‘ / . . . * xtreacherousxsoul : tom riddle voldemort .
Tom languidly glided closer to the muggle with a shrewd smile stretched across his face, listening to her desperate pleas. Fear trembling in her voice. Extending his arm out, the dark wizard placed two of his index fingers on the female’s cheek, while drawing harsh circles with the tip of his wand. “Muggles can be quite nauseating beings.” He spoke in a calculating and diabolical tone. “ I suppose there is some use for you all occasionally” He hated muggles.Knowing there were filthy muggles, mud bloods and despicable traitors aligned with them such as The Weasley’s, The Potter’s and other wizards who had followed Dumbledore, now living among him once again, was revolting. “Hush child, it will all be over soon ” The words floated out of the brim of his mouth smoothly. Amusement almost departing.
The dark wizard pierced his glance onto her with a vile laugh splitting between his lips. An eerie silence filled the sky as Tom extended his arm up with his wand, which briefly darkened the sky. Seconds passed and he hastily drew his wand down, pointing it towards the female still standing in front of him. Without hesitation, Tom struck her, with magic igniting from the tip of his wand, while a line of green illuminated from his hand. In content, the dark wizard watched her fall to the ground.The sky clearing only moments later. It was simply child’s play, but luckily another one was gone. The killing curse would be certain to not bring her back. With a foul grimace across his face, Tom slid his wand back in his pocket as he languidly turn his neck to the right. His interest once again peaked as he saw another man feet away. Gliding towards him, a graceful smile formed between the crooks of Tom’s mouth.
Tom was quite good at charming, hiding his manipulation when he chose to. Charm was of the attributes that made all the professors at Hogwarts favor him when he attended, other than Dumbledore. Taking a step away from the other, a basilisk soon revealed itself ,running up his left arm. The cool exterior of the serpent brushed against Tom’s skin softly. His smile grew wider. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m L__” Immediately he stopped himself. “ Tom Riddle” As he spoke his birth name, it left a bitter taste, but for now, he’d use it due to portraying this persona until it was time to once again reveal himself.
magic was more than something he held , it was something he was . he didn’t quite fully understand himself & all that he was , but he did understand that magic had a language & that he knew how to speak it . he could feel it . in the air , in the earth . spells left a tang in the air he had come to recognize . sometimes the residue was one that tingled the atmosphere , sometimes it was a warm blanket draped there . then , some spells , left behind a mark that wasn’t anything near pleasant . some were sickening , heavy , & some were splintering . a feeling that could make the hairs on one’s neck stand up . feeling the build of that feeling , on his usual walk home from work , made him pause .
he had spent years keeping to himself , staying out of the direct line of wizarding affairs as best he could & never stepping to seek out dark wizards as it often wasn’t his destiny to do so . since arthur’s return , however , he was making his return to that world , & even before he wouldn’t ignore a sensation of dark magic that crossed his path . he follows the feeling like a dog following a scent , pace picking up when he watches the sky darken , until he reaches an ally .
watching only the very end of the interaction ( a woman falling limp to the ground , dead ) merlin’s jaw tightens . centuries ago , after camelot when magic user were still a lawless people , it was merlin who stepped in as a guiding light . a prophesied being , a messiah ! most followed him without question , agreeing to what he set in motion . those who didn’t agree , however , he made have no choice . though he denies himself as a ruler to the wizarding world , it wasn’t so simple . no title was ever official but he certainly commanded them , set rules & laws , as much as any king would . an order was formed , the order of merlin , that would begin to forever separate magic from the non magical world . he banned the use of magic on those without . he found it pathetic that he still had to enforce that simple law even now .
the man smiled , but merlin didn’t return it . his stare remained an ice cold as he was approached , nothing bringing even a dent to his exterior . he had faced more dangerous things than a man with too much pride . with the introduction , merlin’s chin smoothly raises . he’s not daft . he knows the name . he kept up with the wizarding world , despite staying uninvolved in it . still , though his expression shows no trace of it , merlin is surprised to find the man alive . seems this city brought more than just camelot’s dead back from the grave .
❝ voldemort . ❞ it’s not a correction , it’s a remark that he's not someone unaware . there is no point in false , or in this case previous , identities . ❝ i know who you are . ❞ merlin’s demeanor is not that of fiery defiance , no , it’s a calm , unforgiving frost . the attitude of a man aware he had the upper hand in power . he glances to the body behind the dark wizard then meets his eyes again . ❝ she had no reason to die . ❞
