Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

"...Aren't you wondering how I came here?" Tom stepped into the cell and raised his wand, the soft twilight illuminated the dark and cold room, and he saw Voldemort, who was wearing thin clothes, lazily leaning on the only one In front of the light-transmitting window sill, even if you watch your abandoned child enter the room, you just glance back lazily.

The long, shattered hair made it tickle and slightly covered Voldemort's ruby-like pupils. The strands of hair were blown by the wind from the window and flew around the young man's handsome and perfect ears and cheeks. Under the reflection of the shirt, it looked even more unbelievably white, and the delicate collarbone that rose and fell slightly with breathing made Tom's eyes flicker.

Voldemort didn't answer, just half closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall coldly, his indifferent attitude was the same as every time before, even if it's not what it used to be... Are you disdain to answer him?

With such gloomy and burning anger, Tom approached the traitor who had been dreaming day and night, and saw that the other party was only frowning, with a slightly cruel evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and stuck out his palm to lock the young man in this way. throat.

The skin of the tentacles is cold and cold, like a ball of unmelting ice and snow. Apart from the softness of human beings, there is no breath of life. After a while, the man finally opened his eyes.

But Voldemort opened his eyes, and he only opened them. He didn't have the panic, fear, guilt, resentment, and sadness that he wanted, and there was only a cool sarcasm in Voldemort's opened eyes.

ridicule.

Not scared, not panicked.

It's not even an equal response to normal conversations, it's just ridicule in the face of low-end contempt for those who are not as good as themselves.

──I now have the ability to dominate you, and now I control your destiny. For you, is there still only contempt and contempt?

Angry and sad, numb and sour.

The pupils of the boy's eyes were faintly burned red by such anger. He loosened his slender neck, which was vaguely strangled by his own fingerprints, and when Voldemort let out a hypoxic cough, he fiercely stamped his lips, and forcibly pressed the tip of his tongue Probe into.

The elder, who originally didn't want to pay attention to any behavior of the young man, stared round his red pupils that were half-closed mockingly because of the sudden attack, and a flash of anger and embarrassment flashed across his face that was flushed because of the violence that had strangled his throat earlier. He struggled to push Tom's body, but the obstructing arms were fixed on top of Tom's head. Voldemort could only bite the tip of Tom's tongue angrily, "You...you...stop it!"

The blood entering the mouth had a rusty metallic taste, and after being stirred with the tip of Voldemort's tongue, it was even warmer and sweeter. Then, because of the angry and shameful eyes of the young man, there was a sense of joyful conquest.

Yes... that's right... that's the way it should be...

He originally thought that after the betrayal that day, his heart would no longer dance because of Voldemort, but such thoughts were still broken after seeing this person again, and he was easily influenced by him.

Tom wanted to kill Voldemort, wanted revenge on Voldemort, but he wanted more...to make Voldemort really see him.

...the divider for the moon...

The first feeling at first sight is called adoration.

Wanting to follow, wanting to stand shoulder to shoulder with, wanting to be the same as Voldemort or even surpassing catching up with, Tom's initial feelings for Voldemort were actually very simple.

So... when and where did it start to deteriorate?

When the thunder struck, he flung himself onto the bed with his pillow in his arms, looking at the helpless look in Voldemort's eyes, and secretly delighted in the feeling of family affection.

Chasing him, guarding him, chasing and waiting for him, that emotion should be the same---Tom has always wanted, Voldemort should not just look ahead and walk forward, but turn his head slightly, and shake his palm to himself, so that he can hold Voldemort hand, the two walked forward quietly together.

But Voldemort didn't need him. In that man's puzzle of life, he never needed a Tom.Rui Dou.

Tom remembered that after he entered the academy, whenever he had time, he would write to Voldemort, but the indifferent caregiver hardly responded. Back then, Tom naively thought that Voldemort must be too busy, but now he thinks Think, is it unnecessary?

No need, don't care, don't care, don't care.

Voldemort never cared about what Tom thought, but about Tom.Ruidou's existence and body.

──Fake, everything is fake.

Emotions, memories of being together, the love he thought never existed, everything was an illusion created by Voldemort to numb himself, but Tom was still infatuated and possessed because of this.

Yes, he has already lost his mind. Since childhood, he tried to make himself better and better in exchange for that person's smile, and now he is crazy about becoming stronger to win back that person's eyes. Tom has long regarded Voldemort as motivation. He doesn't know how Change and don't want to change.

The slate found in Voldemort's room gave Tom an opportunity. He unsealed the slate and released the symbol of misfortune disguised as an angel inside the slate.

The original and least known owner of this slab was Edemachus, a demon lord who was originally a fallen celestial being whose longing for redemption and pathetic quest for love cost him everything and eventually drove him mad , his will and fury derived this slate, named Calamity.

Disasters are different from Pandora's Box which still has hope at the bottom. Disasters caused by the madness of the demon lord, with war and fear as nourishment, tears and sorrow as ingredients, will be given at the very beginning. The holder is lucky and victorious, but what follows is a blow and misfortune that almost cuts off the lifeline.

Those who hold the Calamity Tablet are doomed to fail, and the price may be their lives.

Perhaps because of the emotional resonance of being betrayed by his love, Tom who got the slate awakened the will fragments of Edemachus, and learned that as long as he collects all the major phenomena that match the slate, a wish can be fulfilled. A wish within the power of a fallen angel.

So is the soul, so is the power, so is the body, the life, and even the life after reincarnation.

As long as Tom proposes it, the Maharaja can make it happen for him.

Tom hadn't figured out what kind of wish to ask for, but he happened to know where all the treasures were going, so he started planning.

Deceived the founder's crown from the gray lady of Ravenclaw College, retrieved the snake ancestor's locket from Knockdown Alley and the Soul Resurrection Stone from Voldemort, and added the dusty treasure buried deep in the Omniscient Room. For the golden cup, only the sword in Dumbledore's hand and the Elder Wand in Grindelwald's hand remained, but they were the two most troublesome and difficult to obtain, so... what should we do?

The sudden inspiration led Tom to find the German boy named Wolfe. Long, long before entering school, this boy once proudly bragged that his uncle was the famous dark devil Geliott in Germany.Grindelwald, this identity is really a gift from heaven for Tom who wants to contact the master.

Tom found Grindelwald and declared that he was willing to use Dumbledore to make a deal with the other party.

──He originally wanted to trade the Elder Wand, but after learning from the memory fragments that Voldemort was by Grindelwald's side, the person he wanted to trade changed to that person.

──Look, one for another, whether it's the lover Grindelwald wants or the person he wants, isn't one just right and everyone is happy?

But Grindelwald rejected Tom, the old man who was full of self-confidence and self-esteem actually rejected him, and snorted coldly in a contemptuous, mocking and disdainful tone: "You don't need to intervene in the matter between me and Dumbledore, and I didn't sell it. Allies' plans."

"You are so despicable and shameless, Voldemort knows?"

Such blatant contempt and contempt made people irritated, and his defense of that person was also the same. Tom sneered in anger, and told the old German devil the truth about the defeats in the wars without hesitation. The truth was not only the German army Fang's telegram orders are deciphered, and Tom's tall upbringing also plays a big part in the reason.

Tom happily slapped Grindelwald's face with Grindelwald's words, and the extremely arrogant German turned dark as he expected, and then... nothing more.

Grindelwald unilaterally interrupted the communication, and did not take the initiative to contact Tom until after the Ardennes victory.

Exchange a chance to meet for the power of an equal dialogue.

Grindelwald wanted to see Dumbledore, and if Tom was able to get him to back down, try it.

The older man spoke with contempt and contempt for the younger, but Tom just said, "Okay" with a smile on his face.

He didn't ask anything about Voldemort, and even after that his and Voldemort's minds were out of sync, because if something happened to Voldemort, it would be destroyed.

There is no need for a world without that person.

He will activate the calamity to release the devil of war, and then use the flames of the whole world to light the candle for that person. That will definitely be the most grand funeral in the world.

...the divider for the moon...

Some people say that contempt is the most arrogant idea in the world, because once you despise, you will lose sight of the weight of yourself and the world.

Grindelwald underestimated Tom, Dumbledore didn't take Tom into consideration at all, and Voldemort only regarded Tom as his derivative, so they failed, but Tom succeeded.

The bloody kiss slowly deepened, and the breath between the tips of the nose was more intoxicating than the most mellow red wine. Tom was aroused by the wound on his tongue with fierceness and strong conquest, and he forcefully stuck his tongue into it. In Voldemort's mouth, he delicately and sensationally counted Voldemort's teeth with the tip of his tongue, and wrapped around Voldemort's teeth to dance with them.

Being treated like this by his own boy on the windowsill, Voldemort naturally wanted to resist, but at this moment, his lips were sealed by Tom, his wrists were restrained behind his head, and his legs were also restrained because of the sitting posture. Even if he wanted to kick someone, he couldn't do it, so he could only humiliate Zhang Jun's face angrily.

"Hmm...huh...huh..." An ambiguous and muffled moan came out of Voldemort's throat. He struggled to speak, but this repelling method only made Tom's tongue go straight in. Tom blinked a bit. Eyelashes, after wantonly plundering Voldemort's lips, he pulled off his tie and tied Voldemort's wrists, and reached out to caress the young man's cheeks, with a kind of unspeakable pleasure in his condescending gaze, "Voldy... Me, did you see me?"

"...What stupid things are you talking about?" The young man who was in an extremely bad mood bit the tip of the young man's tongue viciously again when Tom backed away, but this rebellious move did not make Tom angry at all, he just held back the depressed man. The demon king's chin, the vicious curved lips laughing, "It's rare that I finally let go of my heart, and you're tempting me again?"

"..." The pupils of his eyes had been dyed a fiery crimson color by the anger. If it wasn't for his current posture that prevented him from opening his mouth, Voldemort would definitely curse him with the most vicious words, but now that young Tom approached him again, he He could only turn his head away weakly, and sneered with disdain in a gloomy and indifferent angry voice, "If you want to humiliate me by doing this kind of thing, then you'd better give up, I will be you 50 years from now, don't you feel sick when you kiss me ?”

"'Disgusting'... how could you have such a thought?" Tom, who seemed to be wide-eyed in astonishment, pulled out his wand and cast a torture spell on the young man, and then Voldemort's face turned pale and his whole body stiffened in painful convulsions , gently stroking his cheek, whispered affectionately with the most gentle and soft voice, "You are the unique Voldy in the world...I love you~~"

The young man's voice was gentle, and the elongated ending seemed to be full of the joy of the whole world, but he used heart-cutting and black magic alternately in his hand, and the spell that whipped the soul made Voldemort feel pain all over his body. Sweating profusely, his weak and limp body was like a fish out of water, but when Tom leaned over to kiss the young man's lips again, Voldemort still bit him.

bitten.

With two rows of trembling and weak teeth, leaving shallow tooth marks, even if you want to call it a struggle, the strength is too weak, it can't even create a wound on the boy's pink lips, and it can even be regarded as a fun.

But Tom was still angry, for this man had fallen to such a level that he was still stubbornly disobedient and unyielding.

The light of the wand flickered in the dim cell.

Each time, there was a faint muffled groan and suppressed panting.

Finally, when Tom kissed the pale lips of the young man who was no longer struggling as he wished, he smiled, but tears glistened in his wet eyes.

Tom hugged the fainted Voldemort tightly, exhausting all his strength, as if he wanted to rub the young man into his bone marrow.

"Voldy...why do you have to do this so you won't reject me..."

He murmured, obviously he was an abuser, but his voice was weak like a child's.