Game of the dark heresy

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗

TOM RIDDLE X RATRI CHHAYAA MAHINDRA

Started August 8 - Yet to be completed
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—An Enemies to lovers story where two chaos intertwined shadowed hearts are in twisted dark fantasy

"In shadows deep, our dark spells bind,

Two sorcerers with chaos intertwined,
We duel for power, the world in our sway,
Yet in this madness, I've lost my way.

For in your eyes, I see my plight,
A rival's love that blinds the night,
Our curses cast and secrets shared,
In darkened hearts, we both are ensnared." T.M.R.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"In midnight's gloom where shadows weave,

I seek the throne, my heart bereaved,
With magic fierce and power sought,
Yet in this dance, I've nearly forgot.

Your gaze, a curse that twists the night,

Revives the feelings I lost to might

,Though dark and cruel, this love's embrace,

I'm bound by spells and your haunting grace." R.C.M.

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Negative remarks will be removed. Please refrain from reading if this story isn't to your liking. This is for the girls who aren't here to redeem the villain, but to outplay them, making them bend to our desires like a devoted servant. They aim to be wittier, more unhinged, and even more ruthless than the original villains...

OVERVIEW:

Born beneath the moon, Ratri's life was destined to be steeped in darkness. Once a figure of beauty and grace, she was a gifted sorceress with a heart that pulsed with compassion. But the world she was born into twisted her, shaped her into something far more sinister. Betrayed by those she loved, tormented by the cruelty of a world that feared her power, Ratri's descent into madness began with a slow, agonizing unraveling of her soul.

The light within her dimmed as she delved into the forbidden arts of blood magic, tearing apart the very fabric of her humanity. Her mind, once sharp and kind, fractured into shards of rage and despair. She reveled in the macabre, crafting spells that demanded the most brutal sacrifices—flesh and bone, blood and soul. The ground beneath her feet was stained with the lifeblood of those who dared to challenge her, their screams echoing in the night as she carved her path to power.

Born from darkness and forged in the fires of cruelty, Tom Marvolo Riddle was no ordinary child. He was a prodigy of malevolence, a boy whose heart was as cold and calculating as the serpents he could command. With every passing year, his hunger for power grew more insatiable, driving him to the brink of madness and beyond. The wizarding world, blind to the storm gathering in their midst, knew nothing of the horrors he was destined to unleash.