Apollo Walks - Regulus Black

London, 1979, all sides of the city have delved into chaos. A dark fog and oleaginous smoke wafts over the horizon from dawn to dusk. The radio waves chatter that it is an astral phenomena, that this too shall pass, and the sun will rise again.

The wizarding populace knows this not to be true. Deatheaters have risen in the underbellies and sprawling tunnel system. A magical cult, the Vitruvian, seems to think they can put a cap on the carnage using light magic. Through it all, the Ouroboros Order has other plans. Political factions each rear their heads as a quiet war plays out in the peripheral of the average muggle.

That is until a young soldier falls from the sky.

Once upon a time, Tommy Crane had her own definition of power. Not a gift plucked from the line of her family tree, but a necessity, to be thieved in the night from men too weak to ripen the fruits.

Regulus Black knows power. He was born with a thorny crown about his head, the sneer of a spoiled prince, and a cache of coins in his vault. His power is relished, loved and cultivated, making it all the more pleasurable for Tommy to steal it.