Title: Atrum Vox
Characters/Parings: Severus/Lucius, Abraxas, Regulus, Orion, Evan and Andre Rosier, Bellatrix, Dearborn
Summary: Some of the most powerful magic is also Dark Magic. Yet there are those who revel in its power and do not shy away from the darkness.
Notes: 1. Atrum Vox is Latin for “dark power” or “powers of dark”.
2. This is a cycle. That is, these are ficlets/drabbles that are unrelated to each other aside from having a common theme, in this case, dark deeds/rituals. These ficlets were originally written as entries for darkarts_ldws. This is a cumulative header, each part will be posted with its own title, word count, rating and warnings.
Title: Blood Curse
Characters: Abraxas, Lucius
Word Count: 525
“What is it, Father?” Fourteen-year-old Lucius stood still with eyes wide open and staring entranced as his father produced a small vile of clear fluid from under his robes.
“Basilisk venom,” Abraxas said reverently, holding the glass tube up to the light of the candles around the altar. This deep below Malfoy Manor the air was chilled and small breezes came and went unrepentantly, making the candles flicker.
“Why do we require a poison?”
“Basilisk venom is not just a potent poison, although it is primarily known as such. But it has several magic uses and qualities. Herein, the spell and the artifacts require the poison to work. All Blood Curses have such a component – something that is not wandwork.” Abraxas gently unscrewed the top of the flask and began to pour the venom in small quantities on the various artifacts on the alter. Lucius thought he heard a faint hissing and the candles flickered. “All ancient Pureblood families have an equally ancient rival family for whom they have invented Blood Curses. The rituals for them are performed generation through generation, sometimes even once the rival family no longer has heirs. The curses – meant to kill and to torture – are incurable for various reasons. Firstly, it is very Old Magic. And Old Magic is often far beyond the cognition of modern wizards. Secondly, these curses contain something specific to each family, to the blood itself.”
“Is that why we use Basilisk venom for ours?”
“Yes, Lucius. The Malfoys have always associated themselves with serpents. It is said that some of our earliest ancestors had the Gift and could rally serpents to their causes.” Abraxas raised his arms and pointed his wand. He began to…sing. It was not speaking and it was not chanting. Lucius could only describe it as singing. He watched, amazed as the air filled with hissing and his father’s voice which sang and boomed through the chamber.
Abraxas touched his want to the center piece of the alter and the candles flicked out. Silence fell, crushing and hollow all at once around the chamber. All sound and light seemed to have been drained from the world.
Then, in a flash, it was back. The candled burned brighter than before and Lucius could make out the smallest sounds. “Is it done?” Lucius asked, taking pains to keep his voice as cool as possible.
“Yes.” Abraxas turned around slowly and walked to his son. He put both hands on Lucius’ shoulders. “The Blood Curse can only be cast and upheld by the Head of the family and his true, eldest living son. You are too young for this magic now but, when you are of age, Lucius, you will know all.”
“Who is our rival family, Father?”
Abraxas stepped back. “You will know when the time comes.” He signaled for Lucius to leave with him. Lucius, as he left, tried to sneak a glance at the crest in the middle of the alter to see if he could recognize the coat-of-arms. He did not get a clear look, but Lucius could have sworn that it had seen a weasel on the crest.