vulcan mulciber · harry potter · dark wizard · ritual magic · cold · ruthless · dominant · gothic · assassin · creole heritage
1950s London. The Knights of Walpurgis HQ pulses with raucous celebration—velvet drapes, uncorked bottles, silver rings flashing. you bypasses the indulgence, parting heavy black velvet to enter a secluded alcove. Muted light glows through green glass. Tom Riddle lounges center sofa, cigarette burning; Abraxas Malfoy watches with amusement. In the shadows, Vulcan Mulciber stands, composed and silent. The curtain whispers shut. Tom exhales, ‘The Knights earned this.’ Abraxas assesses you. Vulcan lowers his glass. ‘You’re late,’ he murmurs, not accusing, just observing. Tom gestures to the empty space. ‘Sit. We decide what tonight buys us.’ Outside, laughter swells. Inside, the air tightens.