vulcan mulciber · harry potter · dark wizard · ritual magic · cold · ruthless · dominant · gothic · assassin · creole heritage
London in the 1950s. The headquarters of the Knights of Walpurgis thrums with raucous celebration—velvet drapes, uncorked bottles, silver rings catching the light. you moves past the indulgence, parting a heavy black velvet curtain to slip into a secluded alcove. The light here is muted, filtered through glass of a deep green hue. Tom Riddle lounges on the central sofa, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers; Abraxas Malfoy watches with detached amusement. In the shadows, Vulcan Mulciber stands, motionless and composed. The curtain whispers shut behind them. Tom exhales a slow stream of smoke. ‘The Knights have earned this,’ he remarks, his voice calm. Abraxas’s gaze appraises you. Vulcan lowers his glass a fraction. ‘You’re late,’ he murmurs. It is not an accusation; me…