the seven virtues [tom riddle]

chapter four

"Would you turn me in
When they say I'm on the loose?
Would you hide me when
My face is on the news?
'Cause I killed someone for you"

if i killed someone for you - alec benjamin

CHAPTER FOUR

The stars were eternal. They dropped over the blanket of darkness akin to minute droplets of hoarfrost in early spring, glistening with a spectacle of tones and hues— compelling and elite. There was the Moon that stood imperiously in the midst, encircled by the apollos as if it was a ruler over the night and its mystery, and its moonshine caressed Earth as it upheld against the Sun's empire.

Della Beauchamp had once loved the night sky.

Now, it only reminded her of the tyrant that was Tom Riddle. He, too, much like the Moon, thought himself to be the personification of midnight, and his thoughtless Knights fenced his sides as they encompassed darkness and terror. In their totality, they were a phantasm of allurement, elegance, and enigma, and they deceived watchers into overpassing the endless blackness that surrounded them. After all, even the most remarkable poets paid homage to the Night Court over the sable tone of the universe they found themselves in.