SLYTHERIN -- fallencrowns:
He was repeating himself, a clear DESPERATION that Salazar was aware of in the younger male’s voice. Even with the appearance of the wand, the founder did not waiver, did not back down in fear as that emotion had left him long ago. Instead, he drew closer, closing the distance between them before his hand shot out and coiled around the wrist of his descendant in an iron grip that would surely BRUISE. But he made no move to get rid of the wand, instead lifting his arm to point the magical weapon straight at himself. DEATH was something that could no longer touch him, even the Killing Curse having little effect on him as many had tried. ❝ You draw your wand, you had best be prepared to USE IT or put it back away, boy. I’ve no need for silly stick waving in order to use my powers as you are bound to. ❞ he growled, a warning to the other to back down. As if he would be the first, as if he would ever be the first in anything.
❝ A little LORD, are you? Tell me, what lands do you possess? Who was it that gave you such a title? For there is nothing more PATHETIC than someone giving an honorific that must be earned first. ❞ He was mocking him, taunting him for an answer he already knew. Salazar had come from a noble family, something he had thrown away and left behind in his youth. And as if he needed to be reminded at the filth his own line had come to. Hundreds of years ago, it had been a secret within the Slytherin family that he was still alive. The man would even visit his relatives from time to time but that had stopped long ago. Salazar had thrown them aside in DISGUST at their actions and had simply faded away back into the shadows, a silent abandonment on those that might claim his name and an ultimate DISOWNING of future generations. How far they had fallen.
But it was the mention of the Peverells that earned an actual LAUGH from the man. Lips splitting into a grin, the sound cutting through the magic in the air and enough for it to calm ever so slightly. The silly little tale of three brothers, two of which were so idiotically stupid that it led to their own DEMISE! Tampering with things they could not yet wield and thinking so highly of themselves. ❝ Once again, you cling to a FAMILY name rather than your own! Here’s a lesson in history for you: those Peverells didn’t come until long after I did. These ‘masters of death’ led to their own deaths save for one and were merely fools. ❞ Pathetic in all ways, both them and this Tom.
❝ While you cling to your foolish titles, tell me this: When people speak of Slytherin, do they imagine my father or my ancestors? Or do they think of ME? I did not claim anything under him, I threw away my own noble title, and I made something for MYSELF. I help to found the school, I taught many minds and helped to morph magic into what it is today. I was the one to find IMMORTALITY. You may not have asked to have been born but had I not discovered it, you certainly would not exist nor would the rest of my descendants. ❞
HIS BREATH HITCHES AS SLYTHERIN GRABS HIS WRIST AND PRESSES YEW WAND TO HIS CHEST. A MOCKERY. he was being mocked, lord voldemort was being mocked. the tears bubble but do not fall as green eyes glare up at the man. europe FEARED voldemort, he was KNOWN. yet he was called a simple brat, a boy by the man whom he dedicated his ideals to. ideals that he was so ADAMANT to be known.
“does it matter? magic rules these lands more than the people.” he hisses, parselmouth aching on his tongue. “they call me a god, i am worshipped by people who follow my ideals, my views...my own world.”
PEOPLE WOULD COWER IN FEAR. PROPHECIES WOULD BE MADE ABOUT HIM AND THE BOY WHO LIVED. and yet, it didn’t matter to salazar slytherin. he clings to a family who wouldn’t want him, no one wanted him. he didn’t want to be a riddle, he didn’t want to be a gaunt. he DREAMED of this moment, to meet the man who changed his life. AND THREW IT INTO THE RINGS OF HELL.
everything he knew was a lie. what was truth? “you. they speak of you.” his voice CRACKS as he presses the wand to the man’s heart. “i will torture you to learn how to be immortal. i will be immortal. CRUCIO.”
blakekathryn
andulkaphoto
tangentwithtanner
theartofmadeline
dailybridgerton
janainaart
