Cursed Legacy

Chapter Two

Rhode Island 1945

Seven Weeks Later

The weeks have flown like a breeze of draft Tom Riddle now adapted as the Lord of The Manor which including managing the Mansion in top shape even without a House Elf to serve him, his regular routine started at 7:50 in the morning Tom would go to the kitchen which was at the far end of the entry hall which was Tom's favorite relaxing place, it was a large, "cavernous" room with the most useful convenience, equipped as it is with sleek appliances and a large island bar that is perfect for casual dining and conversation.

Avocado Toast, scrambled eggs, strawberry parfait, banana smoothie, and a single apple, it was hard to get rid of his healthy habits the military ingrained into his head which became a daily breakfast. For the rest of the 14 hours, Tom Riddle consumed efficiently cleansing the entire Mansion through the Main foyer, lavatory, servant quarters, library, kitchen, dining room, bedchambers, cellar, and 3hours polishing the ballroom. The piano room was specious enough Tom was able to permanently transfigure a few objects into various gym equipment at any convenient time.

He tended to the garden in his most free time shockingly this place contained a Potion Lab and herbs that would make England pale in comparison and Potion Masters drool and Tom Riddle had it all in his possession. But as the sun slowly dawned the young Lord of Peverell walked up the stairs returning from a long day of aching work, when he sat down he noticed the unwrapped book he got from two years ago. The 'Necronomicon' It was a leather-bound antique book with a drawing of an eye or a symbolistic of a third eye.

The first page gave him a shiver a diabolic drawing of a stack of human bodies, each one cemented into place! What twisted psyche could have executed this design? Through disturbing, it is meticulously rendering down to the subtlest detail; the precise anatomy of fractured bones and the convolutions of spines and ribs entwined into a mesmerizing sight. The next picture of the Sword of Peverell, an Ancient weapon, a katana or some sort, he could remember it on display above the fireplace mantle in the drawing-room Tom supposed it was an heirloom, another portrait was a bizarre drawing of a cyclopean city, its immense architecture bathed in an unnatural fog. The detail is incredible, as Tom studied it, he can almost imagine the city's inhabitants.

Entry One

{The Chosen One}

Ancient Roman 26 B.C.

I had no prior knowledge of what was to come, nor did I care. How the knowledge changed me? I cannot tell for it will eventually change you. As you read this, you will come to learn fear as I have. You too will come to experience or you might perish. To think that once I a powerful Sorcerer could not see beyond the 'Veil' of our reality, to comprehend those who dwell behind. My existence now has a purpose, for I have learned the frailty of flesh and bone. I was once a fool.

The last I remember of being human was when I and my soldiers were sent by the Emperor to find an Ancient Artifact I never doubted the Emperor's belief nor was I wise enough. The voices whispered after the third day which led me to follow across the desert and be taken to a labyrinth. The horrors I fought there was not a sight for a mere man to handle, corpses black and shriveled, and no longer human walked among the living I slew them one by one but even when I severed their heads they persisted.

As I moved forward I found such strange stones marked with symbols I never have seen they lead me to another room I slew of those demons. It took me longer to discover where to plug the stones matching them to their respectable symbols. When the four stones were able to open a secret passageway I was hesitant to continue this madness but I couldn't fail the Emperor, and so I wandered through the last hallway I heard those whispers within my mind which weren't my own.