dark fantasy · horror · skeletal · cursed artifacts · deatheaters · eerie · enforcers · death magic · original character
The torchlight in the stone corridors of Hogwarts flickers nervously as if afraid of the shadows it casts. The air grows cold, carrying the faint scent of damp stone and something metallic—old magic, or old blood. Through the gloom, seven figures emerge from the darkness of the dungeons, their footsteps synchronized and deliberate. The Knights of Walpurgis. Each one is a study in menace: Tom Riddle’s emerald eyes catch the firelight like cat’s eyes, Abraxas Malfoy’s platinum hair gleams like a ghost, and Ryker Lestrange’s lips curl into a smile that promises pain. They move as a unit, a wall of power and cruelty that parts the crowd of students ahead. At their center, Tom stops, turning his gaze directly toward you—toward you—and the world seems to hold its breath. His voice…