Post by narcisse on Feb 29, 2008 22:22:06 GMT -5
NOTE: I wrote this a couple of years ago, pertaining to my main character at the time, Serena Actrumen. I just found it and I was so excited I decided what the hell, may as well post it! It was a couple of years ago and my style was slightly different, but it's the story that makes it interesting.... I hope you all enjoy!
The moon, that glaring orb in the clear deep blue skies, that maiden of the night, glowing dimly within the heavens like a warm goddess; the best part about it was that it shone everywhere, even in the darkest places the moon shined down upon you. Its light echoed across millions of miles, across every scape known, and even unknown, to man and wizardkind alike. Even in hot, sweltering Egypt, or rather, at night, cold freezing Egypt. It even stared down upon a house that isn’t all that grand, but it’s not a shack either. The home of our calculating mistress, none other than the already infamous Serena Actrumen. . . .
The light of the moon’s rays caused not only her obsidian locks to glitter, but also her ebony wand, gleaming dimly in the light. Her legs were crossed, her sapphire hues staring down at the book she was currently reading, she had just received her O.W.L.s and they were just what she expected, all O’s in every subject she was taking. A sigh escaped her lips; this book wasn’t really telling her anything knew. She leaned back slightly in her chair; the light spilling over her slim, even simple black robes, her dark curtain of obsidian hair fell backward, like ink spilling on the back of her chair. Her room was very much, now, like a study for everything, from charms to those vile abhorred things the wizards labeled ever so long ago the ‘dark arts.’ There was a cauldron not too far away emitting a hazy red mist, it looked most vile indeed if one could look into what was put into it. Before her were some scattered notes, she was a very organized person but today she was just searching for a bit of this and that. She had several objects in her room as well, dark objects, and even objects that every day wizards used.
Her family was not a poor one, just not wealthy either, she was middle class. How funny, many of the richest of wizards scream of mediocrity, but this average income family holds one of the greatest witches this age has ever seen. For she is a wonder no matter what anyone says, Serena Actrumen could be anything she wanted, she could be primed to become minister one day, if it was her desire. But even that is not enough to whet her appetite; she must always have more, forever craving more than she has. Oh that calculating mistress, whose web has been woven finely over the years. Such greatness will immortalize her for all time; books will be written of her greatness, of the terror she will spread, she does not need wealth. She has a power that any wizard would kill for.
Yet another sigh escaped her lips, this one so loud that a black mass beside her ruffled, two large deep brown eyes opening to stare at her. The mass’ wings spread and his beak opened in a yawning motion. Baal, her loyal servant and companion, they understood one another better than any could ever know. And only one human could ever draw that much attention from her, Araneus, those were her boys, and forever she would guard them, even as she spread death around a hundred countries they would be the only ones who could truly say they had nothing to fear from her.
An ivory hand rose to pet the bird gently, coming to slide across his sleek beak, her sapphire hues connecting with his black ones. “Are you ready my pet?” Her voice was not as dark and venomous with him. True, it did hold that quality of dark mystique that was all about her but her voice was softer when she spoke to him.
The raven stared at her, and nodded his head; it looked as if he may have bowed as well. Such skill she had to connect with this creature, with any creature if she willed it. The charisma and sheer power she emanated to dominate them totally, their will becoming hers. Doing whatever she asked of them in the façade of false motherhood. But it was true she did love Baal in the way she loved her familiars. The way she sort of loved Araneus, but that was a different story entirely. They were probably her one weakness, and this Black Widow of sorts hid that very neatly, her sewing it up in her web, hiding it amongst her secrets most heavily guarded, for it was not the business of any other but her. Oh how complex she was, but somewhere deep down she has a heart, even the darkest of creatures have hearts. Of course, they usually hid them with all their wiles, and choose to let their controlling, calculating, domineering minds to block out any sentiment, empathy or sympathy they may feel. For people like Serena thought it was a weakness to wear your emotion, and heart upon your sleeve. It makes you easy pray, and it always has. For the smell of that pumping blood was foul and ripe, things great behemoths of power, like she can smell from miles away. Foolish are the innocent. . . .
“Good,” she said lightly, petting him once more, “You know what to do Baal, your mission is simple, but it is not easy. You shall be away from me until I go back to Hogwarts, for even in England you must work tirelessly; you’ll be all across Europe my love.” He gave her a mournful look, but stood strong all the same, she was very proud of him. “You will travel far and wide, go and visit all those that have already pledged themselves to me, give them this letter, I have charmed it to duplicate when you drop one off and then you are to take it. It’s very complex spells, after they read it, it will burst into flame, and no trace of it will be. Also,” she said her tone a bit edgy, “Check on those such as the Athenias’, the Peralta’s, and Moonstone, yes see what they are up to my pet. Oh! And Serenity, see what her friends are telling her, see if she took my advice. She could be great my pet, but she is blind.” He gave what she thought was his way of giving a derisive laugh. She petted him again, putting her grand signature she had finish putting spells on an hour or so ago. The fumes rose higher from her potion, Baal eyed it enviously.
“That is for a special friend,” she said with a smile, “Now, when you have done all I asked,” he crawled onto her hand, “Meet me on July the thirty-first, at King’s Cross I must return to school in a traditional manner, but worry not my love. We shall be triumphant. . . . Which reminds me, if you run into any danger, go to Tenebrous, he will let nothing harm you. Now g-”
There was a hearty laugh, as a voice came from her door, it was a very average masculine voice, an even voice, “Still blithering to that bird-” The visage of her father walked into the door, she turned, Baal not leaving her hand, it’d been the first time he’d been to her room since she’d gotten home. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, shining in the candlelight.
“What is this!?!?” His voice was angry; he was looking all around her room. He looked at her vile objects with disgust, and he gave the potion a very lurching look, his voice was shaking when he spoke next. “Where did you get all this!?!?”
“I’ve always had it,” there was definitely a tone of amusement in her voice, she stood, not really caring about what he was thinking, she rose her hand, and Baal flew out of the window. However she wasn’t thinking about that right now, she had a very malevolent grin upon her wonderful, thing lips. “But I no longer feel the need to hide it from you or anyone else around here any longer. I’ve finally fully embraced my ambitions.”
“You’re my daughter. Get rid of this now! No daughter of mine will ever, gets rid of it now or so help me-”
There was a definite fire flashing through her eyes, anger poured into her cheeks, her voice became very edgy, as if it stood upon the edge of a knife. “Or you’ll what? What is it you will do? Hit me, beat me, like you did before when you found I was fascinated with the darkest things of our world? No, father, you will do nothing, long has the time passed that you could lay a finger on me.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously, as she saw him draw his wand, and begin to wave it. So in sync she was with her magical surroundings, she could almost feel the magical pools rippling lightly to his touch, he was going to try and destroy her objects. But she had always been swift with her wand, swifter than he. As soon as his hex was fired at her objects, an ethereal force had burst from her wand, deflecting it to hit a near by wall, several things crashing down. “You know, father, I think I don’t much need you at all anymore. You are even trying to keep Araneus here, you shouldn’t do that.”
She was walking forward, her eyes narrowed even more dangerously; pure hatred flowed from them, as her wand was out. But so did he, it seemed he was livid; she was touching the things that had scarred his family forever, that was now ripping it apart. “You thought you would beat it out of me, didn’t you? All those years ago, when I fancied a book, yes you remember. The pain you caused me, the trauma, but I’d suffered worse. You, better than anyone know that.” Her voice was not that sinfully sweet tone, it was of pure venom, a dark rage filled in every word she spoke.
He remained speechless, but his voice shook with anger too, “You should know better than anyone.”
“I will not deny myself of the powers I can wield. Far better than any could ever imagine.” Her wand flicked dangerously, but no spell came out, and it was not yet directed towards him. But it was everything she could do to wait, oh how he would suffer, it was already in her mind, it filled her brain, wracked, it. Something no one should ever have to live.
“You dare, speak to me this way! I will not have it, you are no daughter-”
”Silencio!” She hissed, her wand was whipped in his direction, he could not finish his sentence, she would not hear that repeated again. She was tired of this game. She watched him and laughed in bemusement as he whirled his wand at her. And with but a flick of her wrist, and a simple word of power his little disarming charm was deflected so masterfully it shattered a window nearby. “But I won’t jeopardize my toys,” she said darkly. Before he could even thing the magical pulls rippled around her, her wand waved in a very dangerous motion, an ethereal force twisting through the air, the ripples of it’s intensity reverberated around the room, and before Darius knew it he was blasted through the door, his back cracking against the wall.
But as she walked through the door step something hard hit her face, and she twirled back. Spinning, she felt some hot liquid run down her face, just a trickle. She cursed under her breath, but before he could make another motion with his wand, hers whipped swiftly. ”Expelliarmus!”
His wand flew from his hand as she rose, and with a simple flick of her wrist it came to her. Her face looked livid, but then it twisted into a very scary smile, he too rose, she was only a little taller than he, and for a girl that was saying something, she had grown a little. Her elongated fingers coiled his birch wood wand, and squeezed so hard she could hear it crack, and as he came to retrieve it he was blasted back. And when he looked back up his wand was shattered in her hand, and the ruins fell to the floor.
“What a pity, now you have no defense.” She waved her wand and his voice came back to him, “This is so I can have the pleasure of hearing you scream father.” Her eyes looked almost maniacal as she rose her wand and brought it back down, the magical pools rising within her, as she gave a low and undesirable hiss, ”Crucio!”
A web of great power shot from her wand, over taking his body, and the scream she heard gave her such pleasure, as she intensified it’s power, again and again every time it weakened. He writhed, she knew what this felt like, it’d been used on her when she was only five, but not nearly to this magnitude. “Greater pain you will feel! Pain only I have felt!” Her words were a bit screechy, but still very sane, and very much in her vile tones. She lifted her wand; she could hear his heaving breaths; that had to take a lot out of the man.
“You see father, my foolish Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, has taught me an art I thought I could never be taught. For it takes two, and I had to learn how to do it, and I’d need more than a book. Have you ever heard of legilimency? Well I’ve been fiddling with memory charms a bit as well. And I can now force things into your mind, from mine, and make you see the horror that I saw again, and again. But I am not without mercy; I will kill you in the end.” She was no longer his daughter, she was now what she would be too all others, the Dark Lady. To others, the Matriarch, she would be feared for powers such as these.
Long had the time passed when she had to mutter an incantation to break into his mind, and he was such easy prey, a man who was broken before, now broken again, only this time much worse: His own daughter, his only child, a true spideress. Her wand fell heavily down swishing through the air. The pain she was now causing him was so horrible that even gods would quell before it. Something no one should have to go through. For both she and her father could see it, she would inflict pain upon herself, but it was drowned now by the desire to harm him utterly, break him like a twig.
Crystalla, a gorgeous blonde was stroking her baby’s hair as death took her body, her breaths becoming shorter and shorter. . . . A tall man hissing curses as a younger Serena screamed for her father, back when she trusted him. So long ago. Crystalla was coughing, talking to Darius, both looking down at her, their words was incomprehensible but he knew what they were. They’d always rung through his mind.
She could hear him crying as more images poured through his head, of Serena being tortured, for even now he felt all the blame plummeting upon himself. A cold expression was upon her face, quite the contrary, she was not sorrowful at all. So dark her heart was these days that it was almost indifferent about her father. But she would make it stop, after this moment.
“ Oh sweet Serena, I love you Serena, don’t blame your father though, when you find out why I’m dying, it’s not his fault. Stay sweet, my dear, I love y-”
“You know what that means don’t you father? You know exactly what it means; it’s your fault isn’t it? You did it to her didn’t you? But it was an accident; you’d meant the curse for him. . . . Well, I suppose I get vengeance for more than one thing.” She came closer to him, and looked down at him, utter disgust filling her beautiful orbs, and he looked up at her sobbing.
Just before she cursed him, before she ended his life, those eyes of hers; a sapphire hue, burned with some awful fire. There was pain within her, even while she was not supposed to feel it. Serena was not supposed to feel like this anymore, it was now to be impossible…but his memory, it had hurt her. She would not have it, and so she drew herself up to her fullest height, and looked down on him as coldly callous as she could. Though her eyes betrayed her, even if the tone of her voice did not, she was in painful rage, and because of it, he would pay a price. Perhaps it was time to tutor him on what his daughter was really like.
“You know father, when spiders meet maturity, and free themselves from their parents web, they destroy it, all of it: Even the said parent. Now I’m freeing myself, embracing who and what I am to my fullest. I have never said ‘good bye’ because there was always that next summer that I would be forced to see you. I always say farewell; but now I get to have the pleasure of what many orphaned children do not; I shall never be bereft of that. Good bye, Father. ” She raised her wand; the magical pulls roared as a tidal wave of magical hate flowed through her, her wand would’ve vibrated with intensity if such a thing happened. And as it fell the most vile hiss imaginable escaped her, it was a terrible voice, no longer her own. But yet it was full of her essence, “Avada Kedavra!” A terrible rushing sound soared throughout the sound barrier, as a green light enveloped his body, ripping his life from him. She watched as soul departed from body. Serena merely looked at his lifeless corpse, there was now no emotion within her, the curse had been uttered, and he was dead. That is all there was to it; she would never see him again, and all for the better too. Her wand lowered to her side as her eyes glinted, he was no more. Darius Actrumen was dead, and she was the last remaining of that line. The filthy weakling plagued her house no longer.
The Black Widow stepped over his body, and walked down the hall, simply muttering with an air of nonchalance, no tone of sorrow or remorse for what she had done.
“I suppose I have some packing to do,” she walked through the house, knocking on a door and saying softly, as if though nothing happened, “Araneus!”
Sins of the Father: The Black Widow
The moon, that glaring orb in the clear deep blue skies, that maiden of the night, glowing dimly within the heavens like a warm goddess; the best part about it was that it shone everywhere, even in the darkest places the moon shined down upon you. Its light echoed across millions of miles, across every scape known, and even unknown, to man and wizardkind alike. Even in hot, sweltering Egypt, or rather, at night, cold freezing Egypt. It even stared down upon a house that isn’t all that grand, but it’s not a shack either. The home of our calculating mistress, none other than the already infamous Serena Actrumen. . . .
The light of the moon’s rays caused not only her obsidian locks to glitter, but also her ebony wand, gleaming dimly in the light. Her legs were crossed, her sapphire hues staring down at the book she was currently reading, she had just received her O.W.L.s and they were just what she expected, all O’s in every subject she was taking. A sigh escaped her lips; this book wasn’t really telling her anything knew. She leaned back slightly in her chair; the light spilling over her slim, even simple black robes, her dark curtain of obsidian hair fell backward, like ink spilling on the back of her chair. Her room was very much, now, like a study for everything, from charms to those vile abhorred things the wizards labeled ever so long ago the ‘dark arts.’ There was a cauldron not too far away emitting a hazy red mist, it looked most vile indeed if one could look into what was put into it. Before her were some scattered notes, she was a very organized person but today she was just searching for a bit of this and that. She had several objects in her room as well, dark objects, and even objects that every day wizards used.
Her family was not a poor one, just not wealthy either, she was middle class. How funny, many of the richest of wizards scream of mediocrity, but this average income family holds one of the greatest witches this age has ever seen. For she is a wonder no matter what anyone says, Serena Actrumen could be anything she wanted, she could be primed to become minister one day, if it was her desire. But even that is not enough to whet her appetite; she must always have more, forever craving more than she has. Oh that calculating mistress, whose web has been woven finely over the years. Such greatness will immortalize her for all time; books will be written of her greatness, of the terror she will spread, she does not need wealth. She has a power that any wizard would kill for.
Yet another sigh escaped her lips, this one so loud that a black mass beside her ruffled, two large deep brown eyes opening to stare at her. The mass’ wings spread and his beak opened in a yawning motion. Baal, her loyal servant and companion, they understood one another better than any could ever know. And only one human could ever draw that much attention from her, Araneus, those were her boys, and forever she would guard them, even as she spread death around a hundred countries they would be the only ones who could truly say they had nothing to fear from her.
An ivory hand rose to pet the bird gently, coming to slide across his sleek beak, her sapphire hues connecting with his black ones. “Are you ready my pet?” Her voice was not as dark and venomous with him. True, it did hold that quality of dark mystique that was all about her but her voice was softer when she spoke to him.
The raven stared at her, and nodded his head; it looked as if he may have bowed as well. Such skill she had to connect with this creature, with any creature if she willed it. The charisma and sheer power she emanated to dominate them totally, their will becoming hers. Doing whatever she asked of them in the façade of false motherhood. But it was true she did love Baal in the way she loved her familiars. The way she sort of loved Araneus, but that was a different story entirely. They were probably her one weakness, and this Black Widow of sorts hid that very neatly, her sewing it up in her web, hiding it amongst her secrets most heavily guarded, for it was not the business of any other but her. Oh how complex she was, but somewhere deep down she has a heart, even the darkest of creatures have hearts. Of course, they usually hid them with all their wiles, and choose to let their controlling, calculating, domineering minds to block out any sentiment, empathy or sympathy they may feel. For people like Serena thought it was a weakness to wear your emotion, and heart upon your sleeve. It makes you easy pray, and it always has. For the smell of that pumping blood was foul and ripe, things great behemoths of power, like she can smell from miles away. Foolish are the innocent. . . .
“Good,” she said lightly, petting him once more, “You know what to do Baal, your mission is simple, but it is not easy. You shall be away from me until I go back to Hogwarts, for even in England you must work tirelessly; you’ll be all across Europe my love.” He gave her a mournful look, but stood strong all the same, she was very proud of him. “You will travel far and wide, go and visit all those that have already pledged themselves to me, give them this letter, I have charmed it to duplicate when you drop one off and then you are to take it. It’s very complex spells, after they read it, it will burst into flame, and no trace of it will be. Also,” she said her tone a bit edgy, “Check on those such as the Athenias’, the Peralta’s, and Moonstone, yes see what they are up to my pet. Oh! And Serenity, see what her friends are telling her, see if she took my advice. She could be great my pet, but she is blind.” He gave what she thought was his way of giving a derisive laugh. She petted him again, putting her grand signature she had finish putting spells on an hour or so ago. The fumes rose higher from her potion, Baal eyed it enviously.
“That is for a special friend,” she said with a smile, “Now, when you have done all I asked,” he crawled onto her hand, “Meet me on July the thirty-first, at King’s Cross I must return to school in a traditional manner, but worry not my love. We shall be triumphant. . . . Which reminds me, if you run into any danger, go to Tenebrous, he will let nothing harm you. Now g-”
There was a hearty laugh, as a voice came from her door, it was a very average masculine voice, an even voice, “Still blithering to that bird-” The visage of her father walked into the door, she turned, Baal not leaving her hand, it’d been the first time he’d been to her room since she’d gotten home. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, shining in the candlelight.
“What is this!?!?” His voice was angry; he was looking all around her room. He looked at her vile objects with disgust, and he gave the potion a very lurching look, his voice was shaking when he spoke next. “Where did you get all this!?!?”
“I’ve always had it,” there was definitely a tone of amusement in her voice, she stood, not really caring about what he was thinking, she rose her hand, and Baal flew out of the window. However she wasn’t thinking about that right now, she had a very malevolent grin upon her wonderful, thing lips. “But I no longer feel the need to hide it from you or anyone else around here any longer. I’ve finally fully embraced my ambitions.”
“You’re my daughter. Get rid of this now! No daughter of mine will ever, gets rid of it now or so help me-”
There was a definite fire flashing through her eyes, anger poured into her cheeks, her voice became very edgy, as if it stood upon the edge of a knife. “Or you’ll what? What is it you will do? Hit me, beat me, like you did before when you found I was fascinated with the darkest things of our world? No, father, you will do nothing, long has the time passed that you could lay a finger on me.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously, as she saw him draw his wand, and begin to wave it. So in sync she was with her magical surroundings, she could almost feel the magical pools rippling lightly to his touch, he was going to try and destroy her objects. But she had always been swift with her wand, swifter than he. As soon as his hex was fired at her objects, an ethereal force had burst from her wand, deflecting it to hit a near by wall, several things crashing down. “You know, father, I think I don’t much need you at all anymore. You are even trying to keep Araneus here, you shouldn’t do that.”
She was walking forward, her eyes narrowed even more dangerously; pure hatred flowed from them, as her wand was out. But so did he, it seemed he was livid; she was touching the things that had scarred his family forever, that was now ripping it apart. “You thought you would beat it out of me, didn’t you? All those years ago, when I fancied a book, yes you remember. The pain you caused me, the trauma, but I’d suffered worse. You, better than anyone know that.” Her voice was not that sinfully sweet tone, it was of pure venom, a dark rage filled in every word she spoke.
He remained speechless, but his voice shook with anger too, “You should know better than anyone.”
“I will not deny myself of the powers I can wield. Far better than any could ever imagine.” Her wand flicked dangerously, but no spell came out, and it was not yet directed towards him. But it was everything she could do to wait, oh how he would suffer, it was already in her mind, it filled her brain, wracked, it. Something no one should ever have to live.
“You dare, speak to me this way! I will not have it, you are no daughter-”
”Silencio!” She hissed, her wand was whipped in his direction, he could not finish his sentence, she would not hear that repeated again. She was tired of this game. She watched him and laughed in bemusement as he whirled his wand at her. And with but a flick of her wrist, and a simple word of power his little disarming charm was deflected so masterfully it shattered a window nearby. “But I won’t jeopardize my toys,” she said darkly. Before he could even thing the magical pulls rippled around her, her wand waved in a very dangerous motion, an ethereal force twisting through the air, the ripples of it’s intensity reverberated around the room, and before Darius knew it he was blasted through the door, his back cracking against the wall.
But as she walked through the door step something hard hit her face, and she twirled back. Spinning, she felt some hot liquid run down her face, just a trickle. She cursed under her breath, but before he could make another motion with his wand, hers whipped swiftly. ”Expelliarmus!”
His wand flew from his hand as she rose, and with a simple flick of her wrist it came to her. Her face looked livid, but then it twisted into a very scary smile, he too rose, she was only a little taller than he, and for a girl that was saying something, she had grown a little. Her elongated fingers coiled his birch wood wand, and squeezed so hard she could hear it crack, and as he came to retrieve it he was blasted back. And when he looked back up his wand was shattered in her hand, and the ruins fell to the floor.
“What a pity, now you have no defense.” She waved her wand and his voice came back to him, “This is so I can have the pleasure of hearing you scream father.” Her eyes looked almost maniacal as she rose her wand and brought it back down, the magical pools rising within her, as she gave a low and undesirable hiss, ”Crucio!”
A web of great power shot from her wand, over taking his body, and the scream she heard gave her such pleasure, as she intensified it’s power, again and again every time it weakened. He writhed, she knew what this felt like, it’d been used on her when she was only five, but not nearly to this magnitude. “Greater pain you will feel! Pain only I have felt!” Her words were a bit screechy, but still very sane, and very much in her vile tones. She lifted her wand; she could hear his heaving breaths; that had to take a lot out of the man.
“You see father, my foolish Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, has taught me an art I thought I could never be taught. For it takes two, and I had to learn how to do it, and I’d need more than a book. Have you ever heard of legilimency? Well I’ve been fiddling with memory charms a bit as well. And I can now force things into your mind, from mine, and make you see the horror that I saw again, and again. But I am not without mercy; I will kill you in the end.” She was no longer his daughter, she was now what she would be too all others, the Dark Lady. To others, the Matriarch, she would be feared for powers such as these.
Long had the time passed when she had to mutter an incantation to break into his mind, and he was such easy prey, a man who was broken before, now broken again, only this time much worse: His own daughter, his only child, a true spideress. Her wand fell heavily down swishing through the air. The pain she was now causing him was so horrible that even gods would quell before it. Something no one should have to go through. For both she and her father could see it, she would inflict pain upon herself, but it was drowned now by the desire to harm him utterly, break him like a twig.
Crystalla, a gorgeous blonde was stroking her baby’s hair as death took her body, her breaths becoming shorter and shorter. . . . A tall man hissing curses as a younger Serena screamed for her father, back when she trusted him. So long ago. Crystalla was coughing, talking to Darius, both looking down at her, their words was incomprehensible but he knew what they were. They’d always rung through his mind.
She could hear him crying as more images poured through his head, of Serena being tortured, for even now he felt all the blame plummeting upon himself. A cold expression was upon her face, quite the contrary, she was not sorrowful at all. So dark her heart was these days that it was almost indifferent about her father. But she would make it stop, after this moment.
“ Oh sweet Serena, I love you Serena, don’t blame your father though, when you find out why I’m dying, it’s not his fault. Stay sweet, my dear, I love y-”
“You know what that means don’t you father? You know exactly what it means; it’s your fault isn’t it? You did it to her didn’t you? But it was an accident; you’d meant the curse for him. . . . Well, I suppose I get vengeance for more than one thing.” She came closer to him, and looked down at him, utter disgust filling her beautiful orbs, and he looked up at her sobbing.
Just before she cursed him, before she ended his life, those eyes of hers; a sapphire hue, burned with some awful fire. There was pain within her, even while she was not supposed to feel it. Serena was not supposed to feel like this anymore, it was now to be impossible…but his memory, it had hurt her. She would not have it, and so she drew herself up to her fullest height, and looked down on him as coldly callous as she could. Though her eyes betrayed her, even if the tone of her voice did not, she was in painful rage, and because of it, he would pay a price. Perhaps it was time to tutor him on what his daughter was really like.
“You know father, when spiders meet maturity, and free themselves from their parents web, they destroy it, all of it: Even the said parent. Now I’m freeing myself, embracing who and what I am to my fullest. I have never said ‘good bye’ because there was always that next summer that I would be forced to see you. I always say farewell; but now I get to have the pleasure of what many orphaned children do not; I shall never be bereft of that. Good bye, Father. ” She raised her wand; the magical pulls roared as a tidal wave of magical hate flowed through her, her wand would’ve vibrated with intensity if such a thing happened. And as it fell the most vile hiss imaginable escaped her, it was a terrible voice, no longer her own. But yet it was full of her essence, “Avada Kedavra!” A terrible rushing sound soared throughout the sound barrier, as a green light enveloped his body, ripping his life from him. She watched as soul departed from body. Serena merely looked at his lifeless corpse, there was now no emotion within her, the curse had been uttered, and he was dead. That is all there was to it; she would never see him again, and all for the better too. Her wand lowered to her side as her eyes glinted, he was no more. Darius Actrumen was dead, and she was the last remaining of that line. The filthy weakling plagued her house no longer.
The Black Widow stepped over his body, and walked down the hall, simply muttering with an air of nonchalance, no tone of sorrow or remorse for what she had done.
“I suppose I have some packing to do,” she walked through the house, knocking on a door and saying softly, as if though nothing happened, “Araneus!”