Carpe Retractum || Harry Potter One-shots

M.O.M.

Trigger warning: If you are triggered my murder, torture, blood, minor cannibalism, suicide, and physical abuse, you should NOT read this. You have been warned.

Summary:

Entry for the WattRowling Deathly Hallows Challenge.

Linara Kerlin; more ambitious, cunning, and power-hungry than Lord Voldemort himself. A few years back, she had went on a quest to find the legendary Deathly Hallows to help in her rise to power. Being the Master of Death herself, she had many people -who had shared similar views- crawling on their knees before her, begging her to be their leader. She had fulfilled their wishes and her dream. Linara soon became the leader of a group similar, but more proper, than the Death Eaters. Her inspiration was the Dark Lord, but he sought immortality while she is seeking ultimate power and a legacy to remain with it.

After a quite some time, quite some killing, quite some bribing, and quite some persuasion; Linara Kerlin became Minister of Magic. Her followers, or Scarifying Demons, became heads of different offices. She had full control... too much power for her own good. She had gotten a sudden thirst for death, a hunger for torture, and an addiction to adrenaline. However, Minister Kerlin couldn't let the public know. She had to hold up a false image to cover up her true colors

Enjoy!

Story Begins Here

"Minister Kerlin, how did you suddenly rise to power, and even more specifically at the same time as the other heads of office?" a reporter asked me during one of the press conferences I held at least once a week.

"That," I paused, "is a great question, but I'm so sorry that we don't have the time for it."

I left the podium immediately and told my trusted Scarifying Demons, SD for short, to handle the reporters. Once I had reached my office, I called in one of my most sly SD.

"Hello McVicker, I have a job for you today," I announced.

His face exploded with excitement once he had comprehend my words and said, "Anything for you Madam Master of Death!"

"I know how much you love to kill," I said with a smirk plastered on my face. "I want you to kill that damn reporter who dared to question my rise to power! The blasted media always trying to ruin everything! You know what, kill the whole newspaper team and do it as quickly as possible! Take our best men and women with you. And, don't you dare leave a witness because not even my Cloak of Invisibility can hide you from me!"

My mood had changed faster than you can say, "Quidditch!" When I first thought of this task, I wanted simple revenge. Killing the reporter was extremely satisfying, but I needed more. Anger found that thirst for murder and satisfaction. Anger always gets its way.

McVicker noticed the look of anger on my face and made a suggestion, "Madam Master of Death, would you like to come and kill with us? Or perhaps we could bring a few hostages here to you?"

I weighed the cons of each situation. If I went to kill in person someone might recognize me, escape, and use their blabbering mouth to spread the word. However, the same could also happen if my Scarifying Demons brought in hostages.

I then started weighing the pros. If I brought people in, I could do whatever I want to them. If I went in my flesh and blood, I could kill as many of those arseholes as I would like. Each situation seemed pleasing to me, so it was a hard choice.

A few minutes later I had finally made my decision, "When were you thinking of going, McVicker? We have to go when every single one of the employees are there."