Descent - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter three

"We could settle this nicely and civilly... and maybe most of you will get out of here alive. Maybe." Another roar of laughter went through the crowd, it sounded even more rotten than the first time.

"How can you solve something civilized with a creature as tyrannical as you?" my father spoke now, his tone calm but firm, the tension in the air clearly palpable.

"Well... No need to get presumptuous..." Voldemort continued his little show, not really showing what this was truly about. "You already know what I want, Peverell." he said. The voice was only more serious, it sounded even more inhuman than before.

"Well," my father spoke, looking the figure of the deadly world destroyer straight in his glowing red eyes. "A Peverell never gives up without a fight."

The dark lord let out an abominable laugh and his followers joined in. It was so gruesome, so bloodcurdling, that it sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"They said the Peverell's were so intelligent, yet you make such a foul choice, Ignotus. It is quite obvious that you have no chance," he said. My body tensed. This arrogance, this threatening behavior, this terrible god complex he was rearing with. I wished for nothing more than his death at that moment, but Lord Voldemort was probably closer to ultimate immortality than any of us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my relatives, siblings, allies and even my parents adopt a fighting stance, which caused me to do the same. It was getting serious. This was do or die.

Voldemort's expression darkened visibly, but the repugnant smirk never left his lips. "Well... you asked for it."

Everything that came after that sentence happened so fast, that no viewer could have followed the unfolding disaster. Lightning shot through the night, red, blue, and green. In just a few seconds, a small part of the house was bombed away, a fire so big that it lit up the night and threatened to consume the whole property.

My brother Caleb held an impressive pose, legs apart and stamped into the ground, arms folded together, and eyes closed. A few Death Eaters approached at a dangerous speed near his concentrated presence, but this did not upset him in the slightest. He had always been relaxed, even a horde of deadly enemies did not weaken his knees. Suddenly, red, and blue bolts of lightning shot through the night sky, striking the ground around Caleb one by one. Each bolt that struck knocked out one of the Death Eaters who had approached rashly. Flames ignited in Caleb's palms, which he fired at the others, either hitting them with destructive fire or critical lightning bolts.

Cyrus, on the other side of the battlefield, cast a scrutinizing glance at his nails as he leaned against a tree. He didn't look in the least like he was in the middle of a war, no, more like he was already thinking about the next destination for a long overdue vacation. Meanwhile, he had cast the Imperius Curse on three Death Eaters at the same time, his special power in the dark arts clearly visible, who were now fighting for him against their own people, torturing and killing them.

In the meantime, Skylar was mainly busy warning all those fighting on our side when a Death Eater approached from behind. She was known to be good at seeing the future as well as the past, but she could also sense and recognize presences approaching long before they entered her field of vision. No one could sneak up on her without being finished off long beforehand. However, when she wasn't raising the alarm, she used spells to disarm or kill her opponents. 

My father fought with and without a wand, firing spells and curses voraciously at opponents and knocking them out one by one. My mother did the same and would also weave her way quickly through the crowds, causing chaos so that one Death Eater would run straight into another, or they would attack themselves out of sheer confusion.