DEVIL'S DEAL | Tom Marvolo Riddle HIATUS

[6] The Satanic Trio

My head rested on the oak table overly decorated with green, so much green. I wanted to burn the banners, burn them all. I ran my pale hand down my face dragging the soft flesh staring at nothing. The words of Gabriel echoed throughout my head and were waering me out, mentally and physically. It hurt a smidge, just a smidge, that God was willing to kill me and hell. Narrowing my eyes I remembered the words Cato said,

"Thy will be done-" There was a heavy thump on the table next to be, a book flipped open on the desk and Tom Riddle slithered in beside me.

"Praying before breakfast Lux, didn't pin you for being religious." He noted and continued to elegantly read the pages of his book before flicking the page effortlessly. I scoffed at his religious remark and stopped a bubbling laugh in my chest, "That's cute, I suppose you could define me as being religious."

He lightly closed his book turning towards me eyes narrowed, his eyes sparkling with a certain triumph. "So you're Catholic?"

This time I let out a hearty laugh, tears were on the edge of eyes. "Merlin forbid! Me, Catholic?" Tom riddle swallowed the triumph in his eyes, the arrogant smirk faltering he questioned, "Protestant?" I shook my head.

I brought my slender finger to his lips, sneering he lightly smacked my hand away. "If you want answers Tom Riddle, ask questions." He shifted in his seat in curiousity. "What kind?"

Chuckling I slowly arise out of my seat and lean into his ear, "The right kind." I moved to walk away before he sharply grabbed my wrist, "How will I know if you lie?" He asked abruptly on the edge of his seat, grasping for the answers to his questions.

"Riddle, I am known for my..." pausing I smile before gleaming at him, "snake like tongue." Snatching my wrist out of my hand I quickly escape and chuckle at my sense of humour. Do you get it? Cause I'm a parseltongue and the devil and, I can transfrom into a snake. I'm quite the comedian.

As I quickly walk down the corridor into the dungeons where the common room is located I hear footsteps rapidly moving behind me, with an abrupt force I was knocked against the smooth marbled walls. The force leaving me winded in this human form, intaking a breath I give a callous glare to the emerald eyes of my attacker.

"Riddle, stalking me now are we?" He flinched for a moment before his nose scrunched up and nostrils flared, I struggled to move as a very bony wand was pointed into the side of my hip.

"What makes you think I would use my valuable time to watch you?" Leaning my face foreward so we were only millimetres apart, I looked his beautiful face up and down falsley admiring it. "You wouldn't but your followers would."

His gripped faltered.

"Followers? Their my friends." I only hummed at his answer, "Well then," I inched closer, our breaths fanning each others face, "Tell Rosier, friend to friend, not to follow me anymore." His face turned blank before it started going an unruly shade of red.

"HOW?!" He lowered his wand stepping back but thrusted it into my face, "You tell me how or, I'll make sure you'll never breathe again." A green spark shimmered on his wand.

"How? Do you mean how I know about your little project, your followers or the fact you killed Myrtle Warren." He stumbled backwards his eyebrows furrowed, obvious panic was stricken across his face.

"How do you know that?" There was a silence, "HOW?!"

Chuckling I stepped forward, he thrust his wand again and I stopped. Tilting my head a small mischevious smile graced my lips, "I didn't, but this little outburst confirms it." At that he gulped and quickly muttered.

"Obliviate."

I immediately froze, what did Obliviate do again? Shit, how was I going to explain to wannabe Grindlewald that I was immune to magic. To be honest I'm not and I haven't used my silvertongue in quite awhile, being busy with souls of the damned and all.

Blinking rapidly I looked around the hallway in false confusion, a worried Tom Riddle stood with his hands behind his back. A smile made my way onto my face as I saw him, "Riddle."

"Yes?" He breathily answered as if it was a question.

"What am I doing here?" He opened his mouth to speak but I interupted him, "Oh god, listen I am flattered by your immense feelings for me but kidnapping me ins't the way to go and-"

He pressed a cold bony hand onto my mouth silencing my words, narrowing my eyes I have his hand a sloppy kiss and with yelp of disgust he stepped back. I bolted into the common room and down into the girls dorm determined to avoid Tom Riddle.

I slammed the brown door and hoped it would prevent Tom Riddle coming down here, I had just woken up.

"What's got you all hot and bothered?" A voice echoed from the shadows, raising my hand I swiftly formed a small fireball and threw it to where the voice was. She stepped out of the shadows with the fireball hovering above her hand.

"Not hot, just bothered Maze." With a chuckle she quelled the fire and strutted up to me her hands wrapping me into a cold hug.

"Is it that-" I interupted her, "Riddle, yeah."

"Didn't you-" She stopped with a look, I know where this was going, " Had a thing for Salazar and Gaunts, yes I did."

With a smirk she walked towards the mirror, reaching she began to pull out Cato who was yelling at her to stop pulling on his mane of golden hair. The mirror rippled like water and let go of Cato, he stumbled forward barely catching himself.

"Alright, buzz off you hag." He sneered at the Succubus.

Clearing my throat they both turned to me gulping, their heads bowed in apology at their childish outburst. "It'll be a pain to keep you guys secret and no doubt with Riddle on my tail will it be discovered." They nodded in agreement.

Clapping my hands together I grinned sinisterly, "Let's go mind control the Headmaster!"