flew, regardless of time, space, flying over cities, countries, states, seas, enjoying the myriad flavors of humanity, their fears, narrowness , the grief, pain, anger ... ah, anger. What a wonderful flavor had rabies, had almost forgotten.
swooping on small clusters, invisible to normal people, only the seers, wizards, witches, those who practiced magic and could see the color could see it and it remained terrified. It takes just one step to transfuse more terror into the hearts of the people who flew over to poke the worst part, like a fire under the ashes and covasse just waiting for him to come back on. Disputes erupted in its wake, cries of terror accompanied his blink of an eye, and Asmodeus laughed insanely each time he felt the emotions feed as before, make it even stronger. Hold off the magician, trapped and howling in her chest was always easier, and the body that had given him ... was filled with immense power. After an infinitely long, the daemon is granted a truce, to learn about the best magician he had taken possession at last. He landed on top of a mountain, well above the homes of mankind, among the icy peaks, closer to the sky and the sun than it had been for many centuries now. He sat down, keeping his demonic form, he closed his eyes and concentrated, to reach the mind of the prisoner. She heard him screaming, literally howl with rage when pierced with his own mind. The defenses were that he found himself in front of powerful, much higher than those who had never met any other magician who dared to put the ring when he was trapped. Asmodeus was satisfied, finally someone who could provide enough power to break the spell of Agrippa, to break the ring and finally break free from that curse infamous. He passed, albeit with difficulty, inner barriers of the magician, upon viewing a complete surprise. A dark wizard, with immense powers, has passed through the darkness blacker. He kept enough heart in it can not be defined redeemed, even though he was dead and was revived with the dark arts than those who had practiced in his previous life. Black soul, stained with murder and brutality, shattered and reconstituted, with a complex personality, an indomitable will and ambition of almost unlimited knowledge. Asmodeus he was touched and almost moved
... "We could almost think of becoming friends," said the magician, when he stopped to search the memories. "After all, you were also a very sinister character ... before they defeat you! "
swooping on small clusters, invisible to normal people, only the seers, wizards, witches, those who practiced magic and could see the color could see it and it remained terrified. It takes just one step to transfuse more terror into the hearts of the people who flew over to poke the worst part, like a fire under the ashes and covasse just waiting for him to come back on. Disputes erupted in its wake, cries of terror accompanied his blink of an eye, and Asmodeus laughed insanely each time he felt the emotions feed as before, make it even stronger. Hold off the magician, trapped and howling in her chest was always easier, and the body that had given him ... was filled with immense power. After an infinitely long, the daemon is granted a truce, to learn about the best magician he had taken possession at last. He landed on top of a mountain, well above the homes of mankind, among the icy peaks, closer to the sky and the sun than it had been for many centuries now. He sat down, keeping his demonic form, he closed his eyes and concentrated, to reach the mind of the prisoner. She heard him screaming, literally howl with rage when pierced with his own mind. The defenses were that he found himself in front of powerful, much higher than those who had never met any other magician who dared to put the ring when he was trapped. Asmodeus was satisfied, finally someone who could provide enough power to break the spell of Agrippa, to break the ring and finally break free from that curse infamous. He passed, albeit with difficulty, inner barriers of the magician, upon viewing a complete surprise. A dark wizard, with immense powers, has passed through the darkness blacker. He kept enough heart in it can not be defined redeemed, even though he was dead and was revived with the dark arts than those who had practiced in his previous life. Black soul, stained with murder and brutality, shattered and reconstituted, with a complex personality, an indomitable will and ambition of almost unlimited knowledge. Asmodeus he was touched and almost moved
... "We could almost think of becoming friends," said the magician, when he stopped to search the memories. "After all, you were also a very sinister character ... before they defeat you! "
" Never, "replied the magician, pulling back and raising his defense, decided not to make it simple to find the intruder demonic. "Never, never gonna bend you, or anyone, for that matter," was the fair response that echoed in the silent chest of the demon.
"Oh, you do ... with time you will find that you will like it again as a time to practice the dark arts, nourished by people's fear ... and you can also cultivate those unspoken desires that you have kept well guarded in the heart, or rather, I should say a lot lower, when looking only power .... lustful little boy wizard! You're given a lot of followers, eh? With me you can have them all, as you'd like, even those that have escaped you ... "The demon
showed Tom lusty visions of all women who had had, and other women who had only desired, or simply admired. The fiercely rejected the magician, snarling in the mind of the demon.
"I do not think to draw me with these games, demon .. I do not know well yet, "replied, despite the enormous effort to resist. "I'm not like those you've met before."
"Oh, yes, I see ... are worse, much worse! None of them had ever had on the consciousness of the horrors that have you ... even a baby, I admired ... shame that you had underestimated the sacrifice of one little woman, a mistake that with my help you would not have committed, you can believe me! You would easily still be in power now .. 'd worldwide magical bent to your wishes, the Muggle world, as you call it, I know your name and temerebbe ... and now you could redo the rise to power, without hindrance, without even bothering to betrayal or just followers of the disabled. "
What Tom was still in Voldemort smiled, while the magician fought against the seduction of the demon. That part of him was always strong in his mind, and he was against it that Tom had fought hard, since he was brought back to life. He felt that the old, always strong, cheering, getting around inside him, facing the temptations of the devil. Voldemort wanted with all his strength to say yes, even if it meant to serve the devil, thinking maybe it can be overcome at a later date, once regained his freedom. But Tom was opposed. The survival instinct of self-preservation that had always moved opposed the idea of \u200b\u200bbecoming subject to someone or something, despite the temptation to return to power was extremely seductive. The slaughter between the two parties fighting the demon gave him extra food before and taken magician, and he let dibattesse in doubt and darkness, knowing that more and more kept him prisoner could learn to control it.
But Tom resisted, and the demon himself, with all his might, with the intention that the killer had moved all his life. She had chosen a different route, though until then had been unable to give a clear answer as to why. Even now, facing the demon, he was not sure to know the right answer, but he knew he would never be returned to Voldemort, whatever the cost was that choice. As long as he could dispose of their mental powers to oppose both the daemon, that the memory of Voldemort, he would.
"N-no." He said, saved up all his strength in that word. He found the same strong will that had always moved, and opposed to Asmodeus, with the same ferocity he used to win power. This time, to maintain their freedom, even if it remained a prisoner.
The demon grinned fiercely.
"We'll see how much resist, magician ... uncertainties already feel inside you. It's just a matter of time before you choose the best path for everyone. "
Rise, returning to consciousness, in time to hear a powerful evocation spread in his mind, like a melody. Someone, somewhere, was calling. A female voice, powerful and demonic, a song that could not escape. He left the magician to his doubts and took flight again.
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