Chapter. 75.5- Doom Days

He tore through the next two creatures that assaulted him so quickly that Susan hadn’t even been able to tell what they were. And then he went for her aunt. He smashed through the cover she hid behind, but she wasn’t there. She had moved already. Good. But that didn’t seem to bother him all that much. He flared his magic around him, and then thrust out with his wand. A black ball of magic shot out of his wand that he began directing about the room like a conductor. Every where it went, it left nothing but destruction in its wake. He wasn’t even being careful about things, he was just flaunting his power and causing destruction for destruction’s sake.

Susan saw a glint in the air, and she held her breath so as not to warn him even as she knew there was no way for him to perceive her. While he cackled as he directed his destructive spell all about the place, her aunt moved until she was perfectly placed right behind him.

And then she cast her spell, a dark purple bolt of magic straight at his back. The spell was cast silently, and with no wand motion beyond pointing straight at him.

There was no sound. There was nothing he should have been able to use as a hint that the spell was coming. And still, he managed to spin out of the way of the attack, the lance of purple power passing him by and slamming into one of the last few shelves. It did nothing at first, and then that shelf exploded from the inside out, creating a shockwave that pushed her aunt backwards while doing nothing to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord turned his wand towards her aunt. Behind him, his dark ball of destruction fell apart with another explosive boom that caused yet another shockwave that almost tore her aunt from her feet.

She managed to keep her feet and even fired a spell straight at him, but he deflected it with a flick of his wrist, and then with another, her aunt froze. He drew his wand backwards, and her aunt was forced into the air like a puppet under his strings. He forced all her limbs to stretch out until they were fully extended.

“That was a better fight than I get from most. I can see why you frighten so many of mine. Would you consider joining, Amelia? House Bones is one of the oldest Houses in all of England. Your blood is old, pure, and powerful. It would be a waste for me to shed it now. Not when there are so few of us truly old names left.”

Her aunt didn’t reply, just launching a wad of spit that froze in the air before it could touch him.

“I see. So you would not even do it for your dear niece. What was her name again? Yes, Susan” Her aunt’s struggles froze at that, the mention of her name.