DEVIL'S DEAL | Tom Marvolo Riddle HIATUS

[10] Wants, Needs and Desires

Everything was swirling around in my head as I leaned against one of the pillars outside the Slytherin common room. There's were too many things going on, too many plans with too little time. I needed to focus on one thing; Tom Riddle. His future as the dark lord was linked to the murder of Myrtle Warren, I've destroyed a fraction of his darkness. How could I corrupt him more?

I would have to leave Cato and Maze to deal with the oncoming problem of Gabriel. A trip back to hell to enlist in the help of the demons would probably be needed. Then there was Dumbledore and Myrtle Warren. I had originally thought of killing them both, but then that would result in very complicated issues. It can be said that I already have enough issues.

The question plagued me still, what was Tom Riddle's deepest desire? On the surface it seemed like his desires were power, but, he only worships the idea of it. Worship, Needs and Wants are all different. Clenching my teeth I rocked forwards and backwards on my heels, unusual of the Slytherin Prefect to be late for his precious duties. It was as if I had summoned him, Tom Riddle came charging down the hallway.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" He sneered quietly, his gaze roaming my face.

"Waiting and thinking," his sneer deepened, "What could you possibly think about?"

I stepped closer to him, our bodies centimetres from touching. Staring into his eyes I notice the glint of incomprehensible evil, it was a small flash of green. My hand ghosted the brown locks on his hair, his eyes were staring intently as I dared not to touch him. Looking away from his eyes I hummed to myself, it was strange not knowing the desire of such a mortal.

"Things you couldn't comprehend," I smiled before side stepping Into the open space, "Shall we begin, Mr Prefect?"

I gestured to the empty hallway, the stairs that led out of the dungeon glimmered in the moonlight. Nodding his head Tom Riddle glided towards the upper level with me failing his behind. Our footsteps echoed as we walked silently together, we would share an occasional glance and a smirk but nothing more. Tom Riddle stopped abruptly, his face shadowed by the dim lights.

"I want to talk about you Lucille," he edged closer like the predator he thought he was, "you are not the person you seem."

I scrunched my eyes in amusement, "I could say the same to you Tom."

He straightened his back at his poisoned name, I could sense the anger quickly brewing. It seemed Riddle switched between first and last names when it suited him. I would not become a pawn in his game, friend or follower, I am neither.

I stepped around him, leaning into his personal space. He kept his eyes straight ahead as I sneered with a scowl.

"You pretend you're perfect and that your powerful but your mortal. The reason you crave power is because your too insecure about your own ability. I know the question that is in your head: what if there is someone better then me?" Riddle's face darkened more, his eyes concealed as he looked at the floor.

My fingers tip tied up his arm and grabbed his chin, " You are the same as everyone else, just like your name... it's pathetic how you and everyone strives for greatness."

There was silence.

A throaty chuckle escaped Tom's mouth, he grappes my wrist and ripped it from his face. My wrist began to throb as he threw me against the marble wall, the lungs in my chest heaved as I gasped for air. As he stepped into the light his face was contorted in pure hatred, he was livid but the shine of evil was prominent. Was this the way to Riddle's corruption? The questioning of his character and ambitions, or was it simply me taunting him.

He freed my wrist and grabbed my hair, locking it within his fingers he yanked my head up and leaned into my face with a scowl. I breathed heavily quite enjoying my predicament.

"And your so much better," he whispered, little wisps of peppermint filles my nose. "You act carefree but there's little wrinkles around your eyes when you think. There's something going on behind closed doors, you throw books and smash potions. Your powerful but your so very weak, you don't even know your one desires..." He smiles triumphantly with his hands still locked within my hair, the pain in my neck is almost delightful.

Bringing my hand up I touched his face, his tightened his grip in my hair making me groan. "Does it hurt little dove?" He whispered in my ear, something about his words sound so sinful.

"Oh yes, it is quite..." I trailed off trying to find the word, "delightful."

He immediately removed his hand from my hair with a look of disgust, I giggled at his purses lips and furrowed eyebrows. Riddle was not expecting that. He preceded to wipe his hand numerous times onto his pants, there was a small hint of red on his cheeks. Was he embarrassed? Or maybe, perhaps, he likes it. I chuckled at the thought in my head.

"Detention is over," And with that Tom stormed off into the darkness leaving me in a fit of giggles.

Raising a hand to my cheeks I realised that I too was flushed, maybe I was coming down with a sickness that only affect celestial beings. Oh god, it might be the Celestial Flu...

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Authors Note

I've been inactive for quite some time, that is mostly because I've been working on a lot of fanfic's that I want to release and I'm also working on an original story. Here is a list that I'm working on;

Blue | Loki Laufeyson
Runaway | Billy Hargrove
The Dixie Chick | Rick and Morty
Lost | Kylo Ren
The White Wolf | Game Of Thrones

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1. The UnderBelow
2. Graveyard

I've also finished my exams and have a few more months before I start College. There's also been the struggle of writers block, I started this fanfic on a whim at like 2am and didn't expect it to get this big.

Honestly love y'all! 🥰
Also, Merry Christmas.