft

Chapter 9: Back in Feldcroft

Lucy writhed on the ground in immense pain. She could care less if her forehead was kissing the ground—not when her bones felt as if they were being twisted by multiple wrenches in opposite directions or when her limbs felt being pierced by thousands of knives.

This was not how she remembered Sebastian's Crucio to be. This was way—way worse. The caster meant to cause excruciating pain like a slow, painful death. More so, a certain curse she acquired years ago doubled the effects.

If Crucio could terminate lives, Lucy was sure she would be a casualty.

Death.

–She craved death instead. She opened her mouth to beg the caster for death and spare her from the agonizing pain. But try as she might, she could not hear herself. Lucy wondered if the Cruciatus curse had damaged her hearing, too.

Unfortunately for her, the caster was smart enough to cast Silencio before throwing the unforgivable one.

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as the probability of salvation seemed out of reach.

Suffering from the curse long enough, her senses shut down involuntarily, leaving her unconscious with her limbs continuing to twist in pain.

"Depulso!" a familiar voice had cast from the side, interrupting the Cruciatus as the black hooded wizard flew a few feet away until his back collided with a tree.

"How fucking dare you," Sebastian exclaimed, face contorted in anger and wand drawn towards the hooded figure.

The mysterious wizard kept his face low and guarded by the hood to evade recognition. Once recovered from the pain, he Disapparated before Sebastian could hit him with Incarcerous, leaving nothing but the crack! sound of his Apparition.

"Fuck!" Sebastian cursed, raking a hand over his chocolate locks. Rage continued controlling Sebastian's body as he indignantly marched towards the horror-stricken Andrew, still glued on his spot next to writhing Lucy.

Andrew's eyes widened when Sebastian grasped his collar. A sharp inhale escaped his lips when his back banged into a wooden wall.

"Useless piece of shit! Why were just standing there?" Sebastian peeled him off slightly only to push him harder against the wall, "—Huh?!"

Only a hiss escaped Andrew's mouth, his guilt-clouded eyes glued on the ground.

Immersing in books and astronomy were his only strong points; hence, allowing himself to become the haughty Leander Prewett's lackey was the solution he thought of to avoid being bullied in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. His combat skills were never known as substantial, as well.

To Sebastian, this was not a valid excuse—even a blind man such as Ominis would at least try.

Sebastian let out a sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth before throwing Andrew to the ground. Andrew's right arm cushioned his fall on the grassy terrain, face scrunched in pain as he moved on his back and propped on his elbows.

Sebastian's judgment was clouded. Although, he knew that Andrew was not the one who cast the unforgivable curse, he was still responsible for her safety.

With a blank gaze and death-laced tone, Sebastian loomed over Andrew's figure and bellowed, "Leave before I make you suffer the same."

After a few seconds of reluctance, Andrew took out his wand and Disapparated.