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With Voldemort's wraith glaring at him—at least he guessed it was glaring, it didn't have eyes, after all—Lux prepared to suck him dry of all that juicy magical knowledge. Okay, maybe that was a poor way to phrase it.

Gesturing towards the ghost, an intricate golden seal appeared within the barrier before his consciousness felt like it had been pulled away from his body as he flipped through the life of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Even with this being only a fragment of his soul, Tom's memories, up until the night he murdered the Potters, had been perfectly preserved. Lux guessed that the measly half a lifetime of memories was nothing compared to the amount of information a soul could hold.

For such a low-level supernatural being that Voldemort was, it took him only minutes to categorize everything of interest into his perfect memory.

As he figured, the two seemed to be from another weird crossover universe. This time, it was a much simpler mix of Harry Potter and High School DxD. He'd thought that with all the other supernatural beings, the story of Harry Potter would vastly change, but it seemed the wizards and witches didn't have much of a presence with the greater supernatural community, preferring to keep to themselves.

With that done, he was ready to leave the cave and find out if the outside world was another fictional one he knew. But first, he put away his wings before using the transfiguration knowledge he'd stolen to conjure up a simple black shirt and trousers, along with a band to tie his long hair back.

Not wanting to deal with Bellatrix's particular brand of madness at the moment, Lux flicked an overcharged stunning charm at the unconscious woman with the wand he'd looted. He'd save that conversation for after figuring out what type of world they'd stumbled into. Looking at Fem Harry, he decided to send a stunner her way too.

Still, he was excited to explore. He'd put the crazy death world he came from on the back burner for now. He needed to get a grasp on his Essence of Creation. After all, he still didn't know how the mysterious ability judged how much essence to award.

The cavern the two ended up in had no exit in sight, the only hint of an outside world being the small cracks allowing air to enter the room.

Even if it was just the Fem Harry, Lux was sure the girl would figure a way out. With his mastery over the mystical arts gained from the memories of Voldemort and his lesser Archmage essence, the stone walls parted like a field of grass as he strolled along, the bodies of Bellatrix and Fem Harry dutifully levitating at his side.

Finally breaking through to the surface, the dark pathway he created was bathed in light as the harsh winter winds battered the trio. If it weren't for the warming charms he'd placed on the two witches early on their journey, they'd likely have already died from exposure.

Lux overlooked a densely forested valley with the mountain he'd just carved his way out of on one side and one nearly twice the height on the other. But the annoying part was over now. With his line of sight no longer interrupted by the cave walls, he could simply Apparate his way around.

Not wanting to wander around randomly and wanting to figure out his current location, he cast a human-revealing charm with enough juice to cover the valley.

It seemed he was lucky enough not to have spawned in a completely uninhabited wilderness. With a pop, Lux and his captives disappeared from the mountain peak, reappearing in the snow-covered forest.

It only took three more uses of line-of-sight Apparition before he found the nearest signal his charm had picked up: two scraggly men covered head to toe in animal pelts. From the bows slung across their backs, Lux assumed they were out hunting.

Leaving Bellatrix and Fem Harry propped up against a tree, he made his way toward the two men. He wasn't trying to be discreet, and after a few steps in their direction, the hunters turned to him, drawing their stone weapons after finding a stranger so close.

After their surprise seemed to wear off and exchanging a few words, Lux noticed the two start to eye him up like a particularly succulent piece of meat.

His enhanced senses easily picked up their conversation, and the ability to speak and understand all languages that came along with being an angel came in handy. Apparently, Lux's man meat was on their menu for tonight.

"Savage cannibals," Lux scoffed, about to incapacitate the two with a spell before one of his soul-bound companions grabbed his attention.

"Oh, you wanna play, Noir? Sure, come out and have your fun."

Aurora seemed satisfied to simply watch her surroundings from inside his soul so he only summoned one of the little troublemakers.

The two locals obviously didn't know what Lux was murmuring to himself about, but the small wolf walking out from behind a tree and growling as menacing as the little cutie could manage did get their attention.

He could see the greed in the two's eyes, and after hearing the men's whispers, he knew why. The fuckers thought the pitch-black wolf pup would fetch a good price.

"Did you hear that, baby girl? These bad men want to separate us," Lux sneered. "Why don't you show them why that's a bad idea."

His words seemed to provoke the little wolf, and with a blur, Noir appeared behind one of the men, now covered snout to tail in blood and gore, a suspiciously Noir-shaped hole in the hunter's torso.

"Girl, I was hoping to catch them alive," Lux deadpanned at the wolf sending him a questioning head tilt, trying to appear as innocent and cute as possible in her current state.

"Try to bring his friend in one piece this time," he scolded the pup, pointing toward the remaining hunter fleeing in terror.

Noir seemed to grumble at that but still sped over to the man who hadn't gotten very far. The man desperately clawed at the ground as the supernaturally strong puppy dragged him over, her jaw locked around his leg before Lux hit the savage with a Full Body-Bind Curse, ready to get some information about the world he'd found himself in.

~A New God's Conquest~

Lux sat on a rock next to the campfire he'd started, leisurely stroking his two wolves' soft fur. Thankfully, they could dismiss their menacing blades at will, so he didn't need to worry about getting sliced up during cuddle time.

He'd gotten all the information he needed from the hunter to start working on his future plans. Unfortunately for the hunter, the man's brain didn't have an enjoyable time when Lux tore through his life's memories, using it as practice with his new Legilimency abilities. He ended up brain-dead, but his usefulness had run out anyway.

The local didn't know much about the greater world but it was still enough for him to figure out what world he was in.

He was either in 'A Song of Ice and Fire' or 'Game of Thrones,' More specifically, he was in Skagos, a land just the slightest bit more civilized than Beyond the Wall. He couldn't get the exact year from the peasant since news of the Seven Kingdoms rarely reached the island, but at the very least the hunter knew that the Targaryens had already lost the throne.

Unless the gods of this world were real, something Lux highly doubted, conquering this measly world would be child's play. Lux figured that, at most, what the locals referred to as gods were nothing more than magic taking a sentient form. And even then, they didn't seem to directly interfere with the world much.

Lux planned to eventually conquer this world, but for the moment, his goals were simple: figure out his Essence of Creation and gain further power using his Archmage Essence to expand his magical repertoire.

And he would definitely need that power for when he ended up returning to this body's original world. Sure, he could simply avoid the dangerous world, but that wasn't his style. There was too much to be gained for him to hide away like a rat. Still, if everything went according to keikaku, his power would grow more than enough to face the future threats.

With the weird crossover he'd found himself in, there were more than enough options to choose from to increase his strength.

For example, the Dark Lord had knowledge of Touki and Senjutsu. Fortunately for the wizarding world, by the time he learned of those powers, the damage done to his soul by the Horcruxes prevented him from mastering the skills. Honestly, wizarding magic was a considerably weaker form of devil magic that would likely harmlessly bounce off his body. If it weren't for his Archmage Essence allowing him to expand on magical systems, he wouldn't bother with it beyond its utility.

But Touki and Senjutsu were just the beginning of his plans. There were plenty of powers from various other universes with similar origins that he hoped to learn.

Haki from One Piece must involve some sort of spiritual or physical energies similar to Touki. So, could he learn it?

Senjutsu practitioners wielded chakra. Could he expand on the limited uses that the DXD universe showed to create jutsu on the levels shown in Naruto?

For now, these were just theories that he'd need to experiment with.

On top of all his plans for power and conquest, Lux wouldn't neglect what he considered to be of utmost importance: enjoying this second chance at life to the fullest.

He wouldn't put his plans of becoming the strongest aside, but what would be the point of all of that without having his fun?

And speaking of fun… Lux looked toward the unconscious, crazy woman he'd nearly forgotten about.

~A New God's Conquest~

She woke up with a groan.

What the hell happened?

Her foggy memories slowly came back.

She'd just been reveling in the glee that came from sending her blood traitor of a cousin to his death.

Then… Potter! The Potter brat ruined everything! How could she serve her lord when she was dead? Wait, was she dead? She did tumble through the Veil of Death, right?

Before Bellatrix could figure out for herself if she were dead or alive, the sound of someone clearing their throat knocked her out of those thoughts.

This also made her realize that based on her surroundings, it was unlikely she was dead.

Her combat instincts, honed over the years, brought her back to her senses, her hand going for her wand before turning to the stranger.

Even when prepared to fight to the death, she froze for a moment at the sight of the man's appearance. She could honestly say that she'd never seen a more attractive man. But those thoughts were immediately consumed by rage after noticing the man holding her wand.

"Oh, finally noticed, huh?" his mocking tone only deepened the scowl on her face.

"Bastard, hand over my wand if you don't want to die the most painful death imaginable!" she threatened, only getting a laugh from the man holding her at wand point.

"Those are some strong words for someone without the ability to fight back," he continued to mock her. "But enough of the word games, how about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal," she bit back, not having much of a choice but going along with his demands.

"I think a simple duel will suffice, but if you lose, your life will be mine," he said, making her pause. Was he a dullard? There were only two men she would admit defeat to when it came to battle. Was he really going to give up his advantage?

"Fine, it's not like I have much of a choice," she agreed, a nasty smile finding its way onto her face, ready to put this foreigner in his place.

Bellatrix didn't fully believe the man was going to fight her in a fair fight until he casually tossed her precious wand in her direction.

That didn't mean she was going to play fair, though. Feeling the familiar connection in hand, she directed all of her fury and indignation toward the man who hadn't gotten his own wand out yet.

Bellatrix's manic grin at having the opportunity to unleash a torrent of varied curses quickly turned to confusion as the man she was growing increasingly frustrated with casually batted her spells away with his bare hands.

"Why… won't… you… just… die!" She roared in between each wave of her wand, each curse becoming darker and crueler as her frustration grew.

"Avada Kedavra!" She finally cried out, now panting and heaving on her knees from exhaust.

Her last curse at least got a reaction more than a casual wave of a hand, but it was all still in vain as the sickly green ray harmlessly bounced off a shimmering barrier.

"Well, that was something. But I think it should be my turn now, don't you?" The detestable man asked, and she could only let out a snarl in response.

"Crucio," Lux pointed the mad woman's spare wand at its owner, watching the red beam turn her into a convulsive mess, writhing on the ground.

Even though it hadn't happened in this timeline, this ones for you, Dobby.

After a few minutes of uncaringly torturing the woman, he cut off the curse, satisfied that a beloved character had been avenged.

Crossing the gap to Bellatrix's downed form, he had to give it to her: the woman had grit, managing to get to her knees by the time he stood in front of her, even after being under the Unforgivable for so long.

"I'd say that it's my win," Lux smirked, digging the end of his wand into her neck before prying the wand from her hand.

"Get it over with, bastard. But know this, you'll be begging for the same release once my Lord gets his hands on you," Bellatrix swore, assuming this would be the end for herself.

"I think you've misunderstood something, my dear. I said your life would be mine, not that it would be over. So, no, you won't be dying today, you'll just have a new master from now on," Lux said, making the crazy lady's anger soar to new heights.

"Hah, and what makes you think I'll go along with that? I'd happily die before betraying my Lord," she denied his kind offer, making him simply smile at that.

"I never said it would be easy, but I'd say that I can be very persuasive when needed."

"Pain is nothing new to me. Do your worst, bastard," she spat.

Lux nodded at that. "You're right, I doubt torture will get us anywhere. That bit earlier was just me blowing off some steam. No, pain is so barbaric, but I can think of a few other ways that will have a woman like yourself willingly kneeling at my feet."

Grabbing her chin, Lux ran a finger along the woman's undeniably seductive lips.

"Such beauty, too bad it's been tainted," he lamented, pulling her lower lip to reveal the rotten set of teeth. "Worry not, my dear, I can fix that."

"I don't know what game you're playing, but you'll regret keeping me alive," Bellatrix said as he took a step back from the seething woman.

Lux didn't bother responding to that, instead snapping a finger, his golden seal appearing beneath the woman's kneeling form.

Bellatrix looked around in confusion as the golden light began reconstructing her body, years of abuse and neglect spent in Azkaban washing away like it never happened.

With only the basics of holy healing magic given to him by his father, healing the deranged woman was still super easy, barely an inconvenience. Even with magic, her body was still in the realm of mortals. When cast on such mundane flesh, the spell could heal anything, including death if it hadn't been too long.

As the golden light reached its pinnacle, he noticed Bellatrix grabbing her arm in pain, the iconic Dark Mark writhing around on her skin before his holy light took offense to the vile magic. The woman's pain turned to agony as a dark mist was released from the mark. Once released from her body, the Dark Lord's magic stood no chance against his light, and the tainted mist vaporized under his power.

His light faded, and Lux watched in amusement as The Dark Lord's sycophant became belligerent at the loss of her master's slave mark.

"You bastard! Even if it takes me the rest of my existence, you will pay! Count your days, you fuc—"

While it was amusing to banter with the psychopath for a short time, Lux was starting to get tired of her ramblings.

Gesturing with a grasp at the now fully healed Bellatrix, he didn't cast a spell but instead commanded his raw magical power to lock the woman's movements.

With a simple use of transfiguration, both of their clothes turned into butterflies before landing on some nearby branches. From what little movement Bellatrix could make with her eyes, he knew that move shocked her, but more than anything, she was now furious.

Lux traced his steadily hardening shaft along the woman's lips, revealing a brand new set of pearly whites. Earlier he wouldn't have wanted to go anywhere near that rotten mess, but now the sight of the mature beauty on her knees had him anticipating how her pouty lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

"I think it's time to start your training. How about you start by worshiping your new Lord from there on your knees," Lux teased, taking a small step back and releasing her jaw from his magical bindings.

"Don't you even dare!" Bellatrix screamed, making him chuckle.

"What's wrong? Weren't you used to serving your previous master like this? Oh, wait, that's right, he lost those parts that made him a man long ago," Lux mocked, knowing from The Dark Lord's memories that he'd sacrificed those parts for power somewhere down the line.

Before Bellatrix could start hysterically cursing him for hitting a sore spot, his magic locked her jaw open, tongue invitingly hanging out.

Rubbing his tip along the moist appendage quickly got him to full mast before Lux began using her sexy mouth as a living fleshlight.

He'd needed this. After all the shenanigans he'd been put through, at least now he could enjoy a woman's convulsing throat wrapped around his cock.

Half of him loved seeing the hatred and helplessness in the woman's eyes as he used her mouth for his pleasure. The other half was content that the wicked was being punished.

Lux knew that these were his two opposing divinities at work. He also knew that with his Essences, especially the Memetic Defense gained from the Archmage, he could suppress their effects on his mind at any time.

But there was no need for that, not when his divinities were working in his favor, one side giving him hints on bending the woman's devotion towards himself and the other urging him to devour what made Bellatrix herself.

He'd go for a mix of the two; after all, in this medieval world without proper entertainment, dealing with the bitchy psychopath might stave off some of his future boredom.

Still, this wasn't as pleasurable for him as it could be, what basically only counted as masturbating with a toy not able to send him over the edge. There was a solution for that, though.

"Satisfy your master," Lux commanded, not needing the incantation for the Imperius Curse he'd cast before releasing his hold on the woman's movements.

While vague, his intentions had been properly conveyed through the magic, letting out a groan as Bellatrix took his shaft in hand before gently sucking on one of his balls, her tongue doing interesting things as her hand stroked up and down.

After spending a good amount of time pleasuring his sack, Bellatrix finally worked her way to his cock, lathering featherlight kisses from base to tip with her pouty lips.

Seeming to know his anticipation had reached its limit, the mind-controlled woman took him into her mouth, her delicate tongue swirling around the fleshy underneath of his tip.

Lux wondered if it was the Imperio or if the woman was just that skilled as she took his well-above-average dick completely down her throat that seemed to have no gag reflex. Either way, the experience was one of the most pleasurable he could remember.

Feeling his climax nearing, Lux grabbed a handful of her beautiful, long wavy hair, increasing the pace, the rapid squelching sounds finally sending him over the edge.

Lux released his Imperious Curse just as he shot his first rope down Bellatrix's waiting throat, watching in amusement as her glazed-over expression turned to absolute disgust.

Before she could attempt to bite off the intruding phallus, he backed away, releasing the rest of his load on her enraged face.

"... You will pay, even if it's the last thing I do," she managed to say, panting on the ground. For some reason, Lux didn't feel very threatened by the woman covered in his cum.

"Somehow, I highly doubt that will happen. But I think you might get some enjoyment out of what's coming next," he said, making her shudder at the menacing tone. Those words didn't reassure her at all.

And she was right. As he waved his wand, the ground transformed around her, shackling her wrists and neck, forcing her into a very suggestive position with a ballgag making sure her incessant threats would be put to an end.

With Bellatrix now bound ass up in a pillory, Lux traced her seductive body, grabbing a handful of her lovely hanging tit flesh before making his way to her juicy ass.

He wasn't surprised after spreading her delectable cheeks to find a thick, untrimmed bush. He doubted she'd been getting any action since her release from Azkaban. After all, wiser men than him knew not to stick their dick in crazy.

Luckily, wizarding magic had a solution to many of the small problems like this, and with a wave of his hand, she was shaved clean, exposing her puffy pussy and crinkled hole to the crisp winter air.

She shivered, making her lovely hips jiggle enticingly and he didn't hold back from running a finger between her pink slit making her growl through the gag.

Wanting to get to the main course, Lux didn't play with her too long before lining up his throbbing cock, slowly inching his way into her surprisingly tight hole.

Despite her efforts, Bellatrix couldn't stop herself from letting out a reluctantly pleasured moan as he reached depths previously unexplored.

Lux had that godly dick. It would take a will far greater than the pretty little psychopath's not to feel anything from his deep thrusts.

Speeding up his movements, and seeing that she was nearly lost in the pleasure, Lux figured it was a good time to start his manipulations.

The same golden seal he used to read Voldemort's memories appeared on the back of the woman he was roughly clapping the cheeks of.

It wouldn't be a simple task, nor would it be perfectly done on the first attempt, but his divinities gave him a helping hand to mold the woman to his desires. But as he felt his second climax of the night approaching, the sopping wet cunt trying to milk him dry, he wouldn't mind repeating this process however many times it would take.

Buried deep into his conquest, Lux surrendered to the pleasure, filling the needy womb with his divine seed. He wouldn't worry about pregnancy, after all, he wouldn't mind starting a new pantheon of his own. He didn't want to be left alone to handle all of the busy work, not when he could be having fun instead.

Lux didn't stop there, continuing the night of debauchery while mind fucking Bellatrix into obedience, all while Fem Harry was left forgotten and unconscious under an invisibility charm.

As the sun crested the horizon, Lux dismissed the haphazardly summoned BDSM gear, Bellatrix collapsing into a panting, sweaty mess.

He'd fucked the woman's mature cunt all night long, all while thoroughly fucking her mind. Lux was sure Bellatrix was in a worse mental state than during her time spent in Azkaban, but it was a mental state that would benefit him, and he was pretty sure he could work out the kinks with enough time.

"Such a good girl," he praised, kneeling next to the mess of a woman, and gently stroking her cheek. "Say, Bella, who am I to you," he asked, some light returning to her eyes.

"Nngh... M-Master... N-No, my God... Y-Yes, my God," she answered, nuzzling against his thigh, clearly mad with devotion.

Chuckling, Lux let the exhausted woman fall asleep in his lap as he ran his fingers through her hair. He wouldn't deny her the small comfort for a time, not when he'd basically turned her into a brain-washed slave.

Lux was still feeling fresh as a cucumber with his divine physique. Wanting to get some things done this morning, he waved his hands, commanding magic to do his bidding.

Bella's cutely snoring self floated from his lap, the many bodily fluids she'd been covered in now gone after a cleaning charm. A conjured set of pajamas dressed themselves on her nude form before being placed in a fur-lined bedroll near the fire to get some proper rest.

Lux realized his proficiency with transfiguration and conjuration came naturally to him, figuring it might have something to do with his father being a god of creation.

He also figured that his inheritance from his mother—or second father—would make his next endeavor go smoother.

Getting up after cleaning and clothing himself, Lux evilly rubbed his hands together while walking over to the dead hunters he'd tossed in a nearby ditch.

Pausing, he glanced at Fem Harry slumped over a rock that he'd forgotten about. Eh, fuck it, she can wait.

Lux's plans were simple: he needed minions to handle the dirty work. With the education level of the locals in Skagos, he wouldn't bet on getting any useful hands there.

To him, these cannibalistic savages were barely considered human. This isolated land was probably the best in Planetos for him to begin creating his loyal undead army.

Could it be considered genocide? Sure, but he wouldn't lose any sleep putting the subhumans out of their misery. Their unlives would probably be far more fulfilling as part of his horde anyway.

Reaching the corpses, Lux placed his hands on them, imbuing his magic through the bodies using the plundered knowledge from the Dark Lord, along with his divinity associated with darkness lending a helping hand.

Like his holy light incorporates aspects of life and creation, his darkness encompasses death and destruction.

His first minions got to their knees, swearing silent fealty and ready for orders.

Instead of the hideous monstrosities of the Inferi, these two were far easier on the eyes: obsidian-black skin, frost-white hair, and glowing golden eyes.

Lux was just thankful that his divinity helped with this. He really didn't want to lower himself to using those trash undead that could barely keep the rotten flesh on their bones. He had standards, after all.

Gesturing for them to rise, Lux patted their shoulders, finding them far sturdier than what you'd expect from a common undead or zombie. He looked into their eyes, finding a glint of intelligence. They didn't have souls, no, that would be beyond his current limits, but with the corpses still having their brains intact, his minions retained some of their previous selves.

For now, they couldn't even be described as having artificial intelligence. Even machine learning might be going too far. Still, they could follow simple instructions, enough to get the job done.

He should give his first minions names, Lux thought. Turning to the first of his undead—the one that didn't have a hole in its torso from Noir—he tilted his head, thinking for a moment.

"You'll be Cain," he said, then looked at the other. "And you'll be Abel." Lux decided. Okay, he'd admit he wasn't the most creative when it comes to naming.

Lux stumbled backward a few steps, nearly falling to his knees after those final words left his lips. This was the first time he'd felt exhaustion after taking over this body. Color him surprised after noticing his undead bathed in a golden radius before their forms shifted, growing taller and gaining chiseled muscles.

Shit, he didn't know he could bestow power with a name. Lux could still feel the loss of divinity that was used for the process. It was nothing permanent, but it meant it wasn't something he'd be spamming all willy-nilly. His godly powers were still new, and he didn't have it in him to create an army of named undead yet.

But looking at his goons now standing nearly two heads above him, he didn't regret it at all. Not when he gained two capable leaders for his future army.

Satisfied, Lux conjured up two basic spears, handing them over and sending Cain and Abel on their way with his mental orders.

He wanted more minions, and how could he call himself a necromancer without a few massacres here and there?

Lux wasn't heartless. He'd at least leave the women and children alive. Who knows, maybe if they can survive without their protectors, they might have a far better life after he conquers this savage land.

Before he could turn back to the camp, Noir jumped out of her Sacred Gear, eagerly wagging her tail. "Hmm? Sure, you can go watch over them," Lux chuckled, watching the little pup bound after his minions.

~A New God's Conquest~

Catching up to her father's creations, Noir looked them over with a hint of disdain.

They were slow, but what else could she expect from barely above-shambling corpses?

She'd need to whip these two into shape. It would reflect poorly on her father if his first creations weren't up to par.

Sniffing the air, she was at least satisfied the dullards were heading in the right direction. She could smell the rank stench that seemed common to the uncivilized swine that populated this world.

Hearing the sound of a branch whipping through the air, she scoffed, seeing one of the two hanging from a rope latched to their leg.

Seriously, what would her father do without her, Noir thought, jumping up and slicing the undead free.

Noir knew she could have handled this all much better herself, but now that she had minions, she wouldn't lower herself to such nonsense. After all, what was her father's was hers too, right?

Finally, she and the slowpokes reached a clearing. She held up a paw, commanding her minions to wait in the trees for now.

Strutting between the few ramshackle huts, she noticed the lesser beings looking at her in awe, as they should.

"Men of age, willingly hand over your lives. Your greatest achievement will be serving under my father," she barked out her commands before scowling at the disobedience.

Fine, we'll do this the hard way, she grumbled, and with another commanding bark, her minions trotted towards the small village, ready to put these peons in their place.

Before her undead could start wreaking havoc, a man who obviously didn't know better tried to coax her over with a moldy piece of bread in one hand and a rope in the other.

Now she was livid. How dare this savage try to tempt her with such lowly offerings.

Summoning her trusty blade, she flicked her head to the side, sending the menacing blade tumbling through the air before landing where she knew it would hurt the most.

She couldn't stop the snort of amusement from escaping her snout after seeing the man writhing on the ground, clutching his pearls.

Seeing her minions arriving, she turned her back on the frightened mob, a disdainful look on her majestic face.

"Kill the men and anyone that gets in your way," she drawled, making the clumsy undead advance with their spears at the ready.

They tried to fight back, but their measly stone weaponry, at most, pushed the undead back a few steps, not able to penetrate the obsidian flesh.

As her minions terrorized the small settlement, she simply kept an eye on the battle, only needing to chase down the occasional man too cowardly to die fighting, giving them a swift end with a stab to the heart. She knew her father would prefer the bodies intact.

Soon the cries of pain and fear died down, the men lying in puddles of their own blood, women and children cowering behind cover.

Now all that was left was to transport the lot back to the camp. This, of course, wouldn't be on her. No, she needed to supervise her minions on the task. With her beyond-excellent managerial skills, they'd likely be done by dusk.

~A New God's Conquest~

While Noir and his undead were out handling the tasks he didn't feel like dealing with, Lux poked at the roasting meat hanging over the fire.

Aurora had happily gone out hunting, bringing back some kind of mountain goat, while he spent the time familiarizing himself with the long list of spells he had available.

With the food almost done, Lux figured now was a good time to have a chat with Fem Harry. He also figured he should stop referring to her as 'Fem Harry'; after all, from Voldemort's memories, he knew the girl's name was Rose Potter.

Lux pointed a finger at Rose' unconscious body, a small spark forming at the tip before shooting off at the girl.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," he laughed as the now frizzy-haired girl spluttered awake.

"W-What? Who's there? W-Where am I?" she stammered.

"Over here," Lux waved to get the girl's attention, making her turn to him, hackles raised like some scruffy alley cat.

"Relax, Rose. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it while you were sound asleep," he tried to calm her down, only making her even more apprehensive as she drew her wand from her back pocket.

See? This is why he'd been putting this off for so long. He knew it was going to be a hassle.

"H-How do you know my name?" she asked, taking a few steps away.

"Okay, okay, calm down, girl. I'll explain. Let's just say a lot of stuff went down. Dark cave, spooky ghost bursting out of your scar, crazy lady trying to curse me," Lux summarized, sure that his point was succinctly conveyed.

"How is that an explanation!? Wait, never mind that, what did you say about my scar?" Rose questioned, clearly not on the same intellectual level as himself.

Lux let out a sigh. "Fine, girl, let me just show you," he scoffed before waving his hand, the same light mirror he used back in the cave conjured in front of the confused witch.

"My hair!" she screeched, frantically trying to tame the frizzy dark red locks while he covered his ears at the ungodly sound.

"Girl, I think there are more pressing matters at hand than your hairdo," Lux scolded, making her look at him like he was some kind of simpleton.

"Tch, I wouldn't expect you to understand. And stop calling me 'girl,' we look about the same age," Rose protested, making him deadpan at her.

The sad part was that she was right. The body he'd taken over seemed to be in its middle teens. For heaven's sake, even his undead minions towered over his five-foot-nine, manlet height.

"Kids these days… they don't even know how to recognize an old soul," he responded intellectually, making her deadpan right back at him.

"Okay, enough, just look at your forehead," he slid past the issue, seeing that she couldn't understand where he was coming from.

Finally, the girl listened, taking a closer look and running a finger over the spot where her iconic scar was previously.

"How…" she mumbled, trailing off.

"Like I said, spooky ghost calling himself Voldemort bursting out of your scar," Lux didn't elaborate further.

"You're kidding, right? Was Voldemort really in my head?" she asked, almost despondently.

"Well, a fragment of him was. A nasty bit of magic it was, nothing yours truly couldn't handle though," Lux verbally patted himself on the back.

"And my eyes?" she asked.

"Ah, yes, quite a beautiful set of peepers you got there. Goes great with your lovely red hair," he teased, chuckling at the blush Rose was trying to hide.

"I meant, why can I see clearly without glasses?" she tried to hide her embarrassment.

"You were bleeding out, so I kindly decided to heal you up. My spell must have decided that your poor eyesight had to go."

Rose' attention was drawn back to the mirror as she seemed amazed by her newly perfected vision. Tch, not even a thanks. What was he, chopped liver?

After getting herself together, Rose seemed to come back to her senses, realizing the situation that he'd been distracting her from with his banter.

"Was there an older man?" she asked desperately.

Lux shook his head. "I only found you two near the weird portal," he nodded toward the sleeping Bellatrix, making her look over before her face twisted in rage.

"I'll kill her!" Rose ignored him, apparently getting ready to curse the older woman to death.

Before she could start flinging spells, Lux raised a light barrier between the two.

"Girl, we're lost in a foreign world. Now's not the time to be killing each other."

What he left out was that he wanted to keep the woman around because she had a magical snatch… Pun intended.

"You don't know what she's done; what she's capable of," Rose argued before pausing. "Wait, what do you mean, foreign world?"

"It is what it is. This isn't Earth," Lux deadpanned.

"You can't expect me to believe that," Rose said.

"Believe what you will, but with magic, why wouldn't a portal to another world be believable?" Lux questioned, making her think about it.

"Okay, fine. But whether we're in another world or not, this woman can't be trusted," Rose continued pushing for Bellatrix's death.

"Like I said earlier, the two of us got off on the wrong foot, but we've come to a sort of agreement," Lux said as Rose paced around in irritation.

Aurora seemed to sense her distress, walking over to nuzzle her leg, trying to comfort the girl. Obviously, Rose jumped away after being surprised by the little wolf, but after a cute head tilt, she put out a hesitant hand to go for a few pats.

Aurora was such a caring girl. On the other hand, he could feel the mischief Noir was up to through their bond.

"Okay, fine, but show me where you found me. I need to look for any traces of my godfather," she said, now seeming calmed down after stroking the floof.

"Sure, let's go now," he agreed, holding a hand out.

Rose still seemed hesitant. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked.

"Lux," he smiled.

"Fine, let's go, Lux." She grumbled, reluctantly taking the offered hand, trying not to blush at his radiant grin.

Lux's proficiency with Apparition seemed to reach the limit of what wizards in the Harry Potter universe were capable of, this time appearing back in the cave without a sound.

Rose was surprised at the instant teleportation that she could barely notice. Normally she'd be hurling her guts out from the form of magic that seemed to hate her for no reason.

"Lumos Maxima," she heard Lux chant, revealing the cavern with a large archway and countless skeletal bodies.

"Follow me; over here is where you landed," Lux gave her a light nudge.

She was standing in a daze. With her luck, she didn't have high hopes of ever reuniting with her only family member, and after seeing the piles of bones, the dreaded thoughts nearly overwhelmed her.

Reaching where Lux stopped, she looked around in a daze until her heart sank, falling to her knees with tears flowing down her face.

She recognized the clothes on one of the skeletons. There was no doubt, they belonged to her godfather.

Rose was almost too lost in sorrow to notice the comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked up, surprised that it was the first time she saw a serious expression on his face; one that let her know he understood what she was going through.

Somehow the boy her age who had powers beyond anything she'd heard of always seemed to be able to drag her away from her dark thoughts. Sure, most of the time he did so by annoying the hell out of her, but it was better than freaking out and losing her mind.

"Whoever he was to you, I know he wouldn't want you to give up," he comforted, and she couldn't help the small smile that found its way onto her face.

It felt nice knowing that at the very least, she wasn't alone in this place that, if he was right, was a completely different world.

"You're right. He would probably be making jokes about how he ended up as a bag of bones," she said, standing and wiping the tears from her face. "Thanks, Lux, I needed to hear that," she said, making him put on that way-too-attractive grin he always seemed to wear.

"It's my pleasure, Rose," he replied before pointing toward the large archway. "And if you need more of a reason to go on, that's where the portal formed and spat you out. I'm sure that with enough study, I'll be able to recreate the portal. There must be people waiting on the other side for you."

Her face lit up. He was right. Hermione, Ginny—she was beginning to think she'd never see her friends again, but now there was hope.

She couldn't stop herself from reaching out and pulling the person who seemed to have all the answers she needed into a tight hug. He reminded her a little of Hermione for that reason.

"Let's go back; we need to get some food in you," she heard him say before their surroundings seamlessly returned to the familiar camp.

With her head still buried in his shirt, Rose didn't see the especially evil grin on Lux's face.

Heh, it's going to be so much fun corrupting this protagonist, he thought.

Feeling a nudge on his leg, he noticed Aurora giving him a dirty look as if to say, "I like this girl. You better not be planning what I think you're planning."

Lux smiled wryly at that. Okay, fine, maybe just a smidge of corruption, he replied through their soul connection, making the little pup nod her head in satisfaction like she did something grand.

Rose poked around the plate of mystery meat she'd been given, lamenting her current situation.

But hey, at least she had a stupidly powerful wizard at her side who seemed capable of feats even Dumbledore couldn't pull off.

That was a question she didn't want to bring up. How did he end up in the same place as them? She was sure she would have noticed the stupidly handsome teen if he had been in the Ministry at the same time as them.

Another question she had while eating the surprisingly good meal was: how did Lux get spices and seasoning out in the middle of nowhere? She figured her questions could wait, though. After all, as much as she was feeling better after getting a pep talk from him, she was still nearly freaking out over here.

And looking over at the still-sleeping Bellatrix, Rose frowned. She really didn't want anything to do with the woman responsible for her godfather's death.

She'd been trying to get her savior to at least leave Bellatrix behind. There was no doubt in Rose's mind that they'd end up taking a curse to the back sooner rather than later.

But he wouldn't budge. Looking over at the older woman's two large pillowy mounds gently rising up and down as she snored, Rose wondered if there was a deeper reason why Lux insisted on keeping Bellatrix around.

Nah, it couldn't be.

Anyway, she just hoped the insane follower of The Dark Lord wouldn't wake up any time soon. She simply wanted some peace to get her mind together.

Almost as if her luck had it out for her, and she was certain it did, she saw Bellatrix start to stir before her eyes snapped open, looking side to side, seemingly searching for something.

Rose grabbed her wand, seeing Bellatrix rush at Lux, sure she was going on the attack.

Instead, her mouth hung open, seeing the murderous woman lovingly drape herself over Lux before nuzzling into his neck, obscenely sucking and licking his flesh.

Somehow, Lux didn't even seem flustered by this, instead returning the woman's affection by grabbing a handful of one of her large breasts.

Rose looked down at her own before almost letting out a growl of annoyance.

Whatever, she didn't care. Those fatty sacks would just get in the way, and it's not like she wanted to be in the psychopath's place with her attractive savior.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat, seeing the two's lecherous groping start to get even more heated, wondering if Lux had forgotten she was there.

Lux didn't seem surprised by her interruption, but Bellatrix's previously adoring gaze turned to hatred when their eyes met, making Rose involuntarily shiver. She knew there were few who could match the woman's skill with a wand, and if it wasn't for Lux still being around, Rose would have likely already gotten the hell out of there.

"Potter! It's all your fault… wait… why… my Lo… No my God… Aah!" Bellatrix rambled before breaking out into hysterical screeching, nearly breaking down into sobs.

Eh? Did Bellatrix somehow become even crazier?

The episode didn't last long, though, Lux got up to run a comforting hand through her hair, putting an end to her mental breakdown—something Rose definitely wasn't at all jealous of.

Still, Bellatrix sent her a nasty glare before switching up on the spot, stroking Lux's cheek and giving him the closest thing to puppy dog eyes that she could pull off.

"My God, please allow me to dispose of this filthy half-blood," Bella begged, making Lux run a hand down his face with a sigh.

Next to him, Rose cocked an eyebrow, sending him a dirty look. She'd been complaining about keeping the psychopath around, her glare telling him, 'I told you so.'

Like Lux figured, his mind fuckery wouldn't be perfect on the first use. Bella still seemed to have him as the most important figure in her mind but that obviously, didn't extend to the teen girl who was somehow the mortal enemy of the strongest Dark Lord.

"Now, now, Bella, let's put plans of murder aside for now. You two might be the only Magicals in this world, so let's all work together, yeah?" Lux tried to coax the murder-hungry witch away from making any rash decisions.

He figured sitting around the campfire, singing kumbaya, wouldn't solve anything, so the most he could do was distract her until the next brainwashing session.

"I won't say I told you so but…" Rose tried teasing him, but his skin was too thick for that to bother him.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" he smartly replied, making Rose scoff and roll her eyes.

"Fine, but what's this god nonsense, and what do you mean, the only two Magicals? There's three of us here," Rose asked, deciding to move on from the verbal spat she'd obviously lost.

"Oh… my sweet summer child." Lux stood, propping a leg up on the log he'd been using as a seat before gesturing grandly. "Not only am I a god, but in the future, I'll be… The God," he told her, receiving only a deadpan in return for some reason.

Bella got to her knees, nodding fervently at his grand proclamation. Seemingly unable to stop herself, Bella nuzzled her face against his thigh, her hand going in for the prize all while Rose was on the side looking like she was about to puke up the fine meal they had eaten earlier.

"Sure… you're a god, whatever. If you want to pretend to be all mysterious, then that's fine. But for Merlin's sake, whatever's going on there, please make it stop," Rose whined, making him nod.

"She's right, woman. Not in front of the child," Lux scolded, swatting Bella's naughty hand away from his bulge. She cutely pouted, making him chuckle. "None of that, my dear. We'll be having our fun later tonight," he reassured her, hearing a gagging sound coming from Rose's direction.

Well, at least he prevented a catfight from starting, Lux thought with a nod of contentment.

But this made him realize something. He needed to find a permanent residence so they could distance themselves, and he wouldn't even need to bother preventing a fight in the first place.

That wasn't the only reason. Lux also figured out that he wasn't, at all, built for this life of bumming it around a campfire in the woods. No, he wanted luxury, damn it, and he was going to get it.

He didn't know how people could actually enjoy this because if it wasn't for his magic keeping him entertained, he'd have thrown a fit by now.

So, he'd need to hasten his plans to conquer this little island. There was nothing stopping him from finding the nearest lord and kicking them out of their house, but the problem was, he needed manpower.

He felt it would be a hassle to deal with The North and, in turn, the rest of The Seven Kingdoms coming to knock on his door if it was known he'd stolen a piece of their land.

Fuck those guys, though. Skagos might have been a kingdom of its own with how little oversight the Starks had with it. They couldn't even stop the Skagosi lords from blatantly breaking the King's laws. So, better in his hands, he reasoned.

So, yeah… fuck them. But back to the situation at hand, he was going to need to put this island on lockdown before stealing a nice house for himself, and that meant creating significantly more undead minions.

~A New God's Conquest~

Noire sat on the back of one of the dead villagers, grooming her luxurious coat as her minions dragged the bodies closer to her father's camp.

At least the two imbeciles she was forced to watch over could get one thing right: they seemed to have infinite stamina as they made multiple trips back and forth, transporting the bodies to a small ditch near the campsite.

With her careful oversight, her minions were now bringing the last of the villagers just as the sun was starting to set. She perked up, feeling her father moving in her direction, unable to stop her tail from wagging side to side.

Finally seeing her father, she sauntered over, basking in his praising gaze after a job well done. With a cute little hop, she landed in his arms, receiving the divine head pats she loved so much.

"Such a good girl, Noire. I knew I could trust you," her father praised, making her nod.

See, this was why she liked her father so much. He just knew how to tell it like it was.

Still in his arms, the two walked over to the large pile of about fifty dead locals. Noire felt her father gathering up a large amount of magic, the familiar feel of darkness he was radiating making her feel at home.

She rolled her eyes, seeing the pale skin of the corpses turn black before shambling to their feet. She sighed, more minions that she would have to babysit.

"These are your men now. Organize them and scour the land. Leave no men alive," she listened to her father command the two stronger minions as if it wouldn't be her ending up taking charge. Whatever, at least she got good head pats, so she'd let it slide.

Through the mental link with her father, he told her that these new minions were different. Anyone they bit would turn into a lesser undead under their command.

With a wolfish grin, she hopped out of her father's embrace, giving him a nod that said, "Worry not, pops, I'll handle this," before running off, ready to spread some chaos.

~A New God's Conquest~

Thorrick Magnar, Lord of Kingshouse, watched over his younger son swinging at a practice dummy in the yard.

He felt as if he was blessed by the gods. He had more than enough heirs to ensure the safety of his line, the raidings had been bountiful, and the long summer meant that his people only had to occasionally resort to cannibalism.

Things were going so well that the nonsensical rumors of the undead razing villages to the ground didn't even bother him. He figured that people would always have to make a fuss when others were prospering.

"That's it, lad, you'll make a fine raider in no time," he praised the little tyke before noticing one of his men-at-arms hurriedly walking over with a worried look.

"Ah, Jorin, come, wipe that frown off your face. How about we go grab a few horns of ale," he laughed, patting his most loyal warrior on the shoulder.

Thorrick frowned, seeing the man still looking distressed. "My Lord, the small folk are at the gates, they say their village was attacked by the dead," Jorin said, making him scowl.

"Bah, nothing but tall tales. The commoners must be looking for handouts even after having so many good farm years in a row," he spat.

Fucking commoners, always coming to him begging for food and asking questions. 'Please, My Lord, we're starving,' 'My Lord, the seas are too violent to be sailing,' 'Why do we have to eat our elderly, My Lord?' Why can't they just leave him be so he can drink, feast, and go on the occasional pillage in peace?

"My Lord, they bring the injured this time. Their injuries are something I've never seen," his man tried to insist, apparently falling prey to the small folks' tales.

Thorrick cracked his neck in annoyance. "Tch, fine, take a few men to have a look. But when you come back and it was nothing but a wild animal, I'm putting you on latrine duty for a moon," he ordered, not too serious about the punishment. As he said, it had been a good raiding year, and they had the horses and men to spare for this wild goose chase.

His man scampered off to gather volunteers and ready the horses. He sighed, fuck, he wasn't even in the mood to get shitfaced any longer.

He figured he might as well go up on the walls and see what this mess with the small folk was all about.

Thorrick frowned, he'd been doing that too much today, looking at the hastily set camp next to his gate walls.

Where were all the men? He could only see disheveled women and children, some of the older lads injured, a few even missing limbs.

Okay, he could admit that something perhaps worse than a wild animal might be going on. These people looked like war refugees, and no animal he knew of could cause this.

But still, undead? What did people take him for? A fool? A dullard? A lackwit? He was none of those things, so he decided to just leave it to his men while he walked to the dining hall to get some mead in his belly.

~A New God's Conquest~

"Oye Jorin, I don't like this one bit," Borkel, one of his fellow men-at-arms, grumbled, making him nod.

"Aye, there's something off about this," he agreed.

Their patrol had gone as well as could be expected, only coming across a few groups of small folk fleeing towards his Lord's keep. And they all had the same story: the dead rising and killing all the men and any who tried to fight.

This whole mess had his head on a constant swivel; it reminded him too much of his nightmares as a wee lad after listening to tales of The Night King from his Old Grams.

His Lord was sure that this was nothing but wild animals making a fuss, and he could only pray to the gods that it was the truth.

"Jorik, we'll be passing two nearby settlements. Should we split up?" another of his men asked, making him deadpan at the fool.

Was he a lackwit? Everyone knows that in the stories, splitting up just makes it easier for the wights to get ya. Not that he believed the undead were about. No, not at all, he told himself, quickly checking his surroundings one more time.

"We will absolutely not be splitting up," he told them, coming to a decision.

"Hey, Bor, me thinks old Jorick over here believes what the small folks are telling us," the man japed, chuckling while Jorin shot him a dirty look.

Before he could scold the shithead, he shivered, the small hairs on the back of his neck rising. Something was coming, he could feel it.

And as if whatever it was was announcing itself, their small party came to a stop, hearing a wolf's howl that seemed so high-pitched and out of place it put everyone on edge.

"Still want to split up?" he scathingly shot back at the men who were joking around earlier.

"We'll stop here and make camp," Jorick decided, none of the other spooked men disagreeing.

The sun was nearly setting, and the last thing he wanted was to be out here tonight without a fire. He felt like that would be the worst decision he could make.

While the others tied the horses down, he rested with his back to the fire, eyes never leaving the direction he'd heard that ominous howl.

He'd ordered his men not to bring out the ale for this night, receiving grumbled complaints, but as night fell and he saw two burning golden orbs in the distance, he shivered, thinking that receiving their complaints was worth it.

Standing, he drew the axe from his belt, the others taking the hint and arming themselves in turn.

The golden orbs never moved from their position, yet he felt deep down that they would be the death of him. But that thought was put to the back of his mind when some kind of monstrosity only heard of in stories crawled into the light of the campfire.

It was undoubtedly a human form, but with vile, pale-grey skin, limbs bent in the wrong direction making it crawl on all fours, and milky, soulless eyes that sent shivers down his spine.

They were speechless. What were you even supposed to say when your nightmares were coming true? Maybe he'd wake up soon and this would all be over.

But for now, he was stuck here, one of his braver men running up to stab the creature, breaking him out of his delusions.

"Torkel, get back here. Men, line up, close the gaps," he ordered after shaking himself back to reality.

Unfortunately for Torkel, the monster somehow brushed off being impaled in the chest, latching onto the lad's sword arm and easily dragging the young man to the ground.

It wasn't the blood, nor the screams for mercy coming from one of his own that really got to him. It was the ungodly crunching of bone and tearing of sinew that nearly made him turn tail and run. But he wasn't craven enough for that, instead urging his men to hold the line as more monsters showed themselves.

"Aim for the heads!" Jorick shouted over the sound of metal striking flesh and bone.

Together they were putting up a better fight than their first casualty, but he still noticed his men being pulled into the horde when they were distracted.

He needed to do something. They couldn't last like this.

He looked at those same unmoving golden orbs and knew that it was their only chance.

"Shields up! Forward march!" he cried with all he had in him, the others doing their best to keep up the morale.

~A New God's Conquest~

Perched on a cliff, Noire watched in disdain as the so-called protectors of this land were being torn apart by the lesser undead. Somehow, they were even dumber than the obsidian warriors she commanded.

Heh, the locals of this world would stand no chance under her mighty paw… Ahem… her father's mighty boot, is what she meant.

They didn't realize it, but the undead they were fighting were just the deformed ones she wanted to get rid of. Like her father, she had standards, and the ones missing limbs, or worse, were too unsightly to keep around.

Looks like they're finally making a smart move, she thought, seeing the humans moving toward the undead in charge.

It was a useless move, but if they were somehow able to kill the obsidian-skinned undead, the lesser ones would return to being unmoving corpses.

And just as she figured, only one man even made it to their goal, but with a casual thrust, the human was put out of its misery with a spear to the eye.

Noire hopped down the rocks; the night was still young, and there were plenty of locals to put down.

"F-Fuck… Master, it feels too good," Bella moaned, Lux's head between her thick thighs, lapping at the sopping slit.

Over the past week, Lux had gotten the woman pretty close to her baseline mental state with him completely replacing Voldemort as her object of devotion.

She was still batshit insane, of course, but it wouldn't be Bellatrix Lestrange otherwise. He'd at least gotten her to switch to calling him 'Master,' or 'My Lord,' Being referred to as 'Her God' all day was becoming a little much, even for him.

Still, he wouldn't mind the lesser beings of this world kneeling at his throne, worshipping as the god he was. It just felt weird to him for a person he'd been balls deep in for days to be calling him 'God.'

But he could put all those thoughts aside for another time when he didn't have such a beautiful womanhood in front of his face.

"Please… Master… This dirty slut of yours doesn't deserve to be treated so well," she stammered through her convulsions, making him nip at her engorged clit, cutting off any further complaints.

"And who do you think you are, to decide how your master treats his slave?" he mumbled before giving one of her heaving tits a tight slap while still feasting on the mature beauties cunt.

Lux couldn't get enough of Bella's juices. He didn't know why, maybe it was just a witch thing, but to Lux, eating out the woman's mature pussy had been the best meal he'd tasted since landing in this world.

The heady scent of arousal filling the room only fueled his hunger. Deciding to spice things up with a little human transfiguration, Lux's now lengthened tongue slithered into Bella's deepest depths, her soft thighs locking his head in place like a vice as her rampant moans reached new heights.

If he were a lesser man, he'd have likely passed out from the pressure she was putting on his neck. But he wasn't and as his tongue circled the entrance to her precious womb, the overwhelming sensations sending Bella to a land of pleasure she could never have imagined, Lux reveled in the savory spray of girl cum he'd received for his efforts.

"Fuck… woman… you… taste… so… good," Lux praised in between each flick of his still-elongated tongue, making his way up her soft stomach, between the glorious globes of flesh, finally reaching her succulent lips.

Bella seemed to finally get a hold of herself after coming down from the high of her climax.

"Please, Master, allow me to tend to your needs now," she asked, nearly begging, making him reel in his tongue back to a normal length and rolling onto his back.

"Sure, I'll allow it. Now come and satisfy your master," Lux teased as Bella's seductive form sensually crawled across the bed until she was between his legs.

Lux moaned as Bella let a long trail of saliva drip from her lovely mouth before taking the already erect cock in both hands, motioning up and down while teasing the underside of his tip with her tongue.

Making Bellatrix his, was the best decision he'd made so far, Lux thought as she moved her hands away, sheathing his cock down her pulsating throat.

Bella would have happily used her mouth and throat to pleasure him for hours if he desired, but after a while of not showing any reactions and sending her a cocky smirk, she decided to escalate things, moving up to straddle his waist, pinning his shaft between his abs and her dripping slit.

"Master, I want you inside me… Fill me up with your seed… Allow me to carry your child," Bella leaned down, purring into his ear, all while grinding her split lips along the underside of his dick.

Deciding to fulfill his slave–and perhaps, future baby mama's wishes–on her next motion, Lux angled his cock up, easily penetrating the waiting pussy.

Laying back, Lux let the witch work her magic as she moved her hips up and down, side to side, her quivering quim doing its best to try and suck him dry.

It didn't take the seductress long to receive his first climax. Between her skilled blowjob and grinding along his cock, he was already reaching his limits by the time she took him into her cunt.

As she'd begged for, he didn't hold back, the tip of his dick knocking on her fertile womb before releasing his load.

Lux's eyes widened for a brief moment. He felt it… He'd just impregnated his sexy slave. Then he shrugged… Whatever, maybe he could put Rose to work as a babysitter in the future, he thought.

For now, though, he wasn't done having his way with the mature witch, flipping her over with his cock still inserted before sending deep thrusts into the woman carrying his child.

Just because Bella was now carrying his child, he wouldn't go easy on his sexy Milf, spending hours using her wonderful holes in all the ways he could imagine.

Finally pulling out of his exhausted baby mama, Lux looked at his work with a satisfied smile. If he couldn't leave a woman in a quivering mess like the current Bella, it wouldn't be a job well done.

Lux rolled out of bed, leaving the incapacitated Bella to get some much-needed rest. After cleaning himself off, he donned an extravagant pair of silk boxers he'd created.

Stepping onto the modest porch attached to the small wooden cabin, he took in the morning air. The log cabin was a little something he'd cooked up to avoid sleeping in the shabby tent Rose currently occupied. But hey, he'd added some expansion and cushioning charms to make it livable; he wasn't heartless, after all.

Summoning a glass of finely aged wine, Lux relaxed against the wooden railing.

Gamp's Law of Transfiguration, you ask? That's something for mortals to worry about. While his divinity of creation was still weak, conjuring mundane things like food and drink from thin air wasn't a problem.

Of course, they still ate a steady supply of freshly hunted game. He wasn't going to deny Aurora the satisfaction she felt feeding their dysfunctional little group.

Seeing Rose dragging herself out of her tent with dark bags under her eyes, Lux gave her a happy little wave, only to receive a scowl and middle finger in return.

"You can turn that frown upside down. My plans are coming to fruition, and we'll be moving soon," Lux drawled, watching the sleepy girl perk up at his words.

"What plans? All you've done is laze around when not keeping me awake with your constant… nightly activities," Rose accused, making him smirk.

It was true. He had been taking it pretty easy for the past week, but she didn't know about all the work his undead were putting in behind the scenes.

Still, he'd gained some valuable insight into the Essence of Creation during his leisurely activities.

Lux could only guess it was because Bellatrix was considered an 'important character,' but either way, he'd gained a small amount of essence for stealing the mad witch away from her master.

He also got a little insight into how the Essence judged his feat. Because he took the easy path by brainwashing the psychopath, the amount he gained was far less than what he otherwise could have received.

On top of that, his undead minions running around, making a ruckus, brought in a small but steady stream of essence. He figured he was gaining more from this because he was actually doing something rather than taking the easiest path of simply walking into the Lord's keep and mind-controlling all the higher-ups of this land.

He wondered how much he'd have gained if he started at the bottom, gaining the allegiance of a small settlement and eventually leading a revolution with the small folk willingly joining his cause.

But that would have put his plans of living a life of luxury on hold. Maybe he'd try out that path in another place after conquering Skagos.

"I wouldn't expect a little lass like yourself to understand my intricate machinations at play," Lux told the girl, who just rolled her eyes and went about her morning business.

A New God's Conquest

Thorrick Magnar, heaving for air and covered in blood, pulled his axe from the skull of what must have been the hundredth moving corpse of the night.

Exhausted, Thorrick moved behind his line of men, a fresh warrior replacing his spot as he slumped to the ground with his back to the wall.

Now he could only lament not taking what the small folk claimed seriously.

Days after his best man-at-arms should have returned, the truth made itself blatantly obvious. No man returned to the keep alive, and when none remained to leave out of fear, that's when the dead started pounding on their walls.

He'd tried sending riders to Houses Crowl and Stane, hoping they weren't in the same situation and could provide aid. But even if the messenger managed to make it, he figured his fellow Lords would rather see his house fall than come to the rescue.

Thorrick looked to the sky. The dawn would soon break, giving them the respite they needed to last another day.

For whatever reason, the wights would retreat at first light, dragging his fallen men back to the forests that were now a forbidden land.

So many good years, all for it to come crumbling down around him, he lamented. His eldest son was torn apart the first night by their unexpected attack, and his second-born just the next.

He couldn't have excused the two from the battle, not when every boy older than two and ten was forced to man the walls. Now his only remaining heirs were but seven name days, while the other was still sucking at the teet.

Was this the gods' punishment? If it was, he didn't know what he'd done to deserve this.

Seeing a section of the line of men collapsing, Thorrick got to his feet, no time for him to continue bemoaning the whims of gods.

With their Lord back in the fray, his men's morale stayed strong enough to at least get through the night.

Thorrick slumped onto a bench, now back inside his keep after the battle. He looked around, finding more injured than the last, letting out a sigh at the depressing sight.

The number of small folk seeking refuge that couldn't contribute to defense had been steadily decreasing. Not from the wights, but because their food stores couldn't handle the influx of mouths to feed.

It was nothing new to the old Lord. Before this long summer, they'd done what needed to be done to survive the harsh northern winters, and they'd likely continue to do so for years to come… that's if this wasn't the end for all life on Skagos.

A New God's Conquest

Rose crawled out of her comfortable enough tent; another night without getting enough sleep.

She scowled looking at the stupidly attractive teen enjoying the morning air in nothing but his underwear, deciding to ignore him this time.

Before she turned away, though, she couldn't help but take a peek at the manhood the flimsy cloth couldn't hide. He was a man where it counted, she thought, biting her lower lip.

Her face quickly heated after noticing his knowing smirk; fuck, she'd been caught. So she retreated back to her tent, not thinking she would be able to look anyone in the eye for the rest of the day.

Seriously, could she really be blamed? She was nearly a woman, after all. Sure, she had very little experience, only pleasuring herself on occasion, too worried about getting caught by her bunkmates at the castle and dreading what her aunt would say.

But now that she had a room–well it was a tent–to herself, and the constant sounds of pleasure resounding through the night, Rose couldn't help the dirty thoughts constantly running through her mind.

Rose could barely admit to herself that she knew a silencing charm that would let her get proper rest, but the feeling of slipping a hand down her bottoms to the sounds of the two's arousing moans was too good to pass up.

Just thinking about it now got her feeling a certain kind of way. And considering she would be spending the day in her tent, she decided she could take care of those naughty needs about now.

Unfortunately, immediately after slipping off her trousers, Rose heard someone knocking on her tent post, making her scramble up and frantically pull her clothes back on.

"Wakey, wakey, it's time to pack up camp and move into our new house," she heard Lux's annoying voice from outside.

Grumbling, she grabbed her wand before leaving her tent, unable to meet the eyes of the man she'd been about to touch herself to.

"So, where is this new home you've been talking about?" she asked.

"Oh, you'll see," he replied, his voice colder than anything she'd heard him say before.

Maybe because of all the shit she's been through, she was starting to have a bad feeling about today.

Lux snapped his fingers, his cabin and her tent collapsing in on themselves before flying into a small briefcase that Bellatrix picked up.

Like all the other magic she'd seen him use, she was again surprised by the ease he showed. Maybe she could get him to teach her some time.

As she again took his offered hand, her surroundings changed, giving her a view of large wooden walls and similarly wooden structures within.

That didn't keep her attention for long. She took a step back after noticing the warriors armed to the teeth with pitch-black skin and glowing golden eyes.

The sight made her shiver. While they had a distinct human form, their features put her on edge.

Before she could demand answers from Lux, her apprehension turned to horror. Rows and rows of unmoving bodies lined the walls. Turning to the person who presumably knew what was going on, she froze, noticing the cold smile he had on his face as he looked on.

"L-Lux… w-what's going on here?" she stammered, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. She'd seen death, but nothing like this.

"You see, I figured the people occupying the house I wanted wouldn't take kindly to a peaceful eviction notice. Worry not, my dear, this will all be over soon," he explained, the nonchalant way he described this massacre making her lose any courage to ask further questions.

Was this really the person she'd been enjoying her time bantering with?

Now she guessed it made sense that he'd become so close with The Dark Lord's insane follower.

But what was she supposed to do about it? Even with magic, she didn't like her chances of surviving in this foreign world. Was following a man that might be worse than Voldemort really her best option?

Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she decided it was probably safer here than out there alone. Still, she didn't have the courage to speak, simply following along as they approached the large gate.

As they walked, the scattered corpses blocking the way simply vanished with a casual wave of Lux's arm before one of the larger warriors stepped forward.

"Surrender the keep and submit to your new ruler," the low raspy voice somehow being heard clear as day even from a distance.

Not receiving an answer, she saw Lux step forward, cracking his knuckles before drawing his wand. A large fiery beam silently flew from the tip, the largest use of the blasting charm Rose had ever seen, vaporizing the wooden gate off its hinges.

Lux's warriors stormed the walls, and all she could hear were whimpering moans and murmurs of 'The Others' and 'The Night King'.

She entered with Lux, noticing who she assumed to be the guards of this place, beaten and battered, barely able to make a stand as Lux's warriors held them at spearpoint.

"So, you've finally shown yourself, warlock. Well, get it over with, and may the gods smite you down," one of the burlier men stepped forward, spitting on the ground.

"Heh, I was going to give some of your men a chance to live, but not after what I've seen," Lux casually commented. "Kill them all," he ordered, and she could see the evil smirk on his face.

"No!" she managed to shout through the fear, making him raise a hand, all of his warriors stopping their advance.

She didn't know what he saw, but she couldn't just let him slaughter the basically defenseless group right in front of her.

He turned to her, an almost gentle look on his face, putting a hand on her shoulder that she nearly flinched from. "Rose, everything is not as simple as it seems," he claimed. "Cain, take Rose to the kitchens."

"If you still want me to spare them after, you can have it your way," Lux said before she was dragged off by the large man she figured was Cain.

She didn't know what he was playing at, but without any other choice, not with the iron grip around her upper arm, she was dragged along. Maybe she should have run after all.

Entering one of the buildings, the metallic smell in the air stung her nostrils. When she found what was waiting for her inside, she immediately emptied her stomach.

She hadn't eaten breakfast, but what little was left from dinner, along with what felt like all of her stomach acid, was now on the ground.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Children, younger than herself, pinned up like animals on the walls, their small body parts in pieces on the counters.

Could people really do this? She wanted to believe this whole day was simply a nightmare.

The people that did this were monsters.

She was so out of it that she didn't even notice herself being led back to the courtyard where the people—no, monsters—of this place waited for her judgment.

"Well?" he asked, making her look down.

"I-I don't think they should live," she choked out, tears running down her face.

And as Lux's soldiers advanced, she didn't have it in herself to have sympathy for the men's pained cries, only mourning the death of so many children at the hands of these monsters.