HP: Embrace the Darkness

A rich green light shot towards Lucius.

No one expected that Voldemort would cast the Killing Curse at the first strike, and no one could react.

Including Lucius himself.

"Owner!"

Lucius' pupils suddenly dilated, and his light-colored pupils reflected a creepy green.

The killing curse is getting closer and closer.

"Whoosh-"

The green light flew at an extremely fast speed, bringing with it a sharp wind and a murderous aura along the way. By the time Lucius realized he needed to hide, it was already too late.

The light-colored pupils were completely filled with green light. The killing curse was so close that there was no escape.

Lucius' face was suddenly filled with despair. He was so disheartened that he didn't even have the strength to raise his wand to fight back. He closed his eyes weakly.

The next second, he was engulfed in green light.

The ominous green light surged violently in the conference hall, and the power of death weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

It was okay if they were far away, but those Death Eaters who were close felt the murderous intent brought by Voldemort almost personally, and the nerves in their brains were tense uncontrollably, like overused guitar strings that were still desperately taut, and would break if they were tightened a little more.

But the Death Eater who was closest to Lucius and sitting next to him seemed to feel nothing. He pointed at Lucius in amazement and stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"It-it blocked it."

The conference room was silent as everyone heard these confusing words.

They all looked at Voldemort's expression at the same time, then looked back at Lucius in silence.

The light of the killing curse dissipated.

In full view of everyone, Lucius, who was hit by the Killing Curse, sat upright in his seat, holding his chest with lingering fear, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving back and forth, even because of fear and surging adrenaline, the frequency and amplitude of the heaving were greater than theirs.

No one could be mistaken - Lucius was still alive after being cursed.

The reason he survived was...

The Death Eaters stared at Lucius's chest, which was glowing blue, with burning eyes, making Lucius feel uncomfortable, but he did not speak rashly.

Who knows how long this thing can protect him? With so many people, one killing curse from each of them would be enough to kill a hundred or eighty of him.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and raised the wand between his fingertips again. He felt the familiar magical fluctuations in the blue light. The traitor was Lucius, and he did not kill the wrong person.

Lucius also took out his wand. The blue light from his wand had already blocked one killing curse. He didn't dare to bet whether the remaining energy could block the second one.

"What are you daydreaming about! Malfoy is a traitor, kill him." Voldemort said coldly.

The Death Eaters finally came to their senses from their surprise and raised their wands, pointing them at Lucius.

Snape also raised his wand, and the worry in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

He and Lucius had known each other for many years and they were friends with whom he could talk to each other. Now he had to watch Lucius die, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, the only blue light left on Lucius' body shattered with a "bang", and the falling light spots slowly condensed into a translucent man.

All the Death Eaters present knew this man.

Ases looked around, his eyes not stopping on anyone.

Finally, his eyes rested on Voldemort's pale face and he smiled politely.

"I seem to have come at a bad time?"

Voldemort frowned and mobilized his magic cautiously.

He felt a familiar breath and a faint pressure from this phantom.

"Malfoy is your man?"

Aces raised his hand and placed it on Lucius' shoulder. A thin light was withdrawn from his body, protecting Lucius. "Whatever you say, it's actually correct."

Voldemort glanced at his subordinates calmly and asked unexpectedly: "Is it just him?"

Ases smiled but said nothing.

Cheating him?

Voldemort wasn't good enough.

Athis did not reveal any flaws, and Voldemort was not disappointed. Athis was definitely not a pushover, as he was able to reach the top of the British wizarding world in such a short period of time. What he had just done was just an attempt that was better than nothing. If it worked, it would be no loss, and if it didn't, it didn't matter.

Besides, he is more concerned about Ases's condition now.

With such lively eyes, this shadow looks so much like a Horcrux.

But how could a Horcrux exist in a human body?

Voldemort's eyes flickered with interest, and he looked at Athis curiously.

"Is this your soul? You cut your soul off for a Malfoy?"

Snape's heart suddenly tightened, his thin lips unconsciously pressed into a cold and hard straight line, and his breathing became heavier.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Ases now, and no one noticed his abnormality.

But even if someone saw it, they wouldn't think it was a big deal because they were also equally shocked and frightened.

All wizards understand the importance of the soul. Soul magic is a taboo in the wizarding world. No one would joke about their own soul, let alone cutting it.

If Ases really did harm his own soul, he would definitely be a madman.

Ases glanced at everyone, taking in their looks of fear, thought, or astonishment, without any ripple in his heart, and shook his head to deny it.

"You're wrong. This is not my soul, but it is indeed a soul. Tom, take a closer look. Can't you really recognize whose soul this is?"

"how dare you!"

Voldemort's guess was confirmed, and anger instantly surged in his heart. Veins popped out on his pale snake face, and terrifying murderous aura burst out from him, driving a huge magical pressure directly towards Athis.

The crystal chandelier on the conference room's ceiling couldn't bear the weight and exploded on the spot, sending crystal fragments flying everywhere, with the Death Eaters under the chandelier being the first to be hit.

Aces slowly raised his eyes, and an invisible barrier blocked the fragments and shook them away.

"You want to do this to yourself?"

Voldemort's anger suddenly stopped.

His soul was incomplete to begin with. If he hurt the soul in front of him, he would have to live with a broken soul for the rest of his life.

This was an insult to the proud Voldemort, so he forcibly withdrew his magic power and stared at Athis, but he didn't know where to start.

Athis didn't intend to push Voldemort too far.

This is not his soul, and it is difficult to control. He is not here, so if he really fights with Voldemort, Lucius will definitely suffer.

Thinking of this, Asis gave Lucius a look, and Lucius understood and came out to smooth things over.

"……Owner."

The way he addressed her over the years had become a habit, and he subconsciously did not change it.

Realizing this, he paused, but still did not change his words. He once really believed that Voldemort could lead them, the Malfoys, to new heights, and he really surrendered to Voldemort. Unfortunately, Voldemort was too crazy and lost his mind in the end.

“Master, I just want to survive with Cissy.” Lucius whispered, looking into Voldemort’s eyes without fear for the first time. “Please let us go.”

Aces spoke at the right time, "Tom, your soul is of no use to me. I only want the lives of Lucius and Narcissa. Either you let them go, or I will blow up their souls and take them away by force."

He could still use the energy of the soul explosion to take away two people, but Lucius and Narcissa would inevitably suffer some harm. It would be best if it could be resolved peacefully, but if it couldn't be resolved, don't blame him.

Voldemort fell into a long silence.

The air gradually solidified in his silence.

"it is good."

Voldemort closed his eyes and no longer looked at Lucius.

"You'll have a minute to leave, Lucius."

Lucius stood up, suddenly remembered something, and looked at Athis. Athis nodded and sat down in his place. Lucius no longer hesitated and ignored the elegance of a pure-blood, and ran out desperately.

Just as he was about to run out the door, Voldemort's cold voice sounded again.

"Avada eats big melon--"

As if he had expected this, Athis appeared in front of Lucius in a flash, raised his left hand to block the killing curse, and his already translucent figure faded in an instant.

After two killing curses, the soul is on the verge of destruction.

Voldemort didn't expect him to run so fast and failed to stop him, and his face suddenly darkened.

Athis's eyes quickly swept over Snape, and he gently curled his lips, revealing a gentle smile. His tone was also unspeakably gentle, like a lover's whisper.

"You're not trustworthy, Tom."

The next second, a violent white light burst out from his body, and then he exploded on the spot.

The white energy is divided into three.

One of them attached itself to Lucius, and before he could say a word, he disappeared in front of everyone. Another one rushed out, heading upstairs, and the last one rushed towards the werewolf on the conference table.

The werewolf jumped up and dodged in fear.

Their bestial instincts told them that if they were touched by this white light, they would die.

However, the white light was extremely fast and it rushed in front of them in the blink of an eye, cutting them in half, and blood spilled on the table.

There was silence.