Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter sixty two-the reapers

Dawn was one of those existences in which life felt worth sustaining.

It brought me intense anguish to witness yet another purity tainted at the hands of Lord Voldemort.

The walk through the floral landscape behind the acres of the Malfoy Manour was void of conversation, Westeria was too giddy to voice her thoughts, I had too many thoughts to voice. Soon, they were drowned out by the shock of seeing the pair of newcomers that Westeria had made the topic of our bet standing slightly behind the Dark Lord as we approached.

"Westeria, (y/n)" he greeted coldly, gesturing to the mysterious teenage witch and wizard behind him, "now, I don't believe you've met our Reapers?"
"Reapers?" I repeated, my brows furrowing together at the unfamiliar term
"A title these two have been given, for years of impressive work in our ranks" Lord Voldemort answered, and the two nodded curtly at the acknowledgement, "this young woman is Rue Salemn , and this is her partner, Aletheo Castell"
"Forgive me, my lord, but i don't understand what we have been summoned here to accomplish" Westeria's voice was unnaturally well rounded and stiff
"Well, to establish your worthiness as one of my followers, you must be highly skilled in the art of duelling" Lord Voldemort announced, sliding his wand out of a hidden pocket, "You will partake in a traditional wizarding duel with one of our Reapers, your goal being, of course, to prevail against your opponents, but i'm sure you're well educated on the topic, so let us begin"
"Which one do you want, Theo?" Rue drawled lazily, stepping up and tapping her wand in the palm of her hand as she looked between myself and Westeria, "got a preference?"
"I'll take this one" Aletheo replied slyly, hands in his pockets as he stepped beside Rue, looking directly at me
"We're not pets" i said with a scoff, retrieving my wand from my jean pocket, making Rue whistle
"Have fun with her" she taunted, making him smirk, stepping closer to me and grabbing a fistful of my shirt collar
"Oh I will" he breathed darkly, leading me to one end of an empty field of grass where i could barely spot the two forms of Westeria and Rue on the opposite end

"Sure you can handle it, pet?" he sneered, twirling his wand between the gaps of his fingers
"Bite me, you cum sack" I retorted, steadying my own wand, "Incendio!"
"Protego!" he declared, deflecting the jet of fire i had sent his way, causing it to land some five feet away from him, "Confringo!"

i ducked sharply, narrowly missing the ball of light that hit the mossy boulder behind me, making it erupt into pieces of rubble and sending shards of stone piercing into my skin

"Reevisercia!" finally a spell had made impact with its intended target, making Aletheo cry out as the fabric around his body twisted, restricting his airways and lacerating his abdomen

His stance faltered as his arms went to his stomach, and I seized the chance to cast another spell

"Throtterio!" He doubled over as scarlet foam fizzled out his mouth, dripping down his chin and staining the grass below him
"Entesky!" It was my turn to cry out as a blaze of darkened light imploded into my left forearm, and the grotesque feeling of my bones dissolving within numbed my muscles and made it grow limp, leaving me with only one arm.
"Crucio!" A familiar wave of reluctant indulgence coursed through my mind as I watched my foe crumple pathetically into the dirt ground, letting out bellowing groans of tortured hurt, "bet you regret picking me now, don't you, babe?"

Once I had fulfilled my need for sadistic pleasure, I lowered my wand, releasing him of his distress. It wasn't until I has turned my back to witness Rue and Westeria still in levelled combat, as well as Lord Voldemort's expression of impressed satisfaction, that Aletheo gained back his energy

"Imperio!" He croaked exhausted, and I stifled a laugh, shuddering to mimick the movement of a successful Imperius curse, "that's much better...come here, pet"