Born A Weapon

a wolf in sheep's skin (part 2)

(tw: mentions of child abuse, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, mentions of minors being sexualized, mentions of sexual pressuring,  ritualistic practices, blood, injuries, indoctrination)

this is a very long chapter and it took a lot of me to write this and i want to make sure everyone takes the warnings very seriously

this is straightup cult behavior so if your sensitive to that you might want to skip this one

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18/07/1997 – 19:32

The ceremony is being held at the Kaisarion, a place every Death Eater knows by name.

To the outside world, it doesn't exist. Hidden behind powerful enchantments and protected by ancient magic, it remains invisible to anyone who doesn't know where to look. But within the Death Eater community, the Kaisarion is more than a sanctuary.

It is a temple.

A place where Death Eaters come to worship Father.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Many of Father's followers genuinely believe he is more than a man. To them, he isn't simply the Dark Lord or the most powerful wizard alive—he is a god walking among mortals, a divine being chosen to reshape the wizarding world. They kneel before him, pray in his name, and dedicate their lives to carrying out his will without question.

And then there is me.

The daughter of their god.

Some of them whisper that I am the Antichrist. Others call me the Princess of Darkness, the child destined to inherit Father's power and continue his reign. The stories change depending on who tells them, each more dramatic than the last, but they all agree on one thing.

I am not ordinary.

I have never been in their eyes.

The Kaisarion has been part of my life for as long as I can remember.

It is where Father first presented me to his followers after my birth. Once he has gathered himself and decided the time is right, he carries me before the congregation and reveals his child to them for the very first time. They kneel. They celebrate. They treat the moment less like the introduction of a newborn and more like the arrival of a prophecy finally fulfilled.

I don't remember that day, of course.

I've only ever heard the stories.

But I've spent enough years walking these halls to picture it perfectly.

As I grew older, Father brought me here often. I stood beside him as he received endless praise from those who devote themselves to him. I watched witches and wizards bow until their foreheads touched the marble floor. I listened as they spoke of his victories with religious reverence, thanking him for leading them toward what they believe is a better future.

To them, this place is sacred.

To Father, it is where he reminds his followers why they obey.

And tonight...

For the first time since I publicly declared my loyalty, I am not arriving as merely Father's daughter.

I am arriving as his chosen heir.

Every person gathered inside the Kaisarion knows it.

They aren't here simply to witness a ceremony.

They're here to witness the beginning of the next chapter in Father's legacy.