The Burning

It wasn’t her fault.
It wasn’t Era Delta’s fault.
It wasn’t Reah Wood’s, either.
Or Triston’s.
Or Maxine’s.
It was my fault, and mine alone.
My name is Lyander Delatreks, and I’m writing this from my deathbed. It’s been so many years since her death, yet I still feel so much responsibility that I can’t even fathom. I hope my five children, Triston, Maxine, Arthur, James and Anya get along without me, although I know Triston is probably glad to see me go.
I’ll be honest. I wasn’t the nicest guy. Heck, I was trying to take over the world. Hopefully the Ministry doesn’t fall apart without me.
My time’s been better to me than I’ve been to it. Yes, I did, now and then, do things I shouldn’t’ve. But that’s history. And history’s burning to the ground like a fiery ghost of the past has wrecked havoc on my memories.
It’s all fading now, more quickly than ever…

Our story begins as Lyander Delatreks, former Slytherin, rests on his deathbed and begins weaving a tale of his teenage childhood. From heir of Tom Riddle to the adult Dark Lord that held the Ministry in the palm of his hand, how far will Lyander go for power?
For love?