MY DEAR WONDERFUL READERS... THIS IS THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.Happy Sunday. This chapter has gone through more planning, drafts, and revisions than any other chapter in this entire story. Many weeks were spent making this the chapter of all chapters. The moment we have all known was coming. The Fight against God's Wrath. A MASSIVE thank you for my alpha/beta readers for everything they have done and continue to do, and also a MASSIVE Thank you to you readers for reading, supporting, and enjoying this story.
Content warning for blood, gore, and very extremely graphic depictions of violence. Read at your own risk.
Additional Warnings containing spoilers are in the endnotes for those who want the warnings with the spoilers. The spoilers aren't massive, but still, just in case. Just to be very clear, this is NOT the end of the story, but it IS the climax of the story. Please, let me know what y'all think, and I really, truly hope that you enjoy this chapter. As always...
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The lines of the cold tiles scraped against Draco's midriff as his shirt rode up. His head grew cottony from restricted airflow. Enchanted ropes dug into his wrists. His shoulders protested their forced position up beyond his head as he was tugged along. Harry was hovering above him, petrified by both fear and spells, unable to move.
This is it. I am going to die.
Draco kicked and thrashed against the hold of his captor, whom he was certain was God's Wrath at last. Panic and the odd position of his body choked Draco as he was dragged across the entrance into St. Jerome's church.
"You rotten creature- you got away the first time! To think... I actually waited to try and get you again- a fool I was. You've been poisoning the minds of innocent people. I couldn't wait any longer and risk your infection to become irreversible," the voice snarled.
"Draco Malfoy?!"
Draco turned his head in what limited way he could, considering his arms were in the way, searching for the source of the new, raspy voice. His head was pounding and alarm bells were ringing violently in his ears.
"This is the so-called monster you bring in to kill alongside me? This pathetic excuse for a Death Eater? He couldn't even raid a bloody shop!"
"Shut up!"
When Draco was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, he brought his arms back across his chest with a groan, trembling as he attempted to undo the ropes. Harry fell from the air with a thud beside him a moment later as God's Wrath released the levitation charm.
Draco took in his surroundings. He was in the nave of the church, pews on either side of him. Off to the side, a ragged Augustus Rookwood was tied to a pillar, spitting vitriol at God's Wrath.
"Unmask yourself, coward! Show us who you are! I want to see what imbecile thinks the Malfoy boy is evil enough-"
"That's enough!" God's Wrath spat. They dragged back their hood in a gesture of impatience, revealing long flaxen hair and a small, round face-
"Abbott?"
God's Wrath is Hannah Abbott.
The statement echoed in Draco's head like a hollow thing. His temples began to ache. God's Wrath has been coming to church with me this whole time, silently watching, judging, planning her next move. And I was too stupidly caught up in my own head to notice.
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Fanfiction"Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy." Draco stopped, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. He thought of the scars on his left arm. He thought of the scars across his torso...
