#evil mc

You sit in your room, alone. The rooms provided for the participants for the test on the blood corpse valley are surprisingly well maintained. For all you cared you thought they'd just give each of the participants a shack to stay in. That would have been fine for you. You don't come from wealth you come from dirt poor parents that had to sell you off to the shamans of Cheonji. From a young age you had a strange affinity to evil spirts and forces. You remember having little to eat, consuming fistfuls of dirt to sate your hunger. You remember throwing up more than you ever ate due to consuming anything from hunger. Your parents never particularly cared, all you got was the apathetic, sometimes pitying gaze of your mother. Her bones sticking out, you got a father who refused to acknowledge neither you nor your mother. Looking back you suppose you can't blame them, they didn't have enough to feed themselves. They got thrown out of their village due to you, they figured that maybe if you starved to death it would relive them from the influence of the dark spirits that took away their good fortune......

You were dirty, never having anything but torn rags clinging to you. You remember the strangely dressed masked men, their faces and bodies covered head to toe in black clothing. You remember seeing joy in your father's eyes for the first time as he clung to the leader's leg and thanked him. You remember your mother crying. The men took you away in a bullock cart and you didn't protest. You realised as you grew among them, never allowed to leave or question their decisions that you were now a part of Cheonji. It took you a few more years to realise the tremendous fear the name of your master created in the martial world. Due to your ability to sense grudges without any training they had bought you to make you one of their shamans. Your master said you had potential. They said you had *value*. Even after all these years, you feel guilty about it. You know you shouldn't feel happy to be bought, to be sold by your own parents. But your talent in handling grudges and spiritual techniques was valued here. Your diseases and malnutrition were cured by the healers. For the first time....you had a purpose, you didn't mind that it was forced onto you.

You sighed as you sat on the bed, thinking about these things. It wasn't unexpected for you to be sent to Blood Corpse Valley, the vassals of Chenji always sent their prodigies to the test. The chance to become a disciple of one of the peak lords of Cheonji was a competition. Candidates like you were considered perfect to be sent, young and talented people from poor backgrounds. People get a rare mix of ambitious youngsters willing to kill to prove their worth mixed with expendable material. That was why Bi Yongheon, your master had sent you.

Your eyes are wide open as you stare at the ceiling, heart beating frantically as you grip the sheets on the bed. The second test was just over, you hadn't changed your bloodstone clothes. *What was that?* You were terrified of the young boy with the demonic eyes. You remember he wore black clothes with red linings, his long hair loosely tied and his red eyes.....To you he was a picture of monstrosity. He had killed the demon boar and defeated everyone in the test. When you saw him, you already knew you stood no chance against demon like him. What terrified you about him more than his sadistic ferocity was that look he gave you. That single look of realisation when he saw you look at one of his bonded grudges, he recognised your look exactly as it was. That was what made the adrenaline pump in your ears, *he knew you could see them too....*

Your roommates wouldn't be coming back today, you were going to be all alone in this luxurious, well furnished room for the first time in your life. You were paralysed with fear, breathing quickly, your heartbeat erratic as if it was still running to save itself.

You flinch when you hear the knock on the wood, it is midnight. You sit up instantly, should you open the door? There is a knock again. No, you decided you should not. Silence. You get up, looking to be aware of any suspicious movements as you walk the length of the room and slide open the door. Your eyes freeze in an expression of terror when you see him. Those same cold and demonic red eyes looking back at you with a smile. "May I come in?" You step back, still staring at him, your mind goes back to the fields......when people were killing eachother at his order. You step back and he enters the room, sliding the door to close it. He takes the liberty to sit in the chair next to one of the beds previously by your deceased roommate. The raw stench of death qi from him makes you still as he passes you. You are still standing at the door when he makes himself comfortable. Your heart was telling you to run, your mind was telling you that won't work. Not this time. You take your time, being cautious as you walk towards him. He gives you your time, sitting with closed eyes, smiling. Waiting for you to come close.

"You saw...the chains?" *Wow...so direct* you think. You nod, eyes going to that tiny wooden doll in the neckline of his jeogori. He takes a breath, placing one leg above the other as he looks at you. "Tell me....do you have a tendency to see things?" "I'm a shaman". He raised an eyebrow. You could feel the immense resentment and power emanating from the doll, he had such a powerfull spirit vesseled in the doll. It made you nervous. He was thinking silently. "Well (reader).....you've made quite a problem for me". The pressure was building, you were sensitive to spirits. You could feel the effects of even being in the presence of such a powerful blue spirit grudge.

Suddenly...your hand shot out and grabbed the wooden doll. His eyes widened, you caught him off guard but he didn't fail to react. You feel an iron grip on the hand that held blue, you feel the coolness of steel on the skin of your throat. You feel eyes boring down at you with cold analysis. You shiver in fear as he leans closer "Work for me". You nod, still holding the wooden doll. All your instincts telling you to chuck it out. He doesn't let go, the knife to your throat draws a drop of blood.

-Lucifer, Mammon, Karasu...even Simeon, Raphael, and Our baby son/brother luke have a secret...that they will hide from the others who arent of avian...THEY CANT SEE GLASS-They cant see it...The number of times they crashed into a window or now in modern times glass doors are unmeasurable-NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO KNOW...wanna know why?... Cuz birds can't see glass

-Barbatos always gets handmade cards from Luke, Diavolo, and the LilD's for fathers day, He is always surprised when he gets them...but as soon as he gets in his bedroom he cries...and shows Lucifer what he got as another "Demon Parent"

-The Demon Queen, Lilith, Thirteen, and Mc meet up once a full moon wot get away from the brothers, and royalty and just relax and have 'Girl Time"(Yes they invite you even if you are a Male cuz who WOULDNT wanna just be with these 3 strong ladies and relax from drama)

-Mc is allowed to join in the tortures or decide tortures in the Devildom equivalent of a courtroom, Only Lucifer, Barbatos, and Solomon know what you do to the poor souls in charge of you...You put the person in a room and put it on repeat I like to Move it...or make the demon watch Pixar Movies...or Paddington movies, Before they know the demon is crying and repenting for their actions

-Leviathan, Asmo, Satan, and The twins All have Mammon Magazines they really admire Mammon, Given Mammon was more of the emotionally intelligent authority figure...They always donate to his "Secret" Organizations to Help the ones in need

-Mammon secretly has scrapbooks of everyone he considers family, from Lucifer to his younger brothers when they were babies to now even You...Only Lucifer knows of that hobby

-We all know Satan Has called Lucifer dad more than once ALL THE BROTHERS HAVE-BUT I NEED YOU GUYS TO OPEN YOUR MIND AND REALIZED...THAT-...THE YOUNGER BROTHERS HAVE INDEED CALLED MAMMON "MOM" MORE THAN ONCE IN THEIR LIFE!?

-Solomon bought a house in the human world, he saw it on the market and saw life with you and him there...getting married...having kids... growing old, But he hasn't told you...The House is empty but Solomon sometimes comes in to fantasize, Hoping one day if he has the chance...If you give him a chance...then maybe soon the house won't be empty

[ Also it is mentioned that they speak Latin however Latin is NOT the language of the devil, please understand its an old language and I was simply trying to make a fanfiction ]

A blonde woman walked to the dungeon where her father was tied to his cell, oh my~ the thrill she felt in watching him struggle, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web. Only this man was the man who had killed her brother, Ashil. He forced her into learning the art of seduction at a young age, she hadn’t deserved this treatment but now she was disgusted, disgusted that she had turned into the very being she had sworn to never become. Even if she were to die, she would not go to heaven and she knew it.

“If I can’t get to heaven, I will raise hell,”

She had set the mansion on fire trapping everyone inside it as the doors and windows were sealed with black magic, she knew that no one in this family would make their way into heaven with the exception of her mother. Her goal was to destroy Agriche, which meant everyone, even herself. 

However it bothered her, if she were to die she would see them again. She did not wish to catch even a glimpse of anyone from her revolting family. Flipping through the pages of an old book on dark magic, a specific page caught her eye, it was about selling your soul to satan and spending an eternity being by his side. No one had ever dared to do this before as the process would not only take your life but damage your soul and block out your pathway to either heaven or hell. With nothing to lose, Y/n picked up a bottle of deadly nightshade and recited the chant

“ I, Y/n Agriche, first daughter of Lant Agriche and Sierra Agriche hereby declare that I detach myself from the world. Take my soul, body and mind, I agree to surrender to thee,”

After chanting this 666 times, Y/n picked up the bottle of deadly nightshade and drew a satanic sigil on her tongue using the poison. Nightshade poison was a poison that even Y/n’s venomous body was having a hard time handling. She then took a dagger and stabbed her heart,

“I do not wish to feel any longer Lord Satan, please respect my decision,” She fell to the floor, black liquid dripping from her mouth and blood staining her dress. Her red eyes had grown and an even darker shade signifying that darkness had taken over her, as if she wasn’t sinful enough she would now become even more evil.

Deep red eyes blinked slightly, her dress looked as good as new, not a single drop of blood, her chest did not feel tight due to the poison any longer. Taking in her surroundings she was no longer at the AGriche estate, the ancient book must have been accurate. She was in a seemingly filthy room that seemed like it needed to be cleaned. Books were scattered all over the room, however scanning over the texts they seemed to be written in Latin, the language of the devil himself. The ancient book was also written in Latin, fortunately for Y/n she had learned the language as a child and could speak, read, understand and write it perfectly. She turned to see that there was a window and the view was spectacular, everything seemed so dark and gloomy. Something that this new Y/n loved. She couldn’t wait to make the people here suffer and cry. Sacrificing her heart to Satan she now had no sympathy left, the older Y/n would have been disgusted but now just like Dion she was empty. The place where her heart should be felt hollow. Just then a man with hair a few shades lighter than hers walked in. He had to admit, the woman standing before him was immensely beautiful.

“What are you doing in my room?” He asked the gold haired woman who had been looking out his window

“Hm? Me? I sacrificed my soul to Satan,” Her emotions were back, perhaps it was because this man was Satan and since she had stabbed her own heart, he had it and whenever she was around him she would feel human. It was quite interesting, whenever she would be around this man she would feel? 

“You sacrificed your soul to me? That explains why I have been feeling strange,” Satan murmured

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did I not feel anything strong? When someone sacrifices their soul to me I feel a strong presence however your presence was faint,” He asked

“I had read in the book that if you are more impure than the devil then your presence would feel faint, perhaps that could be why,” Y/n answered

“Ah, that explains it. However, what could have made such a lovely woman like you so impure?” He asked

“You may ask Lord Barbatos that, he is aware of everything and I do not wish to personally answer that question,” Y/n said

“Alright, I respect your wishes then,” Satan furrowed his brow, she was quite mysterious, it bothered him. He had never known so little about someone. He made a mental note to ask Barbaratos about this woman later, perhaps in the meantime he should introduce you to his brothers.

“How about I show you around? Perhaps you could get acquainted with my brothers,” Satan offered

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Y/n followed behind Satan as he showed her the house of lamination.

“Lord Satan, would I still be considered human or am I a demon now?” Y/n asked humming with amusement

“You are most definitely not human any longer my lady, however I have a sneaking suspicion that you will become like my brothers, you will be an avatar,” He hummed

“That is for Barbaratos to find out,” He continued

“Ah, are we headed towards Barbatos? I would like to know, what is going to happen,” Y/n cocked her head to the side to look at Satan

“He has most likely seen the future and is here,” Satan spoke, as if it was something casual.

“Very well then,” Y/n said

Sure to his word, Barbaratos was seated next to what seemed to be the Demon king, Lord Diavolo was it? His so-called ‘brothers’ were not present, besides it's not like they were important anyway. She just needed to find out what was going to happen to her

“I’m assuming you're here for answers, Lady Agriche?” Barbaratos asked

She flinched upon hearing the name Agriche, she was no longer an Agriche she had destroyed herself for a reason.

“Ah my apologies for interrupting you however Lord Barbaratos I am no longer an Agriche, so please refrain from referring to me as such,” Y/n spoke gently

“Ah of course Lady Y/n, you are an upper class demon, quite similar to Satan, while he is the avatar of wrath, you are the avatar of seduction and manipulation,” Barbaratos smiled

“You will stay with the brothers since they are all avatars as well,” Diavolo chimed in, hoping he could befriend the stunning lady.

“May I know what other avatars there are,” Y/n inquired

“Well there’s the eldest Lucifer, he is the avatar of pride and then there’s the second eldest Mammon, the avatar of greed, Satan, you have met him, Asmodeus, avatar of lust, Beezulbub, avatar of gluttony, and last Belphegor, avatar of sloth, you might need to be careful with him. He won’t be pleased with the fact you were human,” Diavolo explained

‘Won’t be pleased with the fact that I was human? That's preposterous, humans are far more pure than demons, however in my case that's a lie i’m even more tainted and impure than the avatar of wrath himself’ you thought

Perhaps, it would be a little fun to rile up the human hating demon. You truly did enjoy watching people lose their composure, it was pitiful how they would scream and cry and yell. Anger was such an entertaining emotion, Y/n enjoyed how people would lose their minds over something so futile.

She knew what she would be doing next, she would find Belphegor and perhaps have some fun with him. Until then she would need to gain the trust of the avatars. Satan showed her to her room, it was quite small but if she would stay here for eternity she could learn to manage living in such a miniature room. She explored the small place, It had a lot of plants around what a perfect place for her poisonous butterflies. That's when it hit her, she was no longer human anymore, so would she still possess the abilities she had when she was human, it would be a shame if she couldn’t as she had worked day and night to get those abilities and earn herself an upper place in the rankings based on strength. 

Pulling out a dagger from the pocket of her red dress she slowly slit the side of her wrist, hanging it in the air as she saw hordes of red butterflies approach, hungry for her poisonous blood. Ah, so it seemed that she still had her butterflies, she still remembered her most important spells, and she still had her knowledge of poisons. It seemed as if nothing had changed except her environment and just that if Lord Satan isn’t within a ten mile range of her she would lose her emotions. After feeding off Y/n’s blood, the butterflies that had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere made themselves a home on the plants. Y/n felt extremely tired and decided to get a small nap, she could not sleep for longer than two hours or someone in the mansion might try to kill her in her sleep, only now she was not in her mansion. However, it still wouldn’t hurt to be cautious. Placing a jeweled dagger under her pillow and a bottle of Aconite under her pillow, A lethal weapon and venom should be more than enough protection while she relaxed for a few hours. She placed her head on the pillow and drifted off into sleep, being a light sleeper she would wake up if anyone were to walk through her bedroom door. 

Meanwhile, everyone had gathered in the living room to discuss the presence of the new avatar. Lucifer had sent out a few people to get information about her and Barbatos had always known. He knew her darkside, he simply knew everything about this new avatar, she was much more cruel than anyone in this mansion. It was not Y/n who needed to be cautious but the brothers, especially Belphegor.

“Well Barbatos, you know about her!! So, tell us!! I haven’t even seen what she looks like!” Asmo pouted

“She is absolutely stunning, the succubus who won the beauty pageant could not compare to her beauty in the least,” Diavolo answered for Barbatos

“UUU now I want to meet her!!” Asmo whined

“Something about her is quite sinister, do you happen to know Barbatos?” Satan asked

By now all eyes were on Satan

“If someone sacrifices their soul to me I feel a strong presence but Y/n’s presence was faint which implies that she is more impure than me,” Satan continued

“What could she have possibly done to make her more impure than the most feared demon in the human world?” Lucifer wondered

Barbatos remained quiet, he knew of everything she had done but it was far too disturbing to let them know. Lord Diavolo was still a child in his eyes and he seemed to be fond of the beauty, he would not discuss her in front of his Lord. 

Y/n Agriche, fell for evil at such a young age. She could never learn to love, she was inhuman even before she became a demon, she never had the morals of a human. Murder was a game to her, however in this game of chess the queen destroyed the king.

“My Lord, you have work to get done, please consider leaving. I will discuss further things with the brothers,” Barbatos suggested. He wanted Diavolo to leave so that he could expose the true nature of this Agriche woman. Diavolo huffed in a childish manner and left the room, he wanted to talk about Y/n more!! It was a simple puppy crush but she was simply so elegant. He had never seen a woman look so refined and beautiful. 

“I assume you're going to tell us more serious things now that he is gone?” Satan hummed, he had been waiting for this moment. He wanted to know more about her, she simply refused to tell him anything!

“You would be correct, it's quite a long list so please do take a seat,” Barbatos spoke in a calm manner, adjusting his seat slightly.

Asmodus took a seat in front of Barbatos where Satan sat next to his favorite brother. Beelzebub sat down next to Levi who had been too busy clicking at his tablet to even know what the conversation was about. Mammon took a seat at the left of Barbatos while Lucifer elegantly sat down on the seat to the right of Barbatos.

“Well for starters, she is part of the Agriche family-”

“MAMMON WOULD YOU PAY SOME ATTENTION” Lucifer yelled at a white haired boy who was busy staring into space

“Oh-uh YEAH,” He stumbled with words while Lucifer gave him an intimidating glare

They suddenly felt a bone-chilling aura, it looked beyond annoyed, everyone turned to look at Barbatos who was smiling through his anger.

“Now if I could please speak without interruptions, I must get to my Lord, please do not waste my time,” He seethed

“I apologize on the behalf of my brothers, please do continue,” Lucifer murmured, this is the first time he has ever felt intimidated. 

“Very well then, Y/n’s family is a family of psychopaths, they kill for the fun of it. Y/n’s father Lant Agriche has six wives. 2 of them are his cousins while 3 are women he has kidnapped, only Maria Agriche became his wife willingly,” Barbtos started

“When Y/n was younger she was not that evil, she also had a kind hearted elder brother, Ashil Agriche but he died after failing a test conducted by Y/n’s father, Lant and since he did not want useless children he made his other son, Dion dispose off her brother. Ashil was killed and it was a wake up call for Y/n to become evil like the rest of her family or she would suffer the same fate. She missed Ashil and to get revenge on him she began plotting the downfall of Agriche. She hated everyone in her family to the point where she killed them all and then sacrificed her own soul to you, Satan. She just didn’t want to end up in the same place as the rest of her family,” Barabatos continued

“Sounds like a cool villain origin story!” Leviathan chimed in, only to be glared at by Barbatos who was no quite finished

“In her lifetime she has mass murdered hundreds of people, and seduced her half brother so that she could get help to finish off the Agriche,” Barabtos said

“How scandalous! If she truly is as beautiful as Diavolo said she was I wouldn’t mind in the least being seduced by her,” Asmo drooled

“I heard she became an avatar, if you wouldn’t mind me asking what avatar did she become?” Lucifer inquired politely, he did not want to anger Barbatos.

“She is the avatar of Seduction and manipulation,” Barbatos answered

“I suppose that was to be expected,” Lucifer murmured

“Having fun? I’m sure I must be quite the interesting topic,” A breathtaking blonde walked into the room and took a seat next to Mammon, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her beautiful face. She had such a strong presence.

Asmo gasped, Lord Diavolo simply did no justice to her beauty, Lucifer simply gave her an acknowledging nod, Satan bit his lip in anticipation this woman was powerful and he could feel it, Beelzebub complimented her.  

 “Hmm Lady Y/n, you are awfully dazzling. Don’t you think the two of us would be perfect for each other? We would make a great couple!!” Asmodeus squealed

“ You're simply going to use me for my body. Don't play games with me, you are not capable of playing with someone who made it in the first place,” Y/n shot him a cold glare, which made him shut up. She was beautiful in the most twisted way possible, the beauty in blood and dark. Yet there was no one quite as divine and hellishly bewitching than her. 

SUMMARY: [NOT RP - lolol i really do need to make a separate writing tumblr but i'm too lazy.] Continuing this little writing exercise from an old Drabble of my MC flipping the switch to go evil vs. the existing HL Storyline. Future Seb goes good, MC continues with the Dark Arts instead. (Sort of evil Theo?? But more so because Theo is an easy self insert and I just wanted to write cliche drama). Also I needed practice....I haven't written in forever I SUCK

She twirls the wand in her fingers, idly, as if it wasn’t it a thing that had caused so much chaos. 

Not all of it bad.

… And yet not all of it good, to be sure. 

Supple. Dragon Heartstring. A soft spiral making it even easier to curl in her grasp… so easy, in fact, that she hardly had to flick a wrist to cast each unforgivable curse that had made her so damned the last few years. 

Her crouched form perches at the edge of a rooftop paralleling the pub, watching the rain falling in splattered movements against the world.

She watches as the drops hit against the buildings, noting their chaos. Perhaps not everything that comes from the heavens lands safely at first. 

She stands slowly, before catapulting herself to the street below. Landing, she peers from under her hood. As suspected, no one is around to wonder why there is a woman launching herself from the rooftops…but as she peers into the windows of the old pub, she does see the outline of one figure who is here, waiting for her. 

Despite her better judgement, she enters The Three Broomsticks. She wonders what enchantments had to be put forth tonight for the meeting to happen. On both the pub, and the pub’s owner. She knew there was only one person who could convince Sirona of anything.

She peers back at the building as she enters, disregarding that thought for the time being. To any other tonight, the popular haunt would look as if it had been closed for repair…. But, to her….it looks just as it did all those years ago. 

She listens to  the familiar crackle of the fire against the increasing volume of rain pattering against the window outside For a moment that is the only sound that exists until…

“Theo.” 

It was a sound that still carried the same sense of amused interest that it had the last time she had heard it.

Actually, no.

The last time she had heard it it was less of amused interest and more…begging…instead. Pleading. Desperate shouting. So she draws her wand towards the direction of him.

“Don’t come any closer.” 

Theo circled where Sebastian Sallow sat, his fingers drumming impatiently in one of the booths, his face partially covered by a shadow, and the smile just as crooked as she remembered it. 

She kept an even permiter, moving slowly, as if trying to find the most strategic line to approach an enraged Graphorn. In both situations....there was likely no way graceful way to do it. 

His grin spread as he noticed her hesitancy, and it only seemed to amuse him further. 

“That hurts, Devlin. Last time I saw you, your request of my proximity to you had quite the different tune.” 

Theo scoffed. 

“And I got quite burnt didn’t I? Forgive me for being older, and wiser Sallow.” 

He didn’t respond for the present moment, instead he stood, inching towards her. He took her in as he came into the light. The battered armor, the torn cloak. A scar across her cheek that hadn’t ben there before. She could have almost sworn she saw something in his face soften, but how quickly it flicked back to assessing again. 

But he wasn’t the only one doing so. As he moved, she countered. They rotated around the table in tandem, like two halves of a heavy scale struggling to maintain it’s balance, the pieces of a chess board beginning to move.

“Older. Yes. But from the looks of you….doesn’t seem as though you’ve found any gentler sort of pursuits. I’ve heard you’ve been dabbling in some….Dark Arts, Theo. And here I thought that was supposed to be my specialty.” He tuts and she laughs darkly, shaking her head. 

“The irony isn’t lost on me. What can I say - guess I luckily spent  enough time with you during our school years that it did provide some benefit.” 

Again, she swears there is an emotion that flicks through his eyes, but it’s too quick for her to draw a conclusion. Perhaps her wand would not be necessary for the blows she needed to land tonight. She twirls it in warning anyhow, still drawn as his own wand remains in his holster. Under that badge that she just notices. It has her gritting her teeth. 

“And look at you and that shiny new Auror badge! My, Sebastian. Ominis must be so proud.” 

She says the other name she had dared to not utter all these past years. The name of the one person she had probably hurt the most. It was all she could do in this moment to not remember the look of betrayal in his cloudy eyes when he had found exactly out how many times she had used Imperio on him. 

Sebastian gritted through his own teeth. He had taken up the position as the only path he could see forward for retribution. To use what he had learned about the dark arts to stop any further damage for those out in the world who had been as stupid as he. Especially after Anne had died. He had lost one of the last things that mattered to him..  And when he had needed her most…Theo had left too.

“Yes." He forced out. "Not that you would know much about how Ominis is doing - you don’t tend to write much, do you Theo? Too busy casting unforgivables I suppose.” 

She swallowed around something stuck in her throat. No. There would be no wands necessary to lay wounds tonight. She growled out in frustration, finally lowering her wand.

“Then what the hell did you want from me then, Sebastian? If you and Ominis are so busy being wonderful in your new noble lives then what could you possibly need from me?!” His expression darkened as she shouted at him, but he didn’t respond. She hadn’t realized how shallow her breath had gotten. She inhaled, repeating again slowly through her gritted teeth, “What. Do. You. Want.”

His own mind flashed back to their last week’s together. The desperation in her own voice. How Theo had tried desperately to use Isadora’s magic to heal Anne. How it had started becoming less and less effective. How she had given it all, and it wasn’t enough. How she had taken on the blame herself, shutting them all out. Until she had left without another word two nights after Anne had passed. Until they had heard that she had become an agent for hire…using her ancient magic for all types of illicit reasons. He could only party blame himself that she felt that it was the only thing she had to turn to. In some ways, Anne’s death had caused them to all abandon each other. 

Sebastian inhaled this time. “I…I want to..” He cursed. Glaring at her then starting over with a weak smile. 

“Let’s help each other. If you…can lend us some of your ancient magic, I can get you a pardon from the Ministry. You help us, you start over.”

Theo considered his words. Her gaze iced over, and yet she asked, “And if I don’t want to help you again? Last time I agreed to that it didn’t quite work out so well for me.” 

Sebastian’s grin disappeared. “Then…I’ve been given orders by the ministry. They’ll have me arrest you.” 

There wasn’t even time for awkward silence to broach the space between them before Theo’s hurt laugh barked through the air. 

“Arrest me? Is that so?” She moved before he had a chance to draw his wand, her own at his throat. 

“Then do it, Sallow. Arrest me.” She watched his expression change from shock to….approval. He swallowed. He was trying to hide it. But she saw it all the same. And for some reason, the swell of some emotion in her that rose at his approval killed her. She cursed as she tore away from him with a sound of disgust,  “..That’s what I thought.” 

His chuckle froze her in her step, but she didn’t turn around. His words drawled out.

“I guess this time I’ll let you pass. As you did for me all those years ago. Seems only fair, hm?” 

Theo scoffed. 

“Yes. Because we’ve alway let fairness rule our decisions, hm? You know who else does that? Fools.” 

Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy: Sallow Grave story line

Evil MC at the King's service - or even doing things as bloody as they want - would not only be scary, it would be terrifying.

Keeping in mind that later on Evaine is the only one able to keep up with MC in combat and only for a limited amount of time, MC would be unstoppable.