𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟏𝟎; ᴍɪɴᴅғᴜᴄᴋ

The Ravenclaw swore on his life to never cross Sephtis, as they and everyone else were terrified of Sephtis' gaze at that moment.

"Perish." Sephtis commanded with a voice that felt like it came from a higher power, one that could not be disobeyed. His words were like the decree of the Norse Gods, and the victim knew that their fate was sealed.

Sephtis seemed something more than a mortal. He seemed like a monster in human form.

As Sephtis stood there, his beauty marred by the blood of his victim, he exuded a sense of danger that was both alluring and terrifying.

His victim's screams echoed through the dungeon halls, a haunting melody that spoke of the horrors that lurked in the shadows. Sephtis watched with a bored expression, as if he were observing a mere plaything. For him, this was just another day in the life of his.

"What... are you..?" His victim cried out in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

'The Devil.' They thought.

"I die as much as I breathe, I am surrounded in death, never to meet my permanent end." Sephtis replied, his tone cryptic and mysterious.

"I am the Bane of the Nine Realms." He continued, his voice low and menacing. In his hand, a weapon appeared, Erosion it's called under the guise of a silver blade that was used to cut mistletoe. Yet it was more than that as it had the ability to sever the mind and soul from the body, allowing the user to slip into the body, spirit, and soul of its victim.

They cannot help but to wonder where in the name of the Nine Realms did he get that?

"Send my regards to Her Majesty." Sephtis said with a cold smile, referring to the Queen of the Dead.

That smile was the last thing his victim saw, before Sephtis plunged the blade into their chest. The victim's body convulsed in pain, their soul and mind severed from their body. All that was left was an empty, corpse, devoid of anything.

"You killed him. You are going to Azkaban." Regulus spoke up.

Sephtis just hummed.

"You seem to have conveniently forgotten that I have memorised the entire 4726-page document that states every law in the Wizarding World." He told him.

"In European Law boom, turn to page 1922, chapter 26, clause 10.3, it states very clearly that in specific circumstances, if death is the only way to prevent personal harm, liability or death, then the perceived murder will be classed as self defence." Sephtis said.

"What the hell did he even do to you?" Regulus demanded.

Sephtis just shrugged. "Who knows? It's the future after all. Till then I am innocent as I haven't killed them yet." He smirked.

Sephtis stood over the body, blood staining his beautiful features, as a chilling laughter escaped his lips.

That sound sent shivers down their spines.

The screen shifted.

Amidst the verdant foliage of the Herbology classroom, Regulus's attention was suddenly drawn to the back of the room. His gaze fell upon a familiar figure, the very embodiment of all his loathing and contempt.

"... Sure, loathing and contempt."

"Fuck of, Evan."

Sephtis stood there, his silk white shirt unbuttoned at the top, displaying his toned chest and a silver necklace. His rolled up sleeves revealed his muscular forearms, while his emerald and silver tie hung loosely around his neck. His dark curls were pulled back into a charmingly messy half up style, adding to his allure.