A sinister smile was painted on my face as I stalked the halls of Hogwarts tracing my porcelain finger along the cobblestone walls. The scent of sulfur and rotting flesh, wafted into my nostrils. My mouth watered at the stench of death, it was intoxicating and unlike any soul I've sensed. It was the stench of a damned soul like mine that drew me back into Hogwarts grasp.
The heels from my shoes clicked against the marble flooring, the scent wrapped its skeletal broken hands around me. Whoever owned this soul, was condemned for monstrous things. As the Devil I held no regard for mortals or their way of life, lest their mortality; this soul was young, it's flesh would be torn and burnt repeatedly for all eternity in the fiery pits of hell. A fate I wanted to implement myself.
The sinful children of Hogwarts slept soundly as I dominated the halls occasionally walking past a closet where promiscous sounds would echo. Smirking at the nefarious deeds being comitted I continued along wandering aimlessly, the soul's scent was washed away with the draft. A shiver intruded on my spine, the platnium hairs of my arms standing upright with alert. The hallway seemed longer as I walked forward with antcipation, I could someone watching me from the shadows. A dark figure emerged from the corner of my eye and with one fatal swoop brang a wand into my back.
A hiss of pain left my mouth as the wand etched into my back, peppermint breath tickled my right ear and the nape of my neck. The smell of sulfur and rotting flesh hit me like a wall, shifting my head I could see emerald eyes filled with anger and darkness. This was the soul, the pathetic mortal. They twisted the wand again, a string of profanities left my mouth. Should I send this soul to hell right now? Something within me told me no, I wanted to see where this went.
"Who," They paused menancingly, "Are you?" Their voice was filled with a coldness I couldn't explain, it sounded like myself when I was casted out of heaven, abandoned by my brothers.
"Lucille, Lucille Luxembourg." The hint of a german accent littered in my voice, it seemed I was now Luxembourg instead of Lux and a german instead of a british devil. It didn't quite make sense to me why I decided to lie, it is however, in my nature.
"What are you doing here?" Tutting, I craned my neck backwards to meet their narrowed eyes, "Who," My eyes drifted to their prefect badge, a green badge. "Are you, slytherin prefect?"
They inhaled a sharp breath and a soft tingling grew in my spine, the soft tingling soon erupted into immense pain; no scream left my mouth, no profanities. A soft manic chuckle grew in my throat, the pain of the crucio curse was derived from my pain; it was my inner torment when I fell. This didn't effect me in the slightest. Luckily, platnium locks covered my estatic face and the manic chuckle sounded like a sob. They exhaled and moved my hair behind my ear, the corner of my eyes caught the face of a handsome mortal. A boy.
"That is not your concern Miss Luxembourg " He dragged out the false last name, whispering it into my ear with venom. It was almost as if he knew it was fake, the devil caught out in a lie. The irony. Or, it could be that I was German... Pretending to be German.
"Well I'm feeling rather," I smacked my lips, "powerless." Another lie. I could drag this pathetic vermin to hell with me if I wanted to. Rip his limbs from his body and pluck out his eyes with my teeth. He would beg for death, wish for it to take him.
He cocked his head to the side with his eyes still narrowed, his free hand ran up my waist and around my dress checking for a wand or a weapon. The callous hands flinch back at my own coldness, eyes flickering in curiosity. The wand etched into my back slowly retreated but was held tightly in his grip, he was waiting for me to attack. Anger radiated off the boy, he wanted to attack me as I did him. Our eyes met, azure and emerald. Another set of footdteps echoed down the hallway and the boy quickly grabbed my delicate arm. His nails dug into my skin drawing black liquid. Enchanting my blood in my head it slowly drained of its black colour and into crimson red. Hissing I yanked my arm out of his as soon as I saw an older man walking towards us concerned.
"Tom," He looked between us alarmed, "What is the meaning of this?" He spoke in a hush tone and squinted at the small drops of blood on my arm, reaching out a finger he collected it with it and rubbed it between his thumb. It stayed red.
"Found her wandering the halls," He stepped closer to me, "might be hostile." His knuckles began to whiten and the old man pulled me behind him.
"Be careful, Tom Riddle." The boy's, Tom Riddle's notrils flared in defiance before he swung his robes stomping away like a toddler who had a tantrum. The old man brought his hands to my flushed face.
"My dear, are you alright?" He asked with such worry and pity I almost wanted to kill him right there, almost."I'm quite fine, thank you." I answered bowing my head in thanks, a chuckle left his mouth as his eyes twinkled in amusement.
"How did you find this place Miss-" I interrupted, "Lucille, Lucille Luxembourg." His brow furrowed as I mention my name, the twinkle in his eyes replaced by cautiousness. There was a silence.
"German?" I intook a sharp breath, shit. I had forgotten about that thing that was going on between Germany. They were sending me alot of souls...
"Yes. Fled Berlin, sir." He hummed in suspicion, "How, Miss Luxembourg, did you find this place?" I bit my lip, my fictional story playing out in my head and things that Cato mentioned about the mortal realm swirling about. War. Orphan. Magic.
"This conversation is for the Headmaster," He raised his eyebrows in amusement. " Oh! I don't mean to be rude, it's just he's apart of everything and I don't like repeating myself." The creases in his forehead flattened out and his pursed his lips with an upturned smile.
"Sir?"
"Very well, Miss Luxembourg, follow me." He turned on his heel walking the way he arrived leading me down the twists and turns of the school I once called home. The paintings eyes shimmered in recognition at my presence but none dared to speak about it.
My legs failed to keep up with the man walking ahead of me, doing a little jog I came to his side noticing that he would occasionally throw me a sideways glance. A peaceful suspensful silence consumed us two.
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The headmaster's office was quite large, it was larger than Headmaster Malakai; the man was an amazing wizard when Salazar Slytherin was teaching, riddled with sin and regret. The man that stood infront of me, Armando Dippet, was utterly clueless and undoubtedly annoying. Looking into his head briefly I discovered an incident that happened in third year involving a Basilisk. Not that Dippet knew any better as he blamed it on a spider. My heart went out to Aragog.
"My dear, you must tell us how you got here! We are in disbelief." He reminded me of a child, a newly transformed demon who just wanted to murder and posses.
"My name is Lucille Luxembourg," The old man and Dippet shared a worried glance," I am German and I am an orphan." That worry soon turned into sadness. "A man led me out of Germany, my family was being persecuted for hiding certain people. He told of magical things, a school for the magically inclined. A school for me." Dippet leaned forward on the edge of his seat intrigued by the lies I was spinning, the old man watched suspiciously from the corner.
"I couldn't afford, much and life consisted of stealing and other things. Life is, was hard. A certain gift I have got me in alot of trouble, a reason I had to flee Berlin." Dippets back straightened his eyes glazed over with suspense and sorrow, it made feel disguisted. I didn't need anyones pity luckily, it wasn't for Lucille Lux, the devil; it was for Lucille Luxembourg, the orphan German with an unusual gift.
"I can raise the dead, people are harder so I stick to animals." The old man stepped back the worry from before seeping into his features however, Dippet was looking as if I was his new puppy dog and a word escaped his mouth. 'Fascinating,' he muttered.
"Prove it." The old man, breathy and bewildered suggested. "We'll offer you a place here to learn, a warm bed and food. We have extra supplies and robes." Dippet's head whipped to the man's.
"Dumbledore!" He shouted through enclosed teeth, it came out like a hiss. "You can't just revive the dead." I nodded along, "There are consequences Headmaster Dippet, nothing we can't avoid."
Gulping he ran his hands along his mouth thinking, sluttering his eyes shut he let out a defeated groan. Like a child. "Very well, bring in Mrytle Warren."
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DEVIL'S DEAL | Tom Marvolo Riddle HIATUS
Fantasia'I'm an angel and the devil. I'm as bad as it gets and good as it can be.' +++ In which Tom Marvolo Riddle meets the Devil in the form of a sixteen year-old woman.
