"It was so hot seeing you and Auntie rut like that... I hated it like nothing else! I wanted to be there, in her position, with you driving it in me! How dare Auntie get what I wanted? I knew you first! You flirted with me all that time.... I walked you into this house! Why did Auntie get to feel your cock and make me feel jealous about it?"
"And now?"
"Now I'm your whore!"
'SPANK!'
"Just like Auntie!"
'SPANK!'
"Both of us will worship your cock! We'll serve you together! If she has the cock, I'll have the balls! I'll take you up my arse after she has you in her pussy! Every night! Every day! We'll be yours! Carrying out your whims!"
"Oh poppet!" Amelia swooned rubbing her own pussy lips with a fervor, she couldn't stop watching the show that was going on inside Bones Mansion, even better than reading up on pathetic Witch Weekly's, and running porn magazines with a darn serious look, "'You say the sweetest things~~~"
"Auntie will teach me all the ways to pleasure you, She's my auntie, she knows best.... She'll make me into a good whore for you, Lucifer! Me as Lady Bones and her as Lady Morn—"
"Oh…." Her Aunt moaned loudly to make them see, she was now pushing her wand inside, and fucking herself to oblivion, "W-what a nice image! Let her cum, husband."
"Do it, Susan, cum on my cock."
"FUCK! Yes!---yeesss! YES! Yee I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum! I'M going to Cumm! yesss, Yesss~~~! your fat coc--Merlin! 'Aaaaah... yessS!"
Screaming nearly at the top of her lungs as her world exploded, cresting in an incredible wave of pleasure as the biggest orgasm of her life hit Susan Bones, any she had before this barely counted in comparison.
....Her body was twitching and jerked violently as the orgasm slammed her, grinding into magnificent boy's body, 'feeling' every inch of his cock inside.
Her cunt was spasming in pleasure, a kind that she never knew possible. Every nerve of body was exploding in pleasure, making quiver with delight. If there was a 'pleasure-equivalent' to the Cruciatus, then this was it.
....And it was all thanks to that 'devil-cock' lodged balls deep in her cunt, there was no more guilt, or quandaries, none of that happened.
All that mattered was this cock in her clenching cunt, Susan let out a soft moan, feeling him dislodge out of her, letting her slowly slide down to the floor.
Closing her eyes, the girl dropped her head to one side and rested, thought she heard the sound of an owl hooting but couldn't bring herself to care. She felt Lucifer walk away. Did he get a letter? From whom? Greengrass? Granger? Abbott?
No, it didn't matter, she was his, if Lucifer felt it necessary, he would tell her, to ask him wasn't her place.
"It's from Evelyn." she heard him say.
"What does she say?" Madam Bones hearing the name, came to a halt, the older woman stopped rampaging her bloody hips on the wall, and glanced over with an annoyed face.
"Make hay while the sun shines…"
Lucifer trailed off, barking out a laugh, "For the next 'five days.'"
"What does that---Oh, I see, your book is about to launch? Shall I come to Diagon Alley, or wait for the Minis---"
Lucifer let out another laugh, "Guess we have a time limit, I will come..."
"Bugger," Claimed her jealous Aunt. "I was expecting to have you around for some more time..."
Susan wholeheartedly agreed, any day she spent without his cock in her was a waste.
"I'd love to, but you know I can't. Places to go, people to meet, events to arrange, I will be in touch."
"Not in touch, Husband. You 'have: to touch me, I don't think I can live otherwise." Amelia Bones whom her niece still didn't know exactly the position, and distance she was, suddenly let out a soft, moaning sound.
Susan wondered if they were kissing.
"I will, it's just a matter of weeks, Amelia, after that…" he trailed off.
"After that…" She said. "Will you make me an honest woman too, Husband? Fulfil my greatest wish?"
"Madam Bones.…"
"You don't have to answer it now, Lucifer. But I want it soon, I am carrying your child..."
Susan almost bled her ears, with how much force she practically used to clean those, thought she heard wrong, but didn't, as next, voices, like "Chumm"
"Mmmphh..." were penetrating her.
"...I will. And take care of Susan, she is to be 'one' of my wives, after all."
A nice smile spread across Susan's lips, for the meantime, that was all she wanted to hear, Exhaling, she let sweet morpheus take her, dreaming what if she too hadn't been under Contraceptive Charm, what would her 'future' be like?
Knocked up like Amelia Bones?
xxxxxx
"You… you're nothing like I imagined, Lucifer," Evelyn admitted with a twitch of her cheek, "And that's discounting whatever happened the other night."
"You keep mentioning it," Lucifer said as casually as possible, "Thinking about it too much?"
"...What?" She asked, slightly flushed. "No, it — it isn't like 'that. You've to understand, Lucifer. Whatever happened earlier… it wasn't natural. As an accomplished Occlumens, I'm merely trying to quench my academic interest."
"Academic," he smirked. "Is that what they're calling intercourse these days?"
"From an Occlumens' point of view," Evelyn said, doing her best to hide her embarrassment, "Everything is academic. And you don't get to comment about it, Lucifer Morningstar. I 'fought' past my embarrassment and crawled naked into your nightclub. I was collared to your belt.... And, you fucked me in front of everyone. I drank your urine served in a 'dog's bowl?! Then you sent me packing home, raunchy and utterly bothered."
"That shouldn't have been a problem," Lucifer teased her, "I mean, you do have a 'humiliation' streak, it's not like the first time I paraded you around on these floors...?"
"That's entirely different, we had an audience... who took pleasure in watching us!" Lady Greengrass snapped back, quickly, a bit too quickly.
"Oh dear, I seem to have touched a nerve. Perhaps I should spend more time with you during the night. Maybe that will encourage you to be a little more soft?"
"I have no need for attention from someone that-—"
"Fucks your arsehole with a bottle of Elvish wine, 'pouring inside'... and then tell you to drink it, my Lady?"
Evelyn scowled, "...Yes, I prefer licking yours instead."
"You look angry. You're keeping it very well wrapped up behind those fantastic Occlumency shields, but anyone with eyes can see that you're coiled up tighter than twenty clock springs."
"Excuse me—"
"You're nervous, and angry, and scared because you can't really understand what you want to do, and you're about to explode with the need to have sex with me.... I've met guys 'fresh' out of prison that aren't bursting at the seams as hard as you."
"Oh?" she snapped, "Friends with ex-Azkaban convicts, are you?"
It took Lucifer a second to recognize that minor slip, "No," he told her, "But I've heard about Sirius Black escaping, I bet Phineas wouldn't know if he should cry tears of joy or blood. The man was stuck there for 'fourteen' years. Those dementors probably snuff the stiffness out of your tool."
'The Daily Prophet' listed Ministry's warnings, exact narrative was.
The Mass Murder of Muggles: The newspapers heavily reported that 'SiriusBlack' used a single, devastating blasting curse to blow up a street, killing twelve innocent Muggles instantly.
The Murder of Peter Pettigrew: The press stated that Black murdered his childhood friend, Pettigrew, leaving behind nothing but a single finger.
Being Voldemort's Chief Lieutenant: The public believed Black was the Dark Lord's right-hand man and top general during the Wizarding War.
Azkaban Breakout: He was notorious for being the first-ever convict to successfully escape the high-security wizarding prison, making him look incredibly powerful and dangerous.
The Public Bounty
The Ministry issued a massive, public bounty of 10,000 Galleons for any information leading to his capture.
The official posters distributed to both the Wizarding and Muggle authorities (via the 'Muggle Prime Minister') warned that Black was "armed and exceptionally dangerous," instructing the public to contact the Ministry of Magic immediately if he was spotted,
General public was even advised to make the 'survival payment' of buying WhatsApp' listing all its benefits clearly, helping to prevent any loss of life in Owls, and Patronus messages being delayed, causing Diaster!
The Bounty was primarily intended for wizards or bounty hunters willing to track him down to face the Dementor's Kiss!'
"Crass, we can use that fear to our advantage, if published your Whatspp correctly like Ministry," She said, scowling, "And you don't get to talk, Lucifer Greengrass. Not after what you did to me 'these past months."
"What I did to you?"
"Yes, I have come to like eating your faeces more than 'food' itself, I struggle not to suck your toes."
Evelyn was losing control now, giving the way she was beginning to snap at him. Lucifer didn't know if it was the topic of conversation or the fact that they were practically standing in the middle of a Dense oak plantation with no one around for at least a mile, and she could safely unleash her frustration without anyone knowing any better.
"You don't get to hold the high ground here, husband. You manipulated me, promising I would get to 'suck you' off, and I understand your concerns doing it all the hour but… I — I got so desperate that I touched 'myself!"
"What?" Lucifer asked, widening his eyes dramatically, "The esteemed Lady Greengrass touching 'herself? I thought respectable pureblooded witches didn't do that kind of thing."
"They 'don't! But you left me with no choice."
"Personally, I think you're protesting too much. It happened eleven hours ago... You're telling me that you got so horny from having publicly sex with me', and that too under effects of 'Cruciatus' you asked me to use in your lost mind at being rutted on the floor. Now, you couldn't even spend a 'minute without exploding with the need for more?"
Evelyn was growing angrier with every single word that left his mouth.
"But either way," Lucifer said, waving her concerns off, "Good for you, I suppose. You got horny, you took care of it yourself."
"But it didn't work!" She snapped, grabbing the boy's collar, utterly agitated. Now that he noticed it, her eyes looked bloodshot. She hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep last night. Had she not slept at home as well?
"No matter whatever I did, it just didn't work. I couldn't cum. I used my wand, I even conjured some toys. None of that 'worked."
"Maybe you just did it wrong?"
"I 'didn't," Evelyn snapped again with a roll of her green eyes, "No, I know what's going on. You…" she said, her distress now vivid, "You did something to me, Greengrass. I--I just can't 'cum. I've tried for 'hours'. I push myself all the way to the top, but somehow, somehow, I just can't 'cum' at all. And it's driving me 'crazy."
Lucifer blinked. All of that in just 'elevenhours?' Was this because of what happened inside Lecherous Shrine, or the Cruciatus Curse? Or perhaps a weird fusion of both that was making her want to get fucked by him as much as physically possible?
Lady Greengrass was a sixth-level Occlumens, which was probably why she was resisting it to this degree, and her inability to orgasm, thanks to his Orgasm denial perk, was only making things worse.
"Evelyn," Lucifer told her earnestly, "You realise it's been just a few hours, right? And if you're this desperate to have a repeat session already, perhaps it's… you know, 'not' a good idea to do it? The idea is to be able to resist this power, not fall to it."
"I'm 'not falling to it," She corrected with a loud Hmmph, "I just — I just need to scratch this itch. And this is as much a surprise for you as it is for me. Whatever that blasted Shrine of yours did to me, it affected me hard. I just know that if I cum 'once', then things will be better. I'm the sixth-level Occlumens. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
'Of course you do.'
She stared at him for a long moment, eyes blazing, chest heaving and mouth hanging open. Then her hands shot out and began to frantically tug at Lucifer's robes. He was legitimately caught by surprise at how forward she was being. At least the last time, she was trying to hide it behind her need to understand and develop immunity to his "incubus powers."
Now? She was just being a woman desperate to get off.
"What are you doing?" Lucifer asked, grabbing her hands, "This isn't my home, you horny witch! We don't even know... who or what might come around. I'm not having sex with you like a freaking deviant in the middle of this forest."
"Morningstar—" she growled.
"Evelyn, listen to—"
"Just. Make. Me. Cum," Lady Greengrass said, clenching her hands into fists, "Yes, this is why I brought you all the way here. So that you can 'make me cum in a public place..."
She whipped her wand out, and for a moment, Lucifer "feared" she was going to attack him, or force at wand point. Instead, she performed an exceedingly tricky spell that he had only seen two people perform before.
"Cave Inimicum," Evelyn murmured, and crafted a powerful boundary around them. Charm that crafted a boundary in a radius around the caster, keeping others from perceiving what was happening inside, blocking all 'five senses.'
It was one of the most powerful privacy charms out there, enough that Amelia Bones had trusted it to risk having anal sex, her actual first time no less with him, inside a 'DMLE' meeting room, even hymen's turn came in there.
It was a spell Lucifer had still not been able to master yet, despite his raised affinity for Charms. He had a number of privacy and Cloaking charms up his arsenal, but nothing this powerful of Wizards' level.
She put her wand back into her robe, and glared at him. "Any more issues about 'privacy?"
"No, but you'll owe me a favour for this. Private or not, I'm not fond of being coerced like this."
"Fine," she spat, "Now can we get started? Or you need to be Crucio me 'first'. I kinda... sort of enjoyed being tortured by you."
"Alright," Lucifer told her as his face darkened, "Take off your dress."
Evelyn stared at him for a moment. This was damn near the point of no return. She had asked for this. She was horny enough to all but force the boy to fuck her in the middle of a forest in someone else's property like a pair of oversexed, raunchy teenagers exploring sexuality for the first time.
Her expression showed that she loathed being like this, but there was simply no point holding off the inevitable. Her eyes never leaving his, Lady Greengrass began to tug at the shoulder straps of her dress, yanking at them till they were bunched around her arms.
Then, she wiggled her arms from within them leaving those straps hanging at her sides, her snug dress held up solely through the force exerted by her taut breasts.
Lucifer's eyes never left hers through all this, not backing down as she stared back at him. And then woman hooked her fingers on the top of her dress, and his gaze dropped, waiting for the reveal of those bra-clad melons. 'What? If you don't already know I'm a breast guy by now, maybe you haven't been paying enough attention.'
With a firm tug, she pulled the black material down over her prodigious rack, revealing the black racy bra underneath that was barely restraining her jugs. And the best part was that the lacy material of the skimpy garment was partially see-through, giving Lucifer a teasing glimpse of her nipples through the cups.
The areolas were perfectly sized, round and smooth and a dusty pink, the stiff nubs capping each one obscured by the lace. Yes, Lucifer had seen her 'countless times' naked this Summer holidays, there was even a moment.... when he had woken up to find her jumping over his cock, but was too shocked to enjoy the morning beauty before his eyes.
Unburdened by constraints of the snug black dress, her udders wobbled lewdly, as she tugged the dress downwards. Revealing more of her midriff, Lucifer was again left impressed by her taut and firm belly.
Exposing more and more of her smooth, creamy skin, another thrill ran down his spine, as he saw her navel. Lucifer's hungry gaze went up to meet her annoyed eyes, no doubt still blaming him for the situation that had come down to this.
"Well?" He asked, annoyance seeping into the tone. "I thought you wanted to get down to the brass tacks. What's with the strip show?"
Evelyn's scowl worsened, "I'm not giving you a strip show, arsehole. I just care enough... about my robes to safely disrobe without tearing them like a savage."
She gave another sharp tug to get the material past her shapely hips. That revealed her underwear, which was black, matching her bra. What was really surprising was how tiny and thin her thong was. A minuscule, little patch of black material, with thin black straps contrasting against her creamy, smooth skin as they traversed around her hips and behind her, it covered what it needed to, and almost nothing more.
It was scooped so low that it made clear that she had shaved completely bare down there last night. And the hinting glance, Lucifer got through the lace material confirmed that.
He smiled, this would be a nice feast. Better than lunch.
"Well," Evelyn asked, putting her hands up. "What's next?"
She was unamused with, not even a 'thirteen year' Hogwarts boy toying with her like this. Her body was no doubt ready and seeking action like a moth sought flame, and Lucifer was, for better or worse, drawing it out.
She loved that she was forcing him to play it out with her, which made her feel even more guilty.
Lucifer didn't say a word. Instead, he twirled two fingers in the air, silently imploring her to turn. Rolling her eyes, she nonetheless complied, doing a slow twirl, swinging herself around till her back was facing him.
Lady Greengrass's naked arse, and trust me, it's 'beautiful.'
"Damn…" He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. It was really out of this world. Firm, juicy and perfectly formed, with each cheek standing out on her fit form, it was indeed incredible.
Evelyn Greengrass was not a complete package like Amelia, but had an alluring beauty, her arse practically demanded attention, and the mother inside her shuddered, at his hungry gaze.
"Can we move this along?" She demanded, "The spell wouldn't stay on forever, you know."
Lucifer took a step forward. "Take off your bra."
Her lips pursed, and she gave him a withering glare, still annoyed that he was making her do things bit by bit, instead getting down to action. With a deft flick of her fingers, she undid the bra clasp, and the springy flesh of her tits propelled the garment off her shoulders.
Angling her limbs down, she allowed the bra to drop down her arms, falling to the floor. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked back at him, her bare breasts on full display for Lucifer.
"I hate this," she murmured. "I feel like a slut."
Lucifer didn't say a word, and instead took two steps forward, and palmed each of her round tits, hands meeting her boobs in a fleshy slap. She jumped ever so slightly as he made physical contact.
This noble lady might have jumped his cock when be was asleep, and might have been fucked and humiliated to no ends by him, but this was the first time she was standing naked, and that too, voluntarily, in a third-person's property, with nothing save a 'Cloaking charm' to preserve her modesty.
It was a life-changing experience for pure-blood Evelyn Greengrass.
"Fuck," Lucifer sighed, feeling up her tits, her soft flesh pouring between his fingers as he dug into each succulent titty, squeezing more and more firmly, unable to stop playing with them.
Letting his hands roam all over, wanting to feel every square inch of her smooth skin, including running open palm between her breasts like a credit card.
He cupped them from underneath before pressing and squeezing them again. And again. And again.
"Can you get started with the main event already?" she asked, annoyed at Lucifer's attempt at an unnecessary prelude.
"I suppose," he told her. "On your knees."
"What? But why can't you just —"
"This isn't about you, Evelyn. The entire point of this is that I use you in whatever way I want, humiliate you to any extent... I deem necessary. It is not, and never has been about your satisfaction. Unless…." Lucifer arched an eyebrow, "You were being insincere taking me as your husband just for 'sex', and what you truly want is to get fucked by my cock like a horny little slut."
"What?" She asked, scandalised. "No! Not at all. It's all about loving you, and gaining immunity from your incubus powers so I could have peace while you are at school..."
"Well then," Lucifer said, cocking my head, "You shouldn't complain. On your knees."
Evelyn made a bad face, "Why can't you just fuck me directly instead?"
"Because I think it's necessary? Because giving into your demands would only make it worse for you? Or perhaps because… I simply don't want to. Either way, it doesn't matter. Now, on your knees, or I walk away."
"Arsehole," She muttered, and dropped down to her knees. Lady Greengrass fiddled with his belt, and unbuckled it before pulling trousers down, revealing his massive cock.
Lucifer didn't spare a single moment in casting his shirt aside, marvelling at the way she was gazing at his cock, her lips hovering inches away from it, taking in the sheer size of it. Her warm breath tickled against the tip, and she began to drag her soft, warm lips against the tip of his cock.
She wasn't kissing it, or sucking it, but just continued to press her lips to his dick, absolutely absorbed by horniness and need to get fucked by the cock in front of her.
"Does Daphne and Astoria know their mother is such a dirty bitch??"
Lucifer words had the desired reaction, and it snapped her out of her daze, bringing her back to consciousness, a soft moan humming through her lips as they parted, and took the tip into her mouth.
Inch by inch, her warm, wet mouth began coating cock with her saliva.
"Yes!" He hissed. "That's it, slut. Take it! Suck that cock!"
"Mmpphh!" She let out a muffled moan, and began to work more of his shaft into her throat, bobbing her head back and forth. Evelyn kept her eyes fixated on his eyes, taking a little more with every attempt, and eventually the tip hit the back of her throat, causing her to cough and gag, but did not deter her from her illicit sucking.
She twirled her tongue around the tip loudly as she pulled back, never stopping, never wasting a precious second, and gave him a dirty smile, her pearly white teeth blocked out as her lips still pressed against his shaft.
"You have a really nice cock, husband."
"Do you like sucking it?" Lucifer asked her genially, hand slowly caressing the back of her head.
"Obviously," She hummed.
"Good, then I will be doing what you pretend not to love."
And he grabbed her head and made her plunge down it in one go, pushing all the way hard against her throat. Buckling his hips, every trust was more vigorous than the last, sensations sending Lucifer into a frenzy.
Lucifer clamped both hands against the back of her head, holding it in place as he fucked her mouth, each brutal thrust followed by the sound of her gagging and grunting.
Evelyn's eyes watered and tears were dripping out, his size was increasing with age, but the boy kept his ferocious pace, enjoying the feeling of the stately lady servicing his cock.
Not that she wasn't enjoying it too.
Lucifer knew he was hurting her, but could see she was also getting turned on. She was his toy, and despite the facefucking, the pure-blood Slytherin' was twirling her tongue against his shaft every moment she got.
Her fingers frantically rubbing against her clit. Evelyn was breathing heavily, but she matched her man's vigour with her own. And then----
Evelyn Morningstar is trying to cum
Allow? NO!
Lucifer went faster, making sure she was struggling to even breathe between thrusts. She was getting dizzy, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, face now wet with sweat and own spit.
His balls thumped on her chin. Feeling he was about to blow, Lucifer clamped her head, and held mouth against cock in place, and exploded into her.
It filled her mouth, and began to escape out of Evelyn's glossy lips, so he pulled himself out. A thick wad fell on her forehead. Another one covered her cheek, and one shot into her eye.
....A copious amount splattered all over her hair, and whatever was left, Lucifer directed it at her breasts.
Taking a step back and observed his handiwork, "I should get a picture, Amelia Bones would probably love it."
"No," She growled. "This stays between us!"
"Really?" Lucifer asked, arching an eyebrow, "You realise she saw you rubbing my cock, right? And I don't think... it's going to be possible to hide things every time you come over to instruct me in psychomancy."
Evelyn clenched her teeth, "Bones's— she's a rival. Her niece most likely looks up to me. She----"
"Well, if Susan looks up to you, then it only makes it better, isn't it? I fuck her Aunt regularly, and based on our little arrangement, I'll have the better thing going for you... on a weekly basis. Best to clear the air rightway and avoid complications, don't you think?"
Lucifer smiled, "It's not like those wedding oaths we took can't be evaded or anything."
"No," She said darkly. "They can't."
"There it is, problem solved."
"...fine," she said, "But let me approach her myself. Knowing you, you'd paint me as a 'robbing nasty wench' that got enamoured with your dick."
"Really, that's the impression you have for me?" Lucifer gave a low chuckle, "Fine. Let's prove you right. Stand up..."
"...what?"
"I said stand up."
Evelyn complied, rising to her feet, reluctantly moving her face away from his cock. There was no hesitation in her compliance. Not anymore. She was probably too far gone at this point. Standing topless in front of Lucifer, drenched in his cum, drunk with pleasure, her jugs bouncing slightly, she waited for the boy's next order.
"Spin around. Put your hands against the tree trunk."
Evelyn did so.
Lucifer inwardly cackled. This woman was great! Just pure filth, he had stumbled upon something special here. She acted all poise and reserved, so caring to her daughters, a strict 'rule-follower' to the very end, and not at all lacking in pride or conviction.
And yet, it was so clear that she was dying to be taken. Waiting for "someone" to come along who knew how to handle her in the way she needed. A cunning seducer who knew how to appreciate her best features, namely her hot body.
Lucifer was ready to take this bitch now, he wanted to make her scream.
'SMACK!'
"Ah!" She moaned softly, her arse jiggling from the sudden forceful contact. Lucifer appraised her reaction. She didn't flinch or move away, didn't even touch her arse to ease the slight pain. No, Lady Greengrass just moaned softly and pushed her arse towards him even more.
Smiling, he spanked her other cheek.
"Fuh…" She moaned out, her head rolling in pleasure as she leaned forward, pressing against the tree trunk, her body now at right angles, with her plump arse raised at Lucifer's face.
He grabbed her tiny thong and slowly, teasingly, pulled it from the confines of her sexy arse crack, till it emerged, the tiny garment falling down to the forest floor, leaving the proud, haughty woman naked in front of evil little----
Just like he preferred.
Some women loved to submit.
Was that what this feeling was? Was she taking pleasure in submitting to a boy… a young boy who was not even half her age, someone that she easily dwarfed at magical skill, political connections and life experience.
A young boy so mature that he was able to say no to her body, even after she had made a point-blank offer to have sex with him, and let him have her way with her.
His maturity, his determination, his poise and wisdom beyond his years, were all amazing things in themselves. Had Evelyn been a lesser witch, she'd have been seduced by those and becoming this Devil's pet, just like that muggleborn Granger.
And then there was the experience she had suffered inside Lucifer's mind, the sheer humiliation and the 'ecstatic pleasure...' that he had made her feel, and the intensely vulnerable feeling he had wrought had left her shaken.
Even after leaving Lux after that public display, Evelyn had tried to 'forget' the feeling of Morningstar''s cock thrusting deep into her pussy like a machine, showering with a pleasure that had eluded her for all these years, she was alone.
And there was his cock. And his equally cocky personality.
Evelyn Greengrass didn't want to admit it, but she had intended to give him a strip show, if only to see him stare at her beautiful body and act like someone of his age should've.
Seeing him act like a hormonal kid would have been an instant turn-off, and Evelyn would have used it to reinforce the idea that Lucifer Morningstar, incubus Devil or not, was just another 'sex-crazed kid!'
But he hadn't.
Instead he just asked her to hurry up, and get to the point, as if getting to fuck the Lady Greengrass was something akin to paperwork in his mind. Just how did a 'thirteen-year-old gain' that level of confidence in himself?
It was very attractive, and he had worn her out by never giving her an inch as he slowly tore down her defences. And why shouldn't he?
Lucifer was handsome, successful, with too much money to waste, and doted on her daughters to boot, who didn't have a 'father.' Now Evelyn had the boy's name in Family' Tree, besides her own.
Only an idiot would ignore the fact that he was magically powerful, and from what little she had seen, he was also able to demonstrate a masterful level of control over Necromancy, and had a maturity way beyond his years, enough to make---- 'Amelia Bones' to choose him over the Wizarding World.
He was also incredibly fit, and he had a cock that was horrifyingly larger than Cyrus's, so big she had ever seen or heard about. (Only two, Cyrus and Lucifer's, she had seen)
And she was turned into a horny woman that was already conflicted with Daphne', Astoria, and magically confounded by his strange incubus powers. Opening her legs for him was inevitable, and the cocky prick knew it all along.
Fucker!
"You know, I wouldn't have let you 'fuck' my body like that down in club if your.... cock wasn't so perfect," Evelyn said, intending for this to come out with some bite, but instead it came out like a purr. She looked back at him, and found him staring back, eyebrows raised, his hands on her plump arse.
"I never intended to do any extra stuff here either… just straight getting me to cum. That's all I wanted," Evelyn panted out angrily, "Especially after what--'You did. I didn't want to get anywhere near your cock as soon as I saw it."
"Uh-huh."
Arsehole. He wasn't believing her!
"I wouldn't want to get close to it. I didn't want to touch it because it's so… big, and beefy, and hard," The lonely woman said, 'feeling' said hard cock touching her arse cheeks, and Evelyn slowly shook them, just to make it touch her a little more, "What you did to me, I knew that if I touched your cock, I'd end up sucking it, like you made me drink that 'brownish wine..."
"I see. That makes sense."
Lady Greengrass clenched her teeth. He wasn't taking her seriously. She was now his Mrs. She hadn't lied to him. The moment she had seen that thick slab of "man-meat" exposed, she had attacked it with a hunger that surprised her, taking it all the way down to her throat.
She couldn' deny the deep level of satisfaction she felt while performing the act. The only negative was the sheer revulsion she felt, knowing that she was doing this to someone not even "half her age." she repeated.
If anyone ever found out about it, they'd accuse her of being a cradle-molester or something. She, Head of the Department of Magical Transportation, and one of the most well-respected women in the entirety of the Ministry of Magic, shouldn't have been down on her knees, sucking that big dick for so long, but she hadn't been able to stop herself from feasting.
When he had facefucked her now, all she could think about was having more of him. Her pussy was exploding with pleasure, but somehow, she still hadn't been able to come, and despite all the shocks of pleasure shooting through her, Evelyn had been refused an orgasm.
But that didn't mean she had to like it.
For she didn't. Lucifer Morningstar, nee Greengrass was to blame for all of it. Yes, that was it.
"I fucking hate your big, perfect cock, 'Greengrass," she spat out, wiggling her hips more, feeling shivers of pleasure as his cock slid through her arse-cheeks, "Look at what it's making me do. Look at the slutty things this perfect cock is making me do…."
Said cock lodged itself in between her cheeks, and Evelyn felt a rush like she hadn't felt in the last twelve hours.
"Never! I hate it! I am never doing this again!" she snarled at him. A satisfied 'mmm!' rose out of her throat as the bastard pushed his cock further down, and lined it along her folds.
"You're being such a hurtful bitch you know," Lucifer told her, "Here I am, doing you a favour. The least you could do is not hurt my feelings. I only facefucked you earlier to get you better acquainted with my cock before we got down to business."
"Favour my arse!" Anything and everything she but screamed, "All of this is your bloody fault. You held my daughters in both arms."
"Why? Because I told you to enter Lecherous Shrine? The choices are on you, my dear."
"'Don't patronise me, Lucifer Greengrass!" She snapped, looking back at him again. It was an uncomfortable feeling, standing against the tree trunk like that. Why hadn't she just transfigured a bed for them instead? "You know very well what, Oh! Yes! Just like that. Tease my folds a little more."
"Like this?"
"Uh, yes," she moaned, "Just put it a little deeper. If you're going to tease me, do it right, young man!"
"Noted," Lucifer said, and diligently pushed a little further. Evelyn moaned in delight. This pervert was a bastard, but at least he was a conscientious one, and was doing his best under the circumstances. If only he had been a little older and she had been younger by a few years….
No! What was she thinking? She couldn't possibly have entertained something so scandalous even if —
Her lovely daughters wouldn't have been born.
"Say, Madam," Lucifer said, still running his dick along her pussy walls, pushing in just a little, and then pulling it out instantly, leaving her wanting for more, "You really don't hate my dick truly, do you?"
Her face screwed up, she looked back at him again, scowling.
"Of course I do," she told him off, pushing her arse backwards, feeling his cock dig in by an extra inch. Just a little more and she'd be able to contract her walls against it, "I hate it," she pushed a little more. "I hate it so much...."
This time the cock went deeper.
"This would have been so… ahh!"
Deeper.
"I mean, so much deeper, I mean, so much simpler if — if your cock wasn't this amazing! Why couldn't have you been on the other side of average? I hate you and your fucking cock so much!"
Her walls contracted.
"Can we just get to the fucking now?" She demanded. "You're really pushing your luck here, husband of mine."
As if her words had triggered something within him, Lucifer grabbed her arse tighter, squeezing it. Evelyn moaned as pain and pleasure hit her in equal amounts, and felt him shove his cock forward, meeting resistance as he tried to push it all into the depths of her womanhood.
Her pussy was small and snug, like it should be, and it was made for proper, nice, boring, average-sized cocks, not freaking beater bats. But he wasn't backing down, and she was as ready as she was ever gonna be, burning with need and soaked with juices at the feeling of being penetrated.
"Ugh! Fuck!" She groaned, his massive meat which had now enlarged, was too much to bear for her underworked pussy.
It had gotten her far longer to even get adjusted to Lucifer's previous size, after all she had gotten laid after nine years and now.... Boy was healthy, young, growing too well. And dead Cyrus wasn't exactly a pussy-pleaser by any means, and the best she could expect would be two minutes to 'fame' and then done.
Lucifer's on the other hand, it was the largest thing she had ever encountered. But she was slowly taking it like a champ, allowing more of him inside of her. Her walls soon swallowed the entire thing in one go.
"Mmmm…" The newly wed boy grunted, pulling back and thrusting back with extreme vigour. Evelyn yelled and cursed as her entire body shook with his thrusts, and several times she came close to getting hit in the face by the tree trunk.
She really should've cast a Cushioning charm on it, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
"Keep going… keep going," she sighed, her throat tensed up as she adjusted to his size, "All the way!"
Lucifer being the diligent soul he was, gave one unholy thrust, and buried the entirety of his huge dick inside her insanely tight pussy, his torso colliding with her arse.
"Ahhh! FUCK!" Mrs. Greengrass screamed out, feeling filled to the brim with an insane amount of dick in her. Yes, this was what she was missing. This was going to scratch that itch that had plagued her ever since she had left his blasted tower of a house.
She hated that she was forced to resort to this, but she needed it, or she'd go insane. No, what was she saying? She needed it, or else she'd be just that bothered, and it would hinder her attempts to undo whatever magical enthrallment this Devil had done to her.
Her pussy adjusted to its invader, and spasmed around it as it moulded itself around the bone-hard pillar, her cunt almost feeling like it was being reshaped into a new one.
"'OH!" Evelyn let out a guttural groan, feeling the wind taken out of her as she got stuffed with that big cock again. And again. And again.
Lucifer was beginning to work himself to a pretty good pace as they moved past the point of adjustment to 'full-out hardcore fucking.
"Ugh! You're in my womb!"
"Is that deep enough for you?"
"I don't think it could get any deeper," She groaned, her throat feeling parched and tight as he kept pistoning in and out of her, hitting her deeper and harder than her husband had ever done. His torso was colliding with her arse constantly, and her entire body was glistening with perspiration from the intense fuck session she was enduring.
Yes, he was scratching that itch. Yes, she would finally be able to cum.
And then as if she hadn't been humiliated enough, he grabbed her tits and pulled them back, making her scream in pain and ecstasy. Feeling his coarse, Quidditch-playing fingers twist her nipples and maul her breasts and use his momentum to squeeze them tighter and tighter only made her want to squeal in happiness.
Yes! This was a pleasure she had never felt. This was what she had missed all her life!
This… this felt really fucking good!
Her head fell back again as she just took it. It was like there was an untapped well of pleasure inside her, and his cock was hammering closer and closer to that reservoir.
"You like that?"
'SMACK!'
"You like me thrusting into you?"
'SMACK!'
"You like being thrust against that trunk, naked like a Knockturn Alley slut, while I take you from the back?"
'SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!'
"Fuck you! Brat," Evelyn cursed like a howler, "You know the answer!" She dug her nails into the tree bark, as her entire form shook at his vigorous thrusting.
"I want you to admit it out loud."
"Haha! Never!" She laughed. "Ugh! Faster!"
"Unacceptable!" He declared. "I'll make an honest woman out of you, Evelyn. I'll make you scream that you're a whore for my cock."
"Dream on, little boy! Dream on! 'You're just a— Ugh! Fuck that hurts so GOOD!"
And then Lucifer pulled his cock out, and spun her around, and pulled her towards him. Her legs feeling like jelly, Evelyn gasped and fell upon him, hands around his neck as he simply lifted her into the air like she weighed 'nothing.' She barely even had time to take in that fact before he waved his hand over her face, and hit her with a wandless Scourgify, vanishing every bit of cum off her face and mouth faster than she could even perceive, and closed in on her lips and his tongue was practically duelling hers.
She grabbed onto his upper arms, her heart fluttering as she gripped his massive biceps, feeling the muscles ripple underneath, as he thoroughly violated her mouth, her tongue surrendering meekly as his swirled around hers.
Her Ladyiness gasped at the intensity of the kiss, and the sheer abruptness which Lucifer suddenly then cut off, pushing her up by her arse, raising her into the air by the strength of just his hands, like a goddess being worshipped by her god.
Dimly, she recognised that he was still holding her like that without any support, and wondered just how 'strong' he actually was.
And then he let her sweaty body slide down. And impaled right into his mammock cock.
"FUCCCCKKK!" Evelyn yelled as if he had just impaled her with a dagger. It wasn't far off from the truth either, and the only thing she could do was drape her legs around his waist and grab him for dear life, as he grabbed her arse and lifted her up, and then let her fall down.
And again. And again.
His cock was holstered into her completely, and everytime he raised her and dropped her, Evelyn felt like she died just a little only to be reborn again.
This wasn't fucking, wasn't enthrallment, wasn't seduction. This was pain and pleasure of the highest order, something so primal that nothing, no Occlumency, no mental shielding, no emotional dampeners could ever hope to counter.
They were man and woman in the primal sense of term, brought together for the most primal of behaviours.
The need to have pleasure and copulate.
"Ugh! Shit!" Evelyn Greengrass spat out, shaking her head madly, as his cock kept hitting her sweet spot every single time, driving all the way in and forcing itself out, and then back in. It was ecstasy.
It was agony. He had her completely under her control, and there was nothing she could do to dissuade him.
All she could do was scream her lungs out as he kept reshaping her pussy while giving her pleasure she had never imagined possible.
And she had 'yet' to cum.
"Say…" he said, giving no indication of being exhausted. "Are you willing to accept that you are doing this because you love my cock?"
'Who is this boy?' She wondered deliriously, 'How can he fuck so well? How is he holding me like that without any care? This — yes, Lucifer Greengrass isn't a man. He is a demon. An incubus. And I'm his prey. And I'm loving it...."
"Fuck ! You! BEAST!" She screamed, her body tightening up, shaking her head. Her breasts were now wobbling lewdly as he drove his cock into her.
And as if he hadn't already broken every single 'conception' she had about him, he let his hands go off her arse, and grabbed her breasts.
Evelyn widened her eyes as she felt herself slide further and further until the entire cock was lodged into her pussy, and regardless of the pain, the 'first' thing she felt was fear. Fear that she'd fall, and possibly break a bone, and his cock.
But it didn't. For she didn't.
Instead, she just stayed there, held by invisible hands, while Lucifer grabbed her tits and began sucking at them with a childlike glee. It took her a moment to actually realise that he was actually levitating her using magic.
And then she felt herself rise 'up', and grabbed his neck tightly. It wasn't necessary. For his feet were leaving the ground too.
Up and up and up they went. And not once during the entire process did he stop fucking 'her' with his cock, and squeeze and bite into her breasts like a hungry child. Madam Greengrass only held him for dear life, knowing that her clothes and her wand were back on the ground, as well Lucifer's clothes and his wand, and they were at least 'forty feet' above the ground!
Lucifer hadn't even spoken a word.
Hadn't used his wand. And the point had been made.
Evelyn stared slack-jawed at her husband's overt display of magical power. She had all but forgotten the feeling of being skewered over his shaft, and was staring at his face with something like awe.
Especially considering that he wasn't even holding her up with his arms, choosing to maintain both of their levitation states parallelly, without the slightest clue that he was even doing it consciously.
Instead just pinned her with his gaze, as he kept pistoning into her.
This unholy power! Was this power that will finally bring the Dark Lord down in truly? Sixth-level Occlumens and seventh-level Legilimens, Evelyn Greengrass couldn't help but stare at the boy fucking her with a look of "deepest reverence."
Of course it was difficult to even focus on him, what with his cockhead spearing into her constantly, limbs spasming violently, and her entire frame being overloaded with lust.
"Salazar!" She screamed out, lights flashing before her eyes, as she dropped her head on Lucifer's shoulders, wrapping her legs tighter as her pussy was juicing up more and more as he speared into her.
And this time, she fully accepted it.
For the first time, Evelyn realised exactly why Amelia Bones had chosen Lucifer Morningstar's side over safety of the Wizarding World, and even took a day off.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She kept on screaming. "Why's your fucking cock so perfect? Why are you so powerful? Why! My cunt! Never! Same! Oh my! Salazar fuck!"
"Do you want to cum?" Lucifer asked gently, a parent talking to a child.
Did she want to cum? Of course she did. That's what led to this entire thing, "Yes! Make me cum! Fucking make me cum, 'Husband!"
"Then accept it."
"I accept it!" She yelled. "I accept it! I love your fucking cock! I LOVE your fucking cock! Please make me cum!"
"So be it."
The moment he said that, something inside her felt ready to explode, and honestly, she thought she might die. It might be so violent.
"Ugh!" Lucifer groaned, as her nails dug into his arms, entire body shaking as she realised she was about to erupt.
"Just like that! Just like that! Just like that!" She chanted, her body clenching up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Ugh! FUCK!" Greengrass screamed at the top of her lungs, her body trying to shake his cock off violently, an impossible scenario given how it was speared into her, and she could feel the inexorable force of gravity pulling her down upon the tip, as he kept plunging deeper and deeper into her with every thrust.
"Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Lucif---Luciferrr! Luc! UGHHH! Salazar, help my daughters!"
Her pussy flexed lewdly, a gush of her broiling sex juices squirted out of her cunt violently, arching through the air, and dripping down like rain upon the forest floor. She kept screaming as her pussy kept squirting, like it was trying to make up for all the times it had failed to deliver, like it was determined to unleash all the orgasms she had fingered herself up to, but never ended up gaining, all at once.
"AHHH! SHIT! OH! MY! THIS IS SO GOOD! Lucifer! THIS IS! SO! Gooood!"
She kept gushing like a fountain, sprinkling her cum down towards the earth. Lucifer pulled his cock out of her, and more juices erupted out of her, sliding down her folds. Without thinking, Evelyn released her hold on his waist, and let her legs go free, and for a second, she feared she'd fall down to her death, but nothing happened.
Not a single flicker, not the slightest tremor in the power of the spell, nothing. It was like they were standing on an invisible platform, merrily disobeying the power of gravity as it held both of them up without the slightest care in the world.
She was wrong. Power like this deserved to have its own side.
Albus Dumbledore had his.
The Dark Lord had his.
And so would Lucifer Greengrass, Incubus Lord.
"Huh," Lucifer said, with his expression kinda languid, "That was some orgasm. Clearly you've been pent for quite a while..."
"Cl— clearly," She panted. What was surprising was that despite her legs feeling like someone had vanished all her bones, Evelyn didn't feel the slightest amount of weakness, standing like that.
Magic. Her boy's magic was the likely culprit.
"Wow," She said out loud. "How, how are you this powerful, Darling?"
He just gave her a wolfish grin.
"Fine," She said, "Don't tell me. But I have another quandary. The other girls you spend time with — Bones, that 'Demonic woman, Granger,' are you like this with them too?"
"Yes, though not every woman I'm with can bear it."
"Can you do it again?"
He raised both brows.
"Well…." Lady Greengrass began, still catching her breath, as she spread her legs further, "I mean, you're quite good. Maybe one of the best. But I wonder if that's because of skill, or just some fluke...."
"You're still in denial, huh?"
"Not denial," she said quickly. "I just don't trust in flukes. And you are, forgive me, a 'walking-talking fluke."
More staring, Evelyn flushed. "It's like this. You survived the Killing curse. You defeated the Dark Lord twice. All those exploits of yours at Hogwarts, especially the one with the Basilisk. How dirty I have become... None of them really have even any scientific 'reasons behind them'. So I'm inclined to believe that you're either very gifted or just plain lucky. I intend to find which is which."
Lucifer looked amused to all bounds, "And how do you plan to do that?"
"Well…" Evelyn said, biting her lip, "If you can give me orgasm again, then we'll know that it isn't just sheer dumb luck but actual skill..."
Then Matriarch scowled at her pathetic 'self-justification' she was doing in order to ask for a round two of mind-bending sex, and by the looks of it, Lucifer wasn't going to call her out on it. Like she said before. Very conscientious.
"Well, a second round of experimentation never hurt anyone," Lucifer said, in response cocking his head, "So long as it is in the name of magic' and science…."
Evelyn Greengrass draped herself over him, and climbed on his waist and grabbed his neck. And then he began to levitate down towards the ground.
Round Two awaited.
xxxxxxx
"And the vampire? Why has there been no news lately?"
Mera smiled faintly.
"The 'French Ministry' dispatched two vampire clans to hunt it. Without the advantage of infecting others, its strength is greatly diminished. It has not been captured yet, but it is effectively contained."
Diablo blinked in surprise. The 'FrenchMinistry' was more clever than he had expected. Let heroes deal with heroes. Let monsters fight monsters, "Secure that vampire if possible. I am rather interested in it."
He stretched lazily, his joints cracking audibly, "Also, bring me the list of families who placed bounties on our Lord. I have 'delayed' long enough."
"Don't order me around."
She snorted.
xxxxxxx
Diablo boarded a 'human flight' bound for Sicily, "It is here. No mistake."
Multicolored currents of magic flowed invisibly through the air. Before him lay nothing but marshland and wilderness, yet he was certain he had found the right place.
He began by erecting a wide Anti Apparition barrier, ensuring no one could escape the region. Then his fingers glowed gold at the tip. He slashed forward sharply through empty space.
The air tore apart like fabric. An alarm bell rang out as the illusion shattered. Reality revealed itself.
Two Gothic castles stood before him.
'Crack. Crack. Crack.'
Several figures Apparated in quick succession. The moment they saw Diablo, 'the Silent killer, two of them visibly stiffened before 'forcing' composure.
"Drop the act," The Primordial Black Noir said lightly, having noticed the flicker of recognition, "The Lombardi family, correct? You should know why I am here."
"Demon, you are too arrogant!"
A middle aged wizard snarled openly.
"You think a mere beast can challenge us?"
"Fortunately, I carry a human translation device, I understand your language... Italian," Diablo replied calmly, "Otherwise I might have missed that insult."
He placed both palms against the ground without further preamble.
"Shadow Rift."
Thirty seconds later, not a single person remained standing. Everyone except the Primordial lay on the ground, sleeping peacefully. Shadow power carried 'hell fire' within it. If he had wished, they would already be corpses cooling in the marsh.
But the dead were worthless. The living made excellent experimental material. Diablo had his uses for them. After investing seven to eight thousand hours into 'fleshmagic,' he had gained considerable insight. What he lacked now was practice.
Experience..... Thick violet mist poured from his wand, seeping into the Castle walls. Soon, screams echoed from within.
He strolled calmly through the poisonous haze, retrieving those who had attempted to hide. Twelve in total. According to Mera's intelligence, the 'Lombardi' family had fifteen members. The remaining three?
Diablo could not be bothered to wait. He left at once for the next family, Sometimes, living was far more painful than dying. Especially when they did not even know who was delivering judgment.
In two days, he moved across several countries, systematically dealing with every family involved in the original bounty against 'their Lord Lucifer.'
When it was done, he returned to Hell's bound without a whisper, leaving chaos behind.
In a world where the Wizarding population was so sparse, the death of one or two wizards could make headlines. This time, entire ancient 'pure-blood families' vanished in succession. The European wizarding community was shaken to its core.
Under the leadership of the surviving relatives, investigations raged wildly.
Several families possessed enchanted genealogical charts that could determine whether members were alive or dead. The charts confirmed they were not dead. But their location remained unknown.
Curse breakers attempted to reconstruct the scenes. Every effort failed. The 'FrenchMinistry' even deployed a Time Turner, sending agents back to the moments of the crimes. At each scene, however, the Time Turner malfunctioned as though disrupted.
Attempting to approach from 'further' away resulted in resistance. Forcing entry risked becoming completely lost in temporal distortion. After exhaustive efforts, they did not even know whether the perpetrator was a single individual or an organized force.
Diablo had anticipated everything, he cleaned his trail meticulously. Interfering with a Time Turner was simple. Before leaving, he layered several interference Zafkiel's spells with Kurumi across the site.
The only person likely to suspect him was the original instigator who had urged the 'families' to place the bounty, and coordinated it.
Diablo wanted that inferior being to know, he wanted to see whether they would reveal themselves in 'dread.' or even able to live with knowing what he had done.
There was another incident that amused both Lucifer for quite some time. Unable to find a culprit, several Ministries began suspecting poor old wizards' 'Grindelwald?!
They even sent officials to Nurmengard to interrogate him. Gellert Grindelwald had promptly beaten them senseless, altered their memories, and thrown them out.
"You cause trouble, and I take the blame, Devil!"
Grindelwald was both furious and laughing. Technically, the Ministries were not entirely wrong, Lucifer and he shared a rather significant connection. But this particular affair had nothing to do with him....!
If those families had not foolishly 'provoked' this being, none of this would have happened.
"Old Gellert, who told you to leave such a massive psychological scar on them?" Lucifer laughed, collapsing back against the sofa in his prison, "When something goes wrong, suspecting you first seems perfectly reasonable. You are the 'Dark Lord', after all. If you were a good person like me, no one would think you were the culprit."
Grindelwald's eyes widened in disbelief. Was there no justice left in the world? That Devil was rotten to the core. On what basis was he considered good? 'Clearly blind', he thought bitterly. But he only dared grumble internally.
Saying it aloud would surely provoke both Lucifer. Instead, he redirected his fury, "I memorized every face that came yesterday. Every single one. When I walk free, they will repay me a hundredfold...."
After the laughter subsided, Lucifer grew thoughtful, "We should remind Rosier. Your old followers may be under increased surveillance..."
"Very possible," Grindelwald agreed. Just as he prepared to leave the space, Gellert's expression shifted abruptly.
"What is it?"
"Albus... 'is here."
.......
At the highest level of Nurmengard's tower, inside a cramped cell, two wizards who had once shaken the world at the Dawn of the Century sat across a pitifully small table.
Neither spoke at first.
Silence hung between them.
Grindelwald appeared once more as the aged and weary prisoner. Even Dumbledore could discern nothing amiss. If anything, the food here seemed decent.
Grindelwald's complexion carried a faint flush, "Incredible," he said at last, his tone lazy and edged with mockery, "I never imagined you would return here after the day you sent me in. Is this about the disappearances?"
Dumbledore shook his head, then nodded faintly, "I had intended to visit you some time ago, but other matters delayed me... This provides an opportunity. I can also confirm whether you are connected to the recent incidents."
After Hagrid mentioned that Lucifer could wield 'Fiendfyre,' Dumbledore had intended to come. Then the holidays arrived, followed by trouble caused by Sirius Black. If not for the 'International Confederation' requesting his involvement in this investigation, the visit might have been delayed even longer.
"Hmm..."
Grindelwald smiled faintly at the empty table.
Dumbledore had come to visit an old acquaintance and brought nothing. No food. No gifts. Even that troublesome Devil showed more courtesy. Since their agreement two years ago, he had always been given exquisite 'food', drink, and daily necessities.
"Albus," Grindelwald said as he rose slowly and shuffled back toward his freshly arranged straw bedding, adjusting it with visible discomfort, "you know me well enough. If I had been responsible for those disappearances, would there be any relatives left alive to investigate?"
Strangely enough, ever since he sold his own 'Soul', Grindelwald had not slept on straw once. Now, lying upon it again felt unbearably uncomfortable. He shifted awkwardly, unable to find a proper position.
Dumbledore frowned.
"Gellert, I had thought that after so many years you might have changed. Yet you remain as extreme as ever. Is there truly not a trace of remorse within you?"
"Remorse? Of course I have regrets!"
Grindelwald suddenly sat upright. The murkiness vanished from his mismatched eyes. They gleamed like those of an aging tiger baring its final ferocity, "My greatest regret is that I was too hesitant back then. I should have killed Scamander and prevented him from 'stealing the Blood Pact!"
"If not for your interference, far fewer wizards would have died in that war. They would have joined me in abolishing the 'Statute of Secrecy.' We would have succeeded!"
"Gellert..." Dumbledore opened his mouth, but the words dissolved into a weary sigh, "You have not changed."
"Why should I?" Grindelwald snorted coldly, "Everything I did was for wizardkind. My failure was a matter of inferior skill and flawed execution, not flawed ideology."
"There is little point in debating that now." By this point, Dumbledore was certain the recent disappearances had nothing to do with Grindelwald.
As Gellert himself had said, he never left loose ends. If he were responsible, there would be no "surviving relatives" to search for answers.
"Whatever your convictions, this tower will remain your home, Gellert. Perhaps when I retire, I will return and keep you company."
A gentle emotional note preceded his true purpose, "I have encountered a difficulty. I require your insight."
"A difficulty?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. That man's movements were hardly hidden from him. What trouble could he possibly be facing?
"How much do you know about Horcruxes?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
He did not waste time asking whether Grindelwald had heard of them. For any Dark wizard of stature, that was a meaningless question.
"Oh?" A knowing smirk curved Gellert's lips, "Planning to make one yourself? Perhaps you should. Otherwise, you may die of old age before I do, and then who would remain to oppose me? Would you like some advice? I can share a technique or two... It ensures the severed soul fragments do not erode one's sanity."
Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, "So you have experience... Tell me, then. In your opinion, how many Horcruxes can one person create?"
"That is a difficult question."
Grindelwald began pacing the cramped cell, brow furrowed as though pondering deeply. In truth, he had not even discussed this very matter with Lucifer for reasons.
"A Horcrux requires severing the soul and anchoring a fragment to an object... That fragment becomes a tether to the world, granting a form of immortality. But anchors are not something one desires in abundance. Imagine being pulled in all directions at once..... Could you still move freely? Too many 'Horcruxes' would inevitably damage the soul. Few would attempt such recklessness...."
"I once read a Dark Arts journal describing a 'fifteenth' century wizard who crafted three Horcruxes. He soon descended into madness, destroyed his own body, and only after all three were destroyed did his soul finally dissipate."
Dumbledore's brow tightened. Three? Voldemort's genius defied conventional limits. He knew he must prepare for the worst, could not afford optimism, "If one disregards those consequences, how many might be possible?"
"Three and seven are numbers steeped in magic," Grindelwald replied thoughtfully, "Nine is intriguing as well...."
He stepped closer, resting a hand lightly upon Dumbledore's shoulder.
"Why not experiment? Select a few criminals who are hardly innocent. Use their 'wicked souls' to advance your noble cause. You would resolve your uncertainty and transform refuse into something meaningful. A tidy solution."
"Every life holds value," Dumbledore said calmly, brushing aside the temptation, "I do not possess the authority to decide their fate."
He inclined his head slightly, "Thank you, Gellert. I shall visit again."
Grindelwald waved dismissively, "Next time, bring food. Consider it repayment."
Albus Dumbledore lowered his crooked nose awkwardly, feeling somewhat down, "My apologies. I was pressed for time. This Christmas, I shall bring a proper feast."
Often, the 'first' step is the hardest.
When he imprisoned Grindelwald, Dumbledore had intended for them never to meet again. Now that he had crossed that boundary once more, crossing it again seemed less daunting. Leaving the tower, he withdrew a diary. Most of its secrets had already been uncovered. At this stage, Voldemort likely had not yet conceived the idea of creating multiple 'Horcruxes.'
Conjecture was all that remained, but Dumbledore found himself inclined toward Grindelwald's reasoning.
Voldemort valued ritual. Symbolism. Structure.
"Tom, farewell," Dumbledore wrote with a touch of magic even though it couldn't respond back. With a flick of his wrist, he cast the original Horcrux Diary aside, and received a rogue 'free-elf' named Dobby, who was now self employed at Hogwarts. It ignited midair and crumbled to ash.
High above, at the narrow window of his cell, Grindelwald watched as Headmaster's figure receded into the distance, "Christmas?" he murmured softly, "Too far away, Albus. I do not intend to 'wait that long."
xxxxxx
Back in the bedroom, Daphne flopped onto the bed, wiping nonexistent sweat from her brow, "I thought I was going to die."
"What was there to fear?" Lucifer pinched her soft cheek, "Lady Treyni is very kind to girls, she was simply concerned. The more she knows, the easier it will be to help Astoria completely... Rest today. Tomorrow I'll take you to the 'Church of Holy Saints' After that, though, I can only accompany you for half the day."
If Lucifer continued idling without lifting a finger, Nicolas might genuinely lose patience. From now on, he would spend most of his time in the laboratory once more.
The two sisters nodded obediently. If he had no time during the day, then nights would suffice. As long as he was there when they slept, they considered it a fair trade.
As usual, he demonstrated the operation of several commonly used alchemical devices within the manor. He summoned a 'houseelf' to guide them around the castle, then headed straight for the laboratory.
Nicolas was already waiting. One corner of the room was stacked high with finished copies of "WhatsApp."
"Professor," Lucifer said, sidling over with an ingratiating smile, "How many have you completed?"
Nicolas snorted, "Four thousand. But you nearly exhausted the materials provided. Do you even have more?"
"Yes, my girlfriend Aoyuki collected a great many 'Whomping Willow' branches and leaves. At the previous rate, another ten thousand copies should not be a problem..."
"Good. If you cannot finish those ten thousand, you are not returning to school. Even Dumbledore will not take you back. I guarantee it."
Having delivered his imposing declaration, Nicolas drifted leisurely from the room. A month of exhaustion had earned him the right to let the boy taste the same suffering.
But Nicolas miscalculated one thing.
While his alchemical mastery surpassed Lucifer's, the boy's physical stamina, energy, wives, children, 'far' exceeded his own. Given equal time, Lucifer's efficiency would inevitably be higher.
In a single afternoon, he produced over fifty thousand sheets of specialized paper. At one hundred pages per book, that meant 'five' hundred copies already prepared. The covers were even simpler. Inscribing a single identity code took less than ten seconds.
On average, 'five hours' yielded five hundred books. And yet Lucifer was dissatisfied. Even limiting the scope to Europe, there were hundreds of thousands of wizards. If merely one in three chose to purchase "WhatsApp," tens of thousands of copies would be required.
That did not even account for future upgrades. Manual production was not sustainable, he had to break free from the conventional boundaries of alchemy and create a fully automated assembly line. He presented the idea to Nicolas that evening after dinner.
To his surprise, Nicolas had been considering something similar.
"Ordinary machinery will not suffice," Nicolas said thoughtfully. "The difficulty with alchemical automatons lies in the inconsistent quality of Acromantula venom. Each batch of paper must adjust quantities accordingly.... The 'identity code' relies upon a magical sigil you created. Even I can only replicate it mechanically. Embedding it into an automaton would be extraordinarily complex. The magical output would be too rigid. Awakening the artifact requires not mere energy, but the emotional resonance of a wizard."
He tapped the table lightly, "Pure magical power and magical power infused with will and emotion are entirely different. The 'former' is raw fuel. The latter can perform miracles."
Lucifer retrieved his latest research.
It concerned 'flesh' magic. Unlike ordinary magical energy, this form of power was far more active, closely resembling the state of magic during actual spellcasting. Nicolas flipped through the pages once, then stared at the boy as though he had seen a ghost.
Such concepts could not arise from idle speculation. They required extensive experimentation, a deep understanding of flesh, mind, even soul. What exactly had Lucifer studied at Hogwarts? Where had he found so much material?
"You misunderstand," Lucifer said quickly. "I have not begun experimenting. This is the legacy of a powerful mage. Many of the theories differ drastically from modern magic. Once I organize it fully, I will provide you a copy...."
Nicolas finally relaxed, "Lucifer... You are still 'young'. Your hands must not be stained with excessive blood. These matters run deep."
The boy nodded obediently.
Nicolas then added calmly, "Of course, I have lived long enough to handle such waters. Finish organizing it quickly. I will review everything."
Lucifer blinked. Of course, this was a man who had survived the Middle Ages, the Black Death, and even the witch hunts! Human lives weighed little in his ledger.
In truth, Nicolas's concern stemmed less from morality than from timing. Lucifer's temperament was still forming. Later, when he matured, Nicolas would likely not intervene.
He was neither Dumbledore, forever fretting over others, nor Grindelwald, driven by grand ambition, Nicolas cared only for alchemy. Lives were numbers, variables.
Two days later, once Lucifer compiled everything he safely could, Nicolas became completely absorbed.
The hoy had no time to supervise him. Until he devised his "nuclear powered Orc Lord, and Majins,' he would have to labor personally. On productive days, he completed five hundred copies. On lazier ones, three hundred sufficed before rest claimed him.
Stockpiles gradually accumulated and were distributed. 'Britain, France, and Germany' received the largest shipments. These were the initial regions targeted for bank card promotion. Lucifer intended to advance both systems simultaneously.
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"Madam," Lucifer greeted with an easy smile.
Mrs. Greengrass returned it warmly and gestured for the house elves to begin serving, "I have something for you," she added, "It arrived today."
Lucifer opened the package, his eyebrows rose, "A Firebolt?"
"Yes, Our family invested in the Firebolt workshop. Once production began, I set one aside for you, it needs a bit of touch up, will be completed about time Quidditch season starts Something to 'enjoy' in your spare time...."
Lucifer realized, with faint amusement, he now held the newest model of each years into his hands.
Lucius Malfoy had gifted him a Nimbus 2001. And now, freshly delivered to his hands, a 'Firebolt.'
In shops, Firebolts toy models were never displayed with a price tag. Even the cost of premium users was negotiated in private, typically between 'four' and 'six' thousand Galleons. If you were willing to wait, it leaned toward the lower end. If you wanted it urgently, you paid more to get a beta seat. Even indulgent Lucius would not purchase one for Draco.
For Lucifer, however, the gift was simply accepted. Between him and the Greengrass family, price was irrelevant. It was merely a toy.
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Diagon Alley, Lucifer accompanied his wife, Mrs. Evelyn Greengrass into a modest shop not far from Ollivanders.
The store had opened the previous year. It sold miscellaneous items and a selection of alchemical tools he had supplied. Business had been mediocre. Wizards were not particularly enthusiastic about combat oriented alchemical devices, especially when the prices were steep.
"Madam," the lone shop assistant greeted politely upon seeing Mrs. Greengrass who surveyed the interior, then issued a calm instruction.
"Remove all current stock. New goods will arrive tomorrow."
The assistant blinked in surprise but immediately complied. A diligent employee knew better than to question such orders. As long as the shop remained open, 'fewer' customers simply meant a quieter shift.
"Is the space sufficient?" Evelyn asked her darling husband softly.
Lucifer nodded casually, "A single sales window will do. We may need additional staff at the start. Temporary workers should suffice. Is the advertisement arranged?"
"The 'Daily Prophet' has secured the page. I will visit an old acquaintance shortly. As for staff, perhaps permanent hires would be wiser?"
"Let us observe demand first," Lucifer replied with a moment's notice, "This is not a fast moving consumable. The initial rush will be heavy. After that, purchasing frequency will decline..."
They did not lower their voices. The no named assistant listened with growing confusion. Both the Madam and this handsome young man spoke as though the new product would sell explosively. Where did their confidence come from?
After inspecting the shop, Mrs. Greengrass simply headed to the Ministry for 'reasons', Lucifer turned instead toward Gringotts. When he presented the agreed upon equipment and bank cards, the goblin manager's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"This... this is impossible."
Lucifer leaned back, propping his feet on the desk, "Thirty thousand cards. Is that truly so difficult, Raphael? Payment, please."
The goblin's name had amused Lucifer when he first learned it. A goblin named after an Archangel?
Raphael dabbed sweat from his brow.
"Mr. Morningstar, are you certain there are no defects?"
If Lucifer failed to deliver, profit split would change. But if he succeeded, the goblins would pay more per unit. Three Sickles extra per card. Five Galleons extra per machine. Individually minor. Collectively catastrophic.
Hundreds of thousands of Galleons.
"I guarantee no card will malfunction," Lucifer replied lightly, "If anyone tampers with them, I will know. Care to test that theory?"
Raphael forced a strained smile.
"Surely you jest. We would never..."
Moments earlier, he had indeed contemplated sabotage but now was not the time for open hostility. Decisions of that magnitude exceeded a regional manager's authority.
He surrendered and paid. As agreed, prices rose by five percent. Fifteen Sickles for two cards. Fifteen Galleons per machine. In total, Lucifer walked away with over 'fortythree thousand' Galleons.
After material costs, nearly forty thousand remained. Cost price? Of course it was cost price. If one did not calculate profit margins at several dozen times over, how could it be called cost?
Leaving Gringotts after finalizing both the card system and "WhatsApp" cooperation, Lucifer headed toward 'Florean Fortescue'sIce Cream Parlour' to bring Daphne and Astoria some desserts.
Florean, a devoted scholar of magical history, had excelled in the subject despite Professor Binns's soporific lectures. After Evelyn published "Chronicles of the Wizarding World," Florean had frequently written to her, even offering valuable insights.
....Lucifer, as one that Lady's child, fully intended to leverage that scholarly goodwill into a few complimentary scoops. As September approached, Diagon Alley bustled with students preparing for the new term. Along the way, he encountered numerous classmates.
Slytherins greeted him warmly, whether sincerely or strategically. Students from the other houses offered distant nods, the constant exchanges slowed him considerably.
By the time Lucifer reached the ice cream shop, before he could greet 'Florean' seated beneath a parasol, an excited voice called out behind him.
"Lucifer?"
He turned.
Harry Potter of all people stood there, accompanied by his owl, Hedwig.
........
Lucifer sat elegantly, nursing a glass of 'blood-red' Unicorn's Dream, while Harry was digs into a massive Chyrup sundae.
Leaning back, his eyes glittered with amusement, "So, let me get this straight, Harry. You turned your aunt into a human dirigible because she insulted 'your father, James Potter?"
Harry blushing, looked down at his ice cream, "Well, I didn't mean to. I just lost my temper. My magic kind of... exploded. She started swelling up, her buttons popped, and she just floated out the kitchen window into the garden.."
Lucifer bursted out into delighted laughter, "Fascinating! Pure, unadulterated desire manifests as accidental aviation... And what did the Dursleys do? Surely they locked you in some dreary dungeon?"
"No, I ran away. I thought I was going to be expelled from Hogwarts or arrested. Underage magic is strictly forbidden. I took the Knight Bus and ended up at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Ah, running from the law. A classic choice. And then?"
"Then the 'Minister of Magic' himself, Cornelius Fudge, was waiting for me."
Raising an eyebrow, Lucifer thought he heard wrong, "The Minister? Personally waiting for a runaway teenager who just weaponized a relative? Let me guess, he threw the 'law books at you."
"Not exactly. He told me it was just an accident. He had already sent obliviators to puncture Aunt Marge and wipe her memory.... Then he told me I was staying at the Leaky Cauldron for rest of the summer, and he literally handed me my school books. That man just wanted me to promise not to go wandering into Muggle London."
Lucifer now stared at Harry's scarhead, completely bewildered, "Wait. Pause. You broke the decree for 'Underage wizardry', inflated a civilian, fled the scene, and the Prime Minister of magic... personally acted as your concierge and delivery boy?"
Harry shrugged awkwardly, feeling as if it was as exaggerated as his Gryffindor mate said, "Yeah. He was surprisingly nice about it. Haha..."
However, the boy sitting across from him, Lucifer almost had an epiphany while he licked the spoon clean, "Unbelievable. Harry, my friend, you don't just have luck.... You possess a terrifying, cosmic 'plotarmor'. The sheer gravitational pull of your protagonist's aura is staggering! Anyone else would be scrubbing cauldrons in Azkaban, but you get free lodging and complimentary school shopping..."
"No, no, I think he was just worried about Sirius Black being on the loose."
"Oh, please. Enjoy the hero luck while it lasts, Chosen One. Next time you blow up a relative, let me know. I'll bring the popcorn..."
Lucifer stood up, and just before parting, he said casually, "My shop reopens the day after tomorrow. If you're free, come have a look."
"Your shop?" Harry asked. "What are you selling?" He had already decided he would buy something. Anything.
"You'll see in the paper tomorrow."
With that, Lucifer tossed a pinch of special 'Floo powder' into the fireplace and vanished in green flames, returning to Greengrass Manor.
"He does enjoy mystery. Still in school and already running a business."
Harry muttered alone.
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