Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Proposition──

If... Nagini hadn't given Voldemort a love potion, Tom wouldn't want to compromise and just wanted to force Voldemort to submit.

Ok……

There is abuse, there is sadness, there is dog blood wheel return agency, there is BE/HE.

OK?

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Some people say that loving is a kind of giving, and being loved is happier.

Some people also say that the so-called love is a conquest process of chasing and being chased, hunting and being hunted, so if you say, falling in love with someone who will never fall in love with you, what kind of torture is it?

Crazy despair, endless pursuit.

And what if, while loving, you also hate, and when you hate, you love?

So... probably love on the one hand and hurt on the other at the same time.

The journey will have no end, until either the submission of one side, or the... destruction of the other.

...the divider for the moon...

Tom, who walked into the tower, imprisoned Voldemort after the long-lost meeting with the young man that day.

A fainted person naturally has no resources to resist. Even if he wants to, Voldemort will be weak due to the lack of nourishment from his magical blood. Even if he wants to, Voldemort, who has lost his broken wand and cannot amplify his magic or effectively aim, is not Tom's opponent at this stage. .

Therefore, Tom broke his legs and wrist bones cruelly. When Voldemort tried to resist, the proud Demon King was chained naked to the cold wall with a black chain as heavy as his arm, and his snow-white skin with tight lines and beautiful texture was full of blood. It's a blood-red welt.

Humiliation, sultry fire burning in the gorgeous red pupils, anger and annoyance, and many other obscure emotions.

Seeing the dark but helpless look in Voldemort's eyes, the young man who had already gone crazy couldn't help but chuckle, the ironic and joyful crazy smile permeated the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, making his evil face coquettish. Like a demon, even the shadow elongated by the candlelight seems to indicate the darkness of the night.

He adored Voldemort's helplessness with admiring eyes, then cupped the young man's handsome face, parted his clenched teeth, kissed lingeringly and forcefully, and asked for it.

The bright red blood dripped down like tear stains, and the reason why it trickled out of his lips was not because of the young man's resistance, but because Tom's teeth scratched his mouth when he pinched Voldemort's tightly closed lips with too much force. .

"You really are sweeter than I imagined... my Voldy..."

Tom, who frivolously licked the blood off the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, expressed joy, and was very excited that he could treat the man with such a condescending gaze. He let go of the young man's reddened handsome face, and caressed Voldemort's cheek with a leisurely aria. Chest, palm pressed against Voldemort's silent beating heart, murmured with revenge and countless malice in a half-smile, "When you wanted to take my body, did you ever think that such a day would come? Dear Voldy."

"...What do you want?" His black brows were furrowed in shame. Even in this situation, the still proud Demon King turned his head slightly, with the nobility and disdain in his bones, but such a contemptuous attitude was facing an equally proud person. But it was so provocative again, the black boy frowned, and the well-manicured nails on the slender fingertips touched Voldemort's wound like this, squeezing the red, swollen and turned-out blood hole.

"I want you to yield to me, to be willing, to admit your mistakes."

The hot wound bleeds more red and black mixed with the stimulation. Under the light of Voldemort's light, his complexion seems to be faintly pale, and his body has become stiffer silently, but he still looks at Tom's crazy eyes, With a sneer, he raised the corners of his mouth, showing an expression that you are dreaming.

The provocative look made the corner of the boy's mouth twitch, and it drooped dangerously. Tom hit Voldemort's lower abdomen angrily, with such force that Voldemort's pride couldn't help but slightly arch his body.

The injury was heavy and he suffered such a blow, Voldemort still refused to say a word about the pain, but silently tightened his thin lips, but that kind of always noble and unwilling to show weakness was not what Tom wanted to see, so Tom grabbed him cruelly. The young man's black hair forced his caretaker to raise his head in an extremely humiliating and powerless posture, "...you have to spend your whole life to pay it back, to pay it all back."

"I... refuse." Voldemort just sneered at the boy's request, he looked into Tom's eyes as Tom wanted, but the emotions contained in those red eyes were only contempt and pity, and he despised the boy's arrogance And the arrogance, stupidity and whimsy of poor teenagers.

The men and women of the Gaunt family have always had crazy blood. When Tom saw Voldemort's sad and pitiful mocking eyes, Tom felt as if his head was about to explode. His eyes quickly turned red and he lost his mind. The only thing he remembered was Yes, I can only vent my anger on that person completely.

It was the craziest fantasy.

It is also the sweetest dream.

Tom, determined to subdue the young man, disregarded the young man's injuries and struggles, and forcibly occupied him in the most violent way.

But after waking up from the dream, seeing the man paralyzed on the bed like a corpse, Tom couldn't help it, and felt unspeakable panic.

Although he tried to calm himself down, his fingers trembled slightly. He moved cautiously until he reached the man's nose and found that there was still a slight heat. Then he put the quilt on the young man's body, and Whether or not Voldemort will, can hear the deep murmur: "This won't be the only time... But if you behave yourself next time, I will be gentle with you."

The deadly silence behind him made Tom wait for a long time, but he left the prison with a sigh of relief after a long time.

At least Voldy didn't respond, he thought, and he had a lifetime to wait for the man to give in.

However, the boy who had everything going so smoothly forgot one thing──

Proud people cannot tolerate their self-esteem being trampled on.

Even the proud cannot bear the humiliation of such torture.

Voldemort has always been the proudest person, if he had to be like this for the rest of his life, what would he do?

Tom opened the door the next day and saw Voldemort's body, with a strangely satisfied smile on his frozen expression, and two black tooth marks on his fair neck, where the carotid artery was located.

The silvery little female snake huddled next to the young man's pillow. After seeing Tom approaching, she stood up high and hoarse XX in a trembling and hasty voice, "...Voldy is dead, I killed him. 』

...the divider for the moon...

"Voldy...why..."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, the shock made Tom almost unable to stand still. His confused head almost used all the strength in his body to turn him. He stared blankly at Voldemort's still handsome face, those ruby-like pupils. It was half-closed and half-closed, with an indescribable sarcasm and indifference, as if telling Tom that you would never get me.

"Because... a Voldy like this is really pitiful! As if exhausting all her courage, the little female snake's body trembled and whispered desperately, if she had eyelids, she would definitely close her eyes tightly and dare not open them, but Tom used a strange look He grasped Nagini's seven inches, and lifted the shrunken little snake up.

hold.

throw off.

It hit the wall heavily with a bang, and there seemed to be a faint sound of bones breaking.

"...It seems like I heard a strange sound just now?" He said, smiling confusedly and strangely, Tom slowly climbed onto the bed, put his arm on Voldemort's cold and stiff shoulder, and gently closed his eyes, "Wait for me You have been waiting for a long time, dear Voldy, you can see that your whole body is frozen... But it doesn't matter, I will warm you."

He wanted to hug Voldemort, but Voldemort's body eroded by Nagini's toxin swelled up, like a balloon that was suddenly inflated and burst after reaching its limit.

Voldemort's body exploded, cracked, in front of Tom.

Except for the cold blood spattered from the explosion, there was almost no evidence of Voldemort's existence in the world.

"..." Tom stared blankly at the puddle of blood in front of him, the wound on his forehead that almost exposed bones was also bleeding, the only thing he could think of to do in pain was to rush over and lift the little puddle that had almost turned into a puddle of mud The female snake gritted her teeth tremblingly and murmured, "What the hell is going on here! 』

"Voldy said to kill him...or he took you to die..."

The little female snake who was slammed against the wall by the owner was dying, and even her eyes that were originally moist and bright were dimmed. She stuck out her tongue hissingly, but the small tongue that slipped out of her mouth just trembled. Then gradually slumped weakly, "Why did you become like this...I miss Voldy...I think you're alright...when we were together..."

"...Even death can't make him leave me, never! Tom's shoulders trembled, his dark eyes flashed with hostility, he whispered nervously in a declarative tone, but Nagini could no longer hear it.

Never hear it again.

Cherry's big head drooped while trembling and speaking, limp like a dead snake, and it was really a dead snake.

...the divider for the moon...

Voldemort is dead, Nagini is dead, so is the story over?

──Of course not, otherwise how do you explain the seven treasures floating in the air?

The symbols of the four founders and the tokens of the Deathly Hallows floated in the sky around the calamity slab, and the converging eight-pointed star mirror reflected a half-body angel and half-devil figure. The man turned around and raised his lips to smile at Tom. , the face looks like a woman, but his eyes and voice are like a handsome man. Edemachus, who has appeared in his true form, asked faintly with a soul-shaking voice spanning eight registers, "Contractor ...you gathered all the items I asked for?"

"...Yes, all of them! You promised! You promised to fulfill any of my wishes as long as I collect them all!" Tom, who looked frenzied and irritable, took a step forward. The demon lord with volcanic breath murmured hoarsely, "I want Voldy back! I want him to fall in love with me! I want to return to the happy days when I was truly with him!"

"Heh... What a greedy little guy..." Edemachus gently raised his hand and collected something from the treasure in the sky, then he shook his finger with his beautiful and neutral handsome face, with a smile on his face He whispered with a smile, "The things you collected can only fulfill one wish. What do you want in exchange?"

"How can you only change one of these! You are too greedy!" Tom was astonished, and then clenched his fists anxiously trying to win, but the demon lord just shook his fingertips cruelly, with eyes that gave the impression of time passing His eyes glanced at Tom casually, "You don't have the right to bargain with me, so make up your mind, or you won't have time."

The light mirror formed by the magic items whose core has been taken away has begun to become unstable. Once it collapses, it will be difficult to connect again for a lifetime. Tom gritted his teeth and stared at Edemachus's face, and the death of Voldemort and Nagini flashed in his mind. Finally made a decision: "I—I want to go back to the past where Voldemort could fall in love...!"

"……as you wish."

The demon lord laughed, and smiled with a vicious and evil heart. Tom only felt a vortex flashing with silver light appearing in front of him, spinning like this, crushing his body and soul and inhaling it, in a trance. Suddenly he saw a familiar sight.

That was the orphanage where he had grown up, and it was where it all started, but when he looked up and caught a glimpse of the reflection in the window, Tom froze, because the man in the shadow had magnificent ruby ​​eyes.

Is that so...is that so...

The content of his wish was to return to the past where Voldemort could fall in love with him, but he became Voldemort. Does this mean that unless this is the case, Voldemort cannot love him?

He touched his eyes tremblingly, and there was a faint warm moisture in the palm of the young boy, but it was too short, and disappeared without a trace when he put down his palm.

He pushed open the gate of the orphanage, and under the guidance of Mrs. Cole, he saw the "Tom Ridou" of this era.

『──Are you... my father? "

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, the boy in double black asked with a snake-like hissing voice.

『──No...I am Voldemort, Lord Voldemort. 』

He took the boy out of the orphanage, the boy held his hand tightly, his expression was a little confused, and he was looking forward to the unknown, but when he looked at him, his eyes showed confusion again: "Voldemort... are you crying?" ? 』

"..." Tom, who was no longer Tom, didn't speak, but coughed lightly and pressed the boy's head.

...the divider for the moon...

Everything that happens in the world is projected in front of the throne by the mirror in the abyss.

Eddiemachus looked at the situation where the two black hairs were getting along, and turned his face away with a chuckle: "Voldemort, what do you think?"

Beside the throne, a handsome young man in a black robe dressed like a priest was silent, his eyes gliding past two similar faces in the mirror.

"It's not that I want to say, your previous life was really not ordinary stupid." Edemachus looked at Voldemort's expressionless face jokingly, and shook his head amusedly. He nestled back and was decorated with obsidian and skeletons. He squinted his eyes like a cat, "He didn't think about why he did this to you, the person who died was not him, and what was the reason for me to send him back to that era?"

Voldemort was still silent, but after hearing the words of the demon lord, he slowly raised his head belatedly, his ruby-like eyes revealed questioning and confusion.

"The reason why you didn't choose to kill Tom Ridou or die with him is because there is still a faint trace of tenderness in your heart." Edemachus touched Voldemort's flat chest, and looked at Voldemort mockingly with his lips curled up, " Maybe you don’t even know it yourself, you fell in love with yourself as early as the first time you saw your previous life.”

"...Impossible!" Voldemort's eyes widened in astonishment, but Edemachus smiled more happily. He took out the light beads extracted from the treasures of the human world, and stuffed them into his lips one by one. Petal, the image of this world disappeared again, "Otherwise, why do you think you want to take care of him yourself? If you want to raise that child, just find someone to control and adopt him, wouldn't it be good?"

"..." Voldemort frowned as if he wanted to speak, but Edemachus just waved his fingers irrefutably, making an understatement.But with unspeakable malice, "Your soul is already my property, you can't lie to me, and I don't need to lie to you."

"You know... I like breaking up couples the most."

"How can you fall in love with the same gender? Couples will die."

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Come on, read along with me, this is a special episode of the newspaper

So all BE is an illusion. In fact, there was no part after Tom cried.

However, it would be more interesting to let the evil devil tell everyone that V actually likes Tom too?

I will never admit that I actually just wanted to write the last sentence...