Since y'all said I should cook... I'm gonna throw some shrimp/prawns on the barbie... Buckle up, this is going to be one hell of a left-field turn!
Enjoy...
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Lucius Malfoy grimaced as the body of the last remaining Riddle was cut into five equal pieces in the middle of a massive circle of ash and dragon bone. This ritual was a fail-safe that his lord had supposedly given to Augustus Rookwood in the event that all other modes of his resurrection, to which only the former unspeakable knew of, were gone. The scene was a worse reality however as the body of the priest had been ripped into chunks and assembled in five distinct shapes.
The flesh of the man's body was arranged in a skull shape at one of the pentagonal ends of the ritual circle. Blood was splattered in a water-droplet shape on the opposite arm of the pentagon. Spinal fluid and the stomach acid, harvested from the fresh corpse, was painted into a sun pattern next to the skull whilst bones were placed in a macabre tree-like display at the pinnacle of the ritual's circle. Finally there were the internal organs that were squished and popped violently until they vaguely resembled a ball of flame; if that ball of flame was filled with gloopy innards and jello-like sclera.
"What is this madness...?" Lucius couldn't help but whisper his question in horror as Augustus went from each vivid thane of imagery to the next, his gaze lingering on a few elements as he adjusted the position of some of the bones with his leather boots.
The Malfoy patriarch shivered once the former Unspeakable finished, a fell chill swooping into the dreary shadowed meadow that the ritual would be undertaken. He gripped his cane-wand tighter between his hands as the ritual circle started to shimmer in distinct colours for each symbol portrayed...
Around the fleshy skull an eldritch blackness started to sluggishly drip upwards before fading into the sky above. The water droplet of blood conjured a swirl of red-blue light that quickly mellowed into a stark blue glow that ominously merged with the air itself. Spinal fluid and stomach acid abruptly shone like the sun, a soft hymn-like buzz suffusing the periphery of the meadow despite the crawling sense of unease at the sheer amount of black magic pouring from the skull symbol. The boned-tree was next as the bones began slowly vanishing, a deep verdant sparkle shimmering away from the calcium structures and bringing with it the scent of a swamp's bog. Finally the gooey organ-matter suddenly combusted and a deep black-red flame began climbing higher and higher into the air, the other lights growing in intensity as the flames proliferated upwards like a beast clawing at the stars.
"T-this is wrong." Lucius intoned nervously as sweat dripped from his brow in buckets, his robes dampening as his pale skin started shivering in the presence of whatever Black Magics his master had ordered them to commit.
"Quiet! Everyone quiet!" Augustus roared as the circle's cacophonous cascading light shows all began swirling in their individual segments of the pentagram. "I will now begin the ritual. No one is to move or cast spells... Any who do will be forfeit to the ritual's effects." His eyes scanned through the assembled inner-circle of his master before he nodded at their silence and strut around the circle, his footsteps mellowed by the soft grass beneath his feet.
Lucius gulped as the man stopped at the gateway of the ritual circle. Augustus took a breath before stepping into the circle, his limbs snapping into perfect posture as his magic started to form around him in wispy orange tendrils of light. He reached the centre of the circle just as his magic started delicately caressing the edges of each symbolic region.
"From the Blind Eternities I beseech those of the Eldrazi to grant thy plea!" His voice reverberated with an unholy distortion of sound as his voice whispered from every single direction all at once. "With succour of flesh," The skull exploded into a miniature tornado of onyx light, "With succour of life-water," blue flooded from the bloody waterdrop as he spoke... "With succour of life-essence," The sunlight compressed down into a floating mote of light that quickly began multiplying until the entire segment seemed to swarm with fire-flies of sunlight... "With succour of mortality's roots," The bones of the tree symbol vanished entirely and now there were flowers filling the space the symbol once occupied... "With succour of weaknesses and consciousness... I call upon you to bring forth Tom Marvolo Riddle from the depths of Mana, to resurrect him in flesh, magic and soul!!!"
With a final shout the flames from before consumed the entire border of the ritual circle, their destructive power sucking in all of the aura from the other symbols. A tornado of flame billowed up and down the ritual before the flames were abruptly swallowed whole by the symbol of the skull, the black magic reeking of death and undeath alike.
"̾S̾̾o̾̾u̾̾l̾ ̾f̾̾o̾̾r̾ ̾s̾̾o̾̾u̾̾l̾, ̾f̾̾l̾̾e̾̾s̾̾h̾ ̾f̾̾o̾̾r̾ ̾f̾̾l̾̾e̾̾s̾̾h̾..." A sickly sweet child-like voice whispered into the meadow. "̾S̾a̾̾c̾̾r̾̾i̾̾f̾̾i̾̾c̾̾e̾ ̾f̾̾o̾̾r̾ a̾̾r̾̾t̾̾i̾̾f̾̾i̾̾c̾̾e̾..." The voice grew more girlish, the tone gaining a nasal quality.
"̾T̾̾e̾̾r̾̾m̾̾s̾ ̾m̾a̾̾d̾̾e̾, ̾T̾̾e̾̾r̾̾m̾̾s̾ ̾h̾a̾̾v̾̾e̾ ̾b̾̾e̾̾e̾̾n̾ ̾b̾a̾̾d̾̾e̾..." A giggle escaped from the skull in the ritual.
"̾A̾̾n̾̾t̾̾h̾̾o̾̾n̾̾y̾ ̾M̾a̾̾r̾̾v̾̾o̾̾l̾̾o̾ ̾R̾̾i̾̾d̾̾d̾̾l̾̾e̾ f̾̾o̾̾r̾ T̾̾o̾̾m̾ ̾M̾a̾̾r̾̾v̾̾o̾̾l̾̾o̾ ̾R̾̾i̾̾d̾̾d̾̾l̾̾e̾. ̾" The skull stopped giggling.
"Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏c̵̛̥͊c̵̛̥͊ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝p̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘...!" The skull flashed a bright silver-grey.
Everything inside the meadow turned black and white for several moments until an ominous silver fire consumed Augustus completely and the ritual itself. Shouts of surprise and awe followed from the inner circle as a tall man of handsome stature and fair skin stepped out of those flames. His eyes glowed mercurial as his lithe body was softly covered in a metallic-blue cloak of silk that left very little to the imagination. Augustus was dead, the price of pleading with whatever he had pleaded with... But Lord Voldemort had returned... More powerful than ever.
"My friends, I am so glad that all of you are so faithful as to commit yourselves to me in such a deep way..." Lord Voldemort gleefully proclaimed, his robes tussling back and forth as he observed Lucius Malfoy, Belatrix Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov and Peter Pettigrew.
Lucius immediately knelt before his master, the symbol upon his right arm burning its way up and down the limb until he saw the edges of a medusa's heads poking onto each of his fingers, in tattoo form... Each head was moving and roaring silently as a deep silver-green filled the usually pitch-black spaces in-between.
"Master! We are gladdened at your return!" The Malfoy patriarch bellowed as respectfully as he could. His lord had just defied death yet again, for the third time... He was unkillable and would always return, he realised in this moment, and had decided to fully throw himself into his Lord's plans in future.
"Wonderful. I am most gladdened that one of my most politically powerful supporters... Friends... has delved to such a level in his understanding of my true power." Voldemort crooned in satisfaction as the rest of the inner circle practically kissed the ground in front of them from his mere presence.
"H-How was this achieved my lord?" Bellatrix asked in horny desperation.
"Magic... Heh..." Voldemort chuckled in amusement as his right hand woman blinked several times towards the ground.
'Since when has our lord made jokes...?' Lucius asked himself before discarding the thought as useless. It didn't matter, all that mattered was his family's standing in the new world that he and his lord would make.
"All of you may rise, I wish not dally here when I could instead hear of our recent woes and work with all of you to ensure we succeed in our task of ushering in a new world order..." Every inner-circle member rose to their feet and nodded their heads in the direction of their returning lord, whilst also glancing at one another in questioning... All of them were worried by the cordiality of their Lord towards themselves.
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Grindelwald grinned widely as the emaciated and tortured figure of Nicolas Flamel slumped hopelessly against the wooden torture chair. In his hands he slowly spun the Philosophers Stone back and forth, its crimson-gold hue refracting sunlight through it as if it were pure gold, quartz and mithril all at once.
"Now, that wasn't so hard was it? This all could have been over hours ago my dear friend..." Grindelwald scolded the ancient Alchemist as if he were a toddler.
Said wizard only wheezed with the effort of his breaths as his eyes languidly clung to his life's greatest work as if it had betrayed him. The Dark Wizard tsked a few times as Perenelle Flamel began stringing along some rather hideous slurs in Prussian-German.
"That is not the language befitting a lady my dear Perenelle." He paused as she tried to spit at him but ended up sputtering as if choked, "This has truly been fun, I assure both of you, alas I am on a tight schedule and need to spend as much time as possible discovering the secrets of this artefact. Bonvoyage..."
Grindelwald waved towards them and dropped them from their restraints as he tucked the precious stone into one of his lapel pockets, his heterochromatic gaze blurring as he apparated into Hogsmeade, a glamour instantly snapping into place as he stared at the fortress-school upon the nearby, isolated, mountaintop.
"Now I need only receive what was once mine." He sighed as a feeling of depression fluttered from his chest once again, the past lingering at the forefront of his mind despite all of his time in prison. "Oh Dumbledore, if only you were less insane back then... We could have won and none of these violences would be necessary..." His musings were abruptly halted as a wave of pure Blue, Green, Red, Blue, Black and White mana washed across the planet in a shocking tidal wave of metaphysical conjuration...
"Scheiße." He simply stated before apparating away towards the heart of this magic. Unfortunately by the time he arrived the meadow was empty of everything, including life... The forest that once surrounded the emanation had been syphoned away, all colour sapped out and silver-grey left in its place. "Double Scheiße." He muttered viciously before a burst of phoenix flames emerged from the opposite side of the clearing... Grindelwald fled immediately.
This wasn't the time to verse his old lover. No, he needed more forces and influence on his side before he fully declared his cause. A muted pop followed his short sprint, his magical core thumping with the adrenaline in his body...
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Shiroe and I just finished airing all of our ideas as the force screamed out in metaphorical shock, my magic flaring in unease as something washed over and past us. Meanwhile the chat room pinged loudly...
[MISSION PERAMETRES HAVE CHANGED]
[WIZARDING WAR MISSION IS NOW DELCARED AN OMNIVERSAL THREAT]
[UPDATING MISSION...]
[NEW TITLE BEING ESTABLISHED...]
[WAR OF BLIND ETERNITIES HAS BEGUN]
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! MISSION IS NOW CLASSED AS 'LEGENDARY SSSR-RANK']
[They are in the walls...]
"What the fuck?!" Shiroe and I exclaimed as all of the details of the mission went out the window and the time-lock feature was erased entirely.
Luke Skywalker- Uh oh...
Tony Stark- It just had to fucking happen right now, didn't it...!? 🙄
Sirius Black- I blame Harry!
Harry Potter- Traitor...! 🤬
Aegon Targaryen- Can we abandon the mission?
Sirius Black- And leave our home world to die!?!?!
Loki Odinson- No, let the lordling cook...
Tony Stark- HAHAAHAHAHAHA! I GOT LOKI TO USE MODERN SLANG!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Drecarios Frost- Well I guess I just got a lot of reasons to fully exploit magic and my abilities!
M. Sam Carter- I can be ready in an hour, if you guys need me?
Harry Potter- Nothing massive has occurred yet, just a wave of magic across the planet... We will have time but I am not sure how much
Shiroe of Log Horizon- I suggest we all start preparing for the worst case scenario
Jester Lavorre- aH! SoRry guys BUTtttt we're KindAaa busy plANning TraVeler-con... Um, yEah... OOOOH, do youuuu all want to COMe!?!? 🎇🎇🧛♀️🧙♂️🧙♀️🧚♂️????
Luke Skywalker- *sigh*
Sung Jin-woo- What are these mission and what is this chatroom?
Drecarios Frost- Who the fuck are you? 🥴
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