Another's Hatred
written by D.L. Greyback
"Now, how about a story to make time pass by?" The male tilted his head in front of the bound victim before him. Fear was clear in the others eyes as Sebastian held a sadistic smirk. That was a look Sebastian craved for. "Hmmm, snake got your tongue?" He hissed revealing a forked tongue before bursting into laughter causing the figure before him to tremble. With a collective sigh he soon calmed down, his snakelike eyes scanned the blade he held in his hand that was already covered in blood. "Let me tell you of the boy who killed."
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05/31/21
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The Wand/ First Blood
Chapter 1
"Sebastian!" A sharp voice called out.
"S- Sir?" A young boy answered nervously as he stepped towards the tall figure.
Now when this boy was born he wasn't different from the other babies, no defects, a healthy child. But, those came later on to where this child had learned that smiling in the household would cause a strike, a word, and action, that he feared the most. Resulting in him showing no emotion, not even the servants ever saw the boy crack a smile.
Standing in front of this boy was a tall man who held a stern gaze and a scowl that made those around him fearful of whatever would come out of his mouth. This man's name is Lucas Greyback, a Death eater who prides himself in his work and takes it as his number one priority. When Sebastian came to him due to his sister in law not wanting him to become a Lycan, he had accepted as his way of repaying for a certain... debt that had happened in the past.
"Your hand boy."
"S- Sir?"
"Let me see your hand!"
Sebastian fearfully reached his hand out towards Lucas, fingers trembling and gaze to his feet as he awaited for what may be another strike. But what could he have down to earn himself one? He followed the rules and did his fathers bidding by literally being out of his way.
Instead he felt a wooden like object be placed in his hand. The boy looked in his palm with wide eyes as he looked over the wand. The wood was rough, it being oak, though its coloring was dark as if it had been burnt somewhat though it was rigid in his hand. Though that wasn't quite what struck him as odd, no it was the feel of it, a certain coldness that he could sense from it.
"Dragon heartstring, reliable to its owner once you have grown used to it and it has grown use to you."
"T- This is mine?" Sebastian questioned, looking up towards Lucas.
"Not quite," Lucas took the wand from the boys grasp. "You have to win it from its current owner." With a snap of the mans finger a door behind him opened, a boy a few years older then Sebastian emerged looking as though he we're beaten, and quite dirty.
"Keane here is the original owner," The look on the mans face hinted a certain..anger to it. He tossed the wand at the boys feet and then placed a silver dagger in Sebastian's hand. The hilt was obsidian, if one were to look closely, there was a faint design that could be seen in the shape of what seemed to be of a serpent.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Take what is wanted." Lucas barked, making both of the two boys look up at him before looking at each other.
"Bu-"
"Kill him!"
The grip on the blade was already slick with Sebastian's sweat as he looked towards the boy, kill him? But, but he had never killed before, he's only witnessed them. He never thought of performing a killing. But the wand, the wand would be the first, and it was out of question whether he would get another chance at receiving one. Taking a deep breath, Sebastian stood, grip on the blade tight. The other looked astonished at the fact of what Sebastian was preparing to do.
The two looked at each other uneasily, one holding a blade, the other holding a wand. For a moment there was silence in the room. Sebastian could hear his heart beating, pounding louder each minute, almost deafening.
Kill, for the wand.....
Sebastian's eyes flickered for but just a moment before he rushed at the the other who looked on in surprise before regaining his composure and fired a spell at Sebastian, narrowly hitting his shoulder. Sebastian deflected spell after spell with the blade, how he knew what movement to make, even he didn't know. But within a breath of a second, everything stopped.
The blade was buried deep to the hilt in the heart, penetrating it and causing a steady flow of blood to stain the shirt. Sebastian's eyes widened as he looked at his hand that held the blade, it was covered in blood, a small, dark maroon pool formed and the look on the now pale face of Keane was of shock, and with the last he could, he muttered something intelligible before going limp.
"-ng........wand...." Was all Sebastian could catch. After a moment he stood, his clothing was covered in the red liquid, and his gaze caught on a thin object.
Slowly, he knelt and picked the wand up that was now stained red from the blood of the young wizard. The cold was more knowledgeable then before, and he could've sworn that he hear the faintest of whispers from it.
"S- Sir?" A young boy answered nervously as he stepped towards the tall figure.
Now when this boy was born he wasn't different from the other babies, no defects, a healthy child. But, those came later on to where this child had learned that smiling in the household would cause a strike, a word, and action, that he feared the most. Resulting in him showing no emotion, not even the servants ever saw the boy crack a smile.
Standing in front of this boy was a tall man who held a stern gaze and a scowl that made those around him fearful of whatever would come out of his mouth. This man's name is Lucas Greyback, a Death eater who prides himself in his work and takes it as his number one priority. When Sebastian came to him due to his sister in law not wanting him to become a Lycan, he had accepted as his way of repaying for a certain... debt that had happened in the past.
"Your hand boy."
"S- Sir?"
"Let me see your hand!"
Sebastian fearfully reached his hand out towards Lucas, fingers trembling and gaze to his feet as he awaited for what may be another strike. But what could he have down to earn himself one? He followed the rules and did his fathers bidding by literally being out of his way.
Instead he felt a wooden like object be placed in his hand. The boy looked in his palm with wide eyes as he looked over the wand. The wood was rough, it being oak, though its coloring was dark as if it had been burnt somewhat though it was rigid in his hand. Though that wasn't quite what struck him as odd, no it was the feel of it, a certain coldness that he could sense from it.
"Dragon heartstring, reliable to its owner once you have grown used to it and it has grown use to you."
"T- This is mine?" Sebastian questioned, looking up towards Lucas.
"Not quite," Lucas took the wand from the boys grasp. "You have to win it from its current owner." With a snap of the mans finger a door behind him opened, a boy a few years older then Sebastian emerged looking as though he we're beaten, and quite dirty.
"Keane here is the original owner," The look on the mans face hinted a certain..anger to it. He tossed the wand at the boys feet and then placed a silver dagger in Sebastian's hand. The hilt was obsidian, if one were to look closely, there was a faint design that could be seen in the shape of what seemed to be of a serpent.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Take what is wanted." Lucas barked, making both of the two boys look up at him before looking at each other.
"Bu-"
"Kill him!"
The grip on the blade was already slick with Sebastian's sweat as he looked towards the boy, kill him? But, but he had never killed before, he's only witnessed them. He never thought of performing a killing. But the wand, the wand would be the first, and it was out of question whether he would get another chance at receiving one. Taking a deep breath, Sebastian stood, grip on the blade tight. The other looked astonished at the fact of what Sebastian was preparing to do.
The two looked at each other uneasily, one holding a blade, the other holding a wand. For a moment there was silence in the room. Sebastian could hear his heart beating, pounding louder each minute, almost deafening.
Kill, for the wand.....
Sebastian's eyes flickered for but just a moment before he rushed at the the other who looked on in surprise before regaining his composure and fired a spell at Sebastian, narrowly hitting his shoulder. Sebastian deflected spell after spell with the blade, how he knew what movement to make, even he didn't know. But within a breath of a second, everything stopped.
The blade was buried deep to the hilt in the heart, penetrating it and causing a steady flow of blood to stain the shirt. Sebastian's eyes widened as he looked at his hand that held the blade, it was covered in blood, a small, dark maroon pool formed and the look on the now pale face of Keane was of shock, and with the last he could, he muttered something intelligible before going limp.
"-ng........wand...." Was all Sebastian could catch. After a moment he stood, his clothing was covered in the red liquid, and his gaze caught on a thin object.
Slowly, he knelt and picked the wand up that was now stained red from the blood of the young wizard. The cold was more knowledgeable then before, and he could've sworn that he hear the faintest of whispers from it.
