Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

──Fate is like a dance party with a doomed ending. No matter how brilliant the process is, it is still inseparable from the end of the song.

The breaking of the spell of the love potion is like fireworks, which calm down the original chaos and splendor after blooming vigorously.

Under the moonlight, Voldemort trembled slightly, and opened his eyes silently. The moonlight outside the window shone on Voldemort's crimson eyes, which looked as magnificent as rubies, but also as cold as inorganic substances like minerals. He took the wand from the table, slowly stroked the quaint-looking Elder Wand with his slender and white fingers, and then smiled.

A crazy and evil smile was presumptuously staining the corners of his mouth, but those red pupils not only contained the joy of gaining power, but also concealed anger and humiliation intended to wash away everything. The objects in the room couldn't help shaking and dancing up and down. Tom on the bed shivered, and was startled by the anger directed at his forehead, so he wanted to jump up from the bed, but a rough and hard object held his throat , he raised his eyes in a daze, and the pupils he met were violently burning with fiery flames, and the scorching emotions pierced into his heart fiercely.

"...Voldy?" The dry lips moved slowly, and slowly turned into a bitter arc. Tom showed a shallow smile that he knew so well, lying on his back on the bed and squinting at the pressure on him. Pointing at his lover with a magic wand on his body, he saw that his dangerous lover happily hooked his lips that symbolized infidelity. From the sexy lips that he had kissed and sucked countless times, he slowly expressed his aristocratic elegance and gorgeous but arrogant and cold The voice whispered faintly: "──The game is over, Tom."

"...Game?" The smile on the corner of his mouth tugged, Tom stared at Voldemort's handsome silhouette covered in a fluffy halo under the moonlight, and narrowed his eyes vaguely as if he thought it was too dazzling, he lowered his eyes to look Looking at the Elder Wand resting on his neck, he said in a calm voice without any fear, "So you just think it's a game? I thought you would treat it as a lifelong humiliation."

"..." The pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded away, Voldemort was silent for a moment, he did not use magic to attack Tom, but punched like a man with Muggle methods, hitting Tom's delicate handsome face heavily face.

"You're very proud...?" The red eyes staring at Tom didn't blink, and Voldemort, who usually doesn't move, retracted his fist and shook his wrist resentfully, staring at the boy with a snake-like indifference and indifference, but he was beaten. With his face turned to the side, Tom just put his arms around Voldemort's slender waist, and despite the pain, he still smiled happily and whispered hatred, "Of course... After all, I've had it, completely you."

The boy responded with a kick that kicked Tom off the bed. Standing on the bed and staring at the ground, the boy was bent over in pain. Voldemort's body was trembling furiously. He pointed his wand at the boy again and regained his composure. There seemed to be a volcano about to erupt under the eyes, "How do you want to die?"

"Well, how about having crazy sex with you and then dying in bed?" Tom still seemed to be insane, even though he knew Voldemort's anger but laughed heartlessly and stroked his beard wantonly, but he soon He couldn't laugh anymore, because the electric light representing the torture curse had hit him heavily with anger, making the body of the young man who was still able to jump tense into a shrimp.

Pain, extremely rough and sharp pain.

It felt like breaking open the bones and tearing the flesh and blood, aiming at the most sensitive nerve endings with a needle and burning them with electricity. Tom's ten fingers were pinched into the arm, and he almost had to use all his strength to make his mouth uneasy. There was a sound other than panting, but blood still came out of his teeth.

...It's so different from that person's performance at the time.

Some sour bitter smile stained the tense cheeks due to the pain, but it was interrupted by the mental pain. Tom almost lost his sanity. The only way to stay awake was to stimulate himself with physical pain, but he did not regret it.

No regrets, Voldy didn't let him drink the love potion all the time.

Not regretting himself or even reducing the dose, intending to make that person really fall in love with him instead of acting like it was because of the drug, the only thing Tom regrets is that this time seems to be too short, so short that he can't make his Voldy Feeling in love with yourself, even if it is an illusion...

Tom, who was covered in sweat, struggled to raise his face. His pale handsome face was bloodless at the moment, but his dark eyes were not distracted. He looked into Voldemort's eyes persistently and stubbornly, but Voldemort just avoided his sight. His downcast eyes played with the Elder Wand in his hand, his lips tightened and he murmured indifferently: "Any last words?"

"...I love you, my, Voldy."

Tom closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

Or maybe, no pain, no suffering, just a withdrawal of the soul?

That way maybe he could still follow his Voldy.

Tom's head throbbed with pain, and then his consciousness went blank, but before he lost consciousness, he still couldn't help reaching out his hand to Voldemort.

Voldy...

I love you forever, even after death.