His Violent Delight (A Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

Chapter XV: Walpurgis Night

TRIGGER WARNING !!! This chapter is quite dark and could potentially trigger some readers. This chapter contains torture and severe manipulation. 

I read in a book once about the Night of Walpurgis. Legend says that long ago, the summit of Brocken Mountain would greet witches, wizards, and demons on the night of the 30th of April to celebrate the end of winter. They were said to dance around a fire to embrace and thank the Gods above for their power. The muggles, terrified of these gatherings, would light bonfires, create loud noises, and offer bread at their doorsteps in a futile attempt to ward off these magical beings.

This legend inspired me to call my group of followers the Knights of Walpurgis. Just as those witches and wizards acknowledged their power on Brocken Mountain, my knights will embrace and celebrate their blood superiority. Instead of the muggles warding us off, my knights will purge the mudbloods from our society. We will not hide from them anymore. We will reclaim our rightful place, and we will do so with the same unapologetic fervor that our ancestors celebrated their power.

For too long, the magical community has been forced into the shadows, our true potential suppressed by the fear and ignorance of muggles. We won't tolerate it any longer. The Knights of Walpurgis will rise and will pursue the great Salazar Slytherins noble mission: make the Wizarding World one where magical bloodlines are pure and untainted. 

We will not be subdued by the mundanity of the human world; instead, we will reshape it to acknowledge our supremacy and out power.

We will not hide from them any more.

After all, we are so much more powerful than they could even imagine.

I made my way to the room of requirement, where my followers, my knights, gathered before me for our usual weekly meeting. Everyone had arrived except for Isabella Burke. Perhaps the intimacy we shared made her believe that she was above certain rules such as punctuality to our weekly meetings.

I'd teach her punctuality.

"You're late" I said, giving her a look of disappointment. One thing about Burke was that she hated when people were disappointed in her. She always had to be the best. That's what initially drew me to her. Now, I was hardly interested in her. She annoyed me more that anything else.

"I'm sorry my lord," Isabella whimpered. Her blue eyes starred into my dark ones.

Did she truly believe that she would get away with her action without punishment?

I used non verbal magic to force her onto her knees before me. She was used to this spell but for other reasons.

I then pulled my wand from my cloak and pressed it against her neck.

I wanted to use the cruciatus curse on her.

"Please Tom. Please don't hurt me. I will do anything to make it up to you"

That was true. Isabella would do anything. She would get down on her knees and suck my cock in front of everyone, if I told her to. She would even torture one of her friends if I asked it of her. She would even kill them.

I had her wrapped around my finger.

She would do anything for me and anything to protect herself.

"Don't worry. I'll have mercy on you Bella," I said looking straight into her eyes. Then, ropes began sprouting from the hardwood floor like venomous snakes. They forced her hands together tightly as well as her legs.

"Please...stop it Tom" she begged which annoyed me "please, I'll do anyth-"I cut her sentence short sending the ropes to slither around her neck slowly. The ropes wrapped around her nuke tightly and I watched as she began to panic. Her face quickly turned red and she began to squirm uncontrollably desperately gasping for the slightest bit of air.

As she collapsed to the ground nearly unconscious from lack of oxygen, I crouched down and gently brushed my fingers through her dark curls as she looked at me in a panic. Tears began to well her eyes as I pulled away.

I felt no remorse. I just watched her unfold before me, a smile on my face.

I had completely ruined her.

I had completely shattered every inch of dignity she used to have, and mostly with my cock.

She was a pureblood, the daughter of one of the members of the sacred twenty-eight and I, a half-blood, had her at my mercy. I also had four purebloods watching as I tortured her and they did not intervene. They just barely watched the scene unfold praying that they would not be next.

They feared me.

I loved it.

I was consumed with pleasure, I almost couldn't stop myself.

But I needed Burke.

She couldn't die. I couldn't kill her yet, at least not here or now.

I broke the spell and Burke lay on the ground hyperventilating. I looked down at her. "You disgust me," I signed for Abraxas and Kylian to bring her into the back of the room. The sight of her repulsed me.

She was weak.

She was weak because she cared about me.

How Pathetic.

"Now, let's begin the meeting. What have you found out about Diggory," The room went silent. I looked straight at Black excepting something from him. He avoided my stare. I could tell that he was worried that if he did not report something back to me his sister would be in danger.

He was smart. Hurting Orion would only physically hurt him, but if I truly wanted to rip his heart out, it wouldn't take a sharp knife. I needed Draycie because she had his heart.

"She told me that she was a quidditch captain at Durmstrang but I checked the records and there seems to be no proof of such a thing," Orion reported back.

"Is that all?" I asked in disbelief. Out of all my knights he was the most incompetent and the one I trusted least.

"She's clearly not a pureblood," He added, "I bought her a dress she could never afford"

"Oh, so you fancy her don't you Black," Evren teased, but quickly realized that I was not impressed with him deviating the conversation.

"I did some research on her family name. After speaking with my father I learnt that the Diggory name is indeed a wizard one, but they have mixed with muggles and muggle-borns over the years," Abraxas said, bringing the conversation back to a serious one.

"Speaking of mudbloods," Isabella spoke, her voice hoarse and her legs shaking as she stood up, "here is a list of all the mudbloods attending Hogwarts at the very moment my-my lord. That's w-why I-I was late. I-I forgot it in m-my d-dorm," her hand shook as she handed me the piece of parchment with hundreds of names written tidily on it. She had a good calligraphy but not as good as mine. I noticed how Amelia Diggory was the first name she wrote down on the parchment.

I took the parchment and took her shaky hand in mine. I caressed it gently before moving up to her face. I gently brushed my fingers over her hot cheeks and gave her a soft kiss.

"Very good Bella," she smiled at my approval and gave my hand a tight squeeze. It was almost as if this mere gesture of affection had completely erased in her mind the pain I had inflicted on her moments ago. 

Pathetic

"This meeting is dismissed. I expect you to have far more information on Diggory next time. Especially you Orion."