Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Have you thought about one day, maybe you have thought about it but pretended to disclose it casually, and let yourself 50 years ago know the truth of blood, but you don't really want this day.

The self you want, the Tom you want is pure and free from disease.

But Dumbledore ruined him. When the child stared at you with red eyes and wanted an answer, you silently evoked a sneer of irony, and gently bestowed him with peace of mind.

──I didn't expect it to be so fast, at least until the body's complete breakdown ceremony was ready.

But it's useless if you don't act, because Tom, who knows everything, will no longer trust without reservation like this.

──You who are not my father, uncle, uncle or even any relatives, why are you so kind to me?

You know you can't answer, so you choose to deal with it.

That ritual is the beginning and will be the end, forever ending the person you were 50 years ago and replacing you with the new you.

There will be no Tom, and there will only be Lord Voldemort, the Lord of Darkness in the new age.

You know it very well, and you have always been looking forward to it, but why can't you feel happy at all?

...the divider for the moon...

Exchange the blood of unicorns for power, and the taste of the curse flows through your skin and blood.

The so-called magic circle was drawn on the lake, and you, who looked at the boy unconsciously, seemed to be in a daze.

Getting along these few years is like a ghost, sneaking into your bone marrow silently and intimately, looking at Tom's face, what are you thinking?

Maybe, what I was thinking was that I actually didn’t regard him as myself 50 years ago?

A person's life is like a big tree, which is rooted in the soil and thrives upwards, but it will diverge and stretch its branches due to different events. Now you and Tom are focusing on the two ends of the same tree, coming from the same source , but grow in different directions.

In this era, you have everything, perfect, and will be very happy.

He is your ideal life, and now you are preparing to destroy him.

From now on, no one will call you Voldy with a coquettish nasal voice.

In the future, no one will try every means to get close to you, even if it's just an impatient look, you can be secretly happy.

In the future, no one will pester you, say love to you sentence by sentence, make you have a headache but soften your expression unknowingly.

There will be no more, and in the future, there will never be any more.

You know you don't need this, yes you always did.

...the divider for the moon...

what is love?

It is medicine, poison, curse, or suffering.

Your mother lost everything because of the so-called love and abandoned her family, and finally died in an empty orphanage.

Grindelwald, who was supposed to unify the world and make the wizard the only voice, also prostrated himself at the feet of Dumbledore's robe.

what is love?

It's not love, it's hindrance, and Tom is on the verge of becoming your hindrance.

You know, unknowingly, you are giving in inch by inch, even if you don't respond, you still put him in your heart.

You know, I have thought about it more than once, maybe Tom's changed life will be better than the one he replaced.

Whenever you feel angry and helpless when you watch teenagers cheating, your thoughts will always be messed up.

You even thought about making a deal with the devil instead, but Dumbledore's talkativeness hit you in the waist at this moment, and knocked you back to the original planned track all the way——Tom knows everything, and you are going to be there Killed Tom before and took Tom's body.

That's good, really, that's good.

Because you haven't had time to fall in love, and you haven't had time to get in the way.

...the divider for the moon...

Now you have a cursed life, and the warmth will be insulated from you ever since.

Chill, afraid of heat, all the calories can only be drawn from eating.

Because of the unicorn's deathbed curse, you can't be happy, because what you love will be destroyed, and this pure blood with hatred will accompany you, heal you and keep you alive before you die suffer.

But this hatred is only for you, and for others it will turn back to the panacea, so you use this blood to wake up Tom instead of letting him die in his sleep as originally thought.

──Hate it, you think, because it is always easier to treat malice than kindness.

Broken Tom's trust with the coldest words.

Rip Tom's heart with the most ruthless answer.

Since the child still had expectations in his heart, he had to avoid harm.

You picked up the boy's handsome face with your wand, and told him everything cruelly and honestly. Tom's expression was a little dazed, and it quickly changed from astonishment to disbelief and resentment, which is very good.

Really, that's great, but why does something deep in my chest feel tight?

The body that has been cured should not cough anymore, but you suddenly have a desire to cough, and you look at Tom's eyes that no longer have the bleak look of expectation, and you grab the young man's struggling wrist.

The boy's hands visibly trembled. When you opened the blood vessel with your fangs, what were you thinking at that time?

Maybe you don't think about anything, and you don't need to.

Memories come in slowly with the fusion of souls, and so do thoughts.

You suddenly remembered that summer day, nine-year-old Tom lying on your knees, his soft cheeks stuck to your thighs, half-turned his head, beckoning you not to just read books and ignore him to accompany him, So you stroked his hair like a comforting animal.

Touched Tom's hair.

At that time, the boy showed a joyful smile, and he jumped up contentedly and hugged you, rubbing against you, even though you were furious, coughing and roaring again and again, he refused to let go.

Perhaps──At that time, you loved him?

Ah……

How can it be?

Staring at Tom blankly, you closed your mind and rewrote your thoughts ruthlessly.

──The journey of the king stepped on the ashes of countless victims, and every step was written with conquest and destruction. Tom is just one of them, just one of them, and there is no need to be nostalgic at all.

The love he wanted never existed.

...yes, love never existed

...the divider for the moon...

Buzzing Dumbledore was always everywhere.

A sneak attack from behind and you lost your entire arm and the seal on it.

Looking at the boy who was awakened by the Phoenix, your expression is still calm, even though the wound is bleeding crazily.

The pain of cutting up the soul is far more painful than the physical body a thousand times. This weak pain is at best a stimulus, and it can't disturb you.

So you smile, sneer, squint your eyes, look gentle, but mock indifferently from the bottom of your mouth, the so-called messengers of justice always appear at the last moment, but this time difference is enough to accomplish many things.

The soul on the verge of collapse has been filled, and your soul connected to Tom is like a horcrux. Although the ceremony is only halfway through and there may be some side effects, the result is as good as you expected... maybe even better?

Looking at the boy's red eyes, you showed an evil smile, and when you coughed and bent over like a cover, the smile lightly touched the corners of your eyes. At this moment, the blazing hatred in your predestined body is so intense that it almost burns you , which is fine.

Lightly provoking his hatred for you again, the response was a merciless torture curse.

The boy you used to be was so full of life that he just wanted to kill you to wash away his pride, he showed pleasure under the pain of sadism, that madness that seemed to burn his soul, but you just wanted to smile, so very Well, because no matter what era Tom.Neither Ridou nor the Dark Lord needs love, only the emotions of hatred and fear are fresh and enduring.

What you want to do has been achieved one by one, so... it's time to say goodbye?

Turning the portkey on your chest, you left your mocking words.

──Farewell, Tom who was ignorant and incompetent 50 years ago.Rui Dou, although I let you escape this time, next time, I will capture you.

Yes, you will take his body, and his spirit, full of hatred, will pursue you.