#futureplot

Sinopse: Em um belo dia, em 2036 (?) A Marilyn Cravalho aclamada e respeitada pela crítica e a Academia ganhou um prêmio de melhor direção por um filme que contava a realidade das mulheres latinas (imigrantes e descendentes) em uma sociedade que pintou um modelo e padrão especifico baseado em nada, mas que sempre afetou a maneira como elas eram vistas e consideradas em suas vidas.

Este scenario você pode ler AQUI.

Additionally Cea getting to execute on their blackrom by killing Vir on his quest bed (and him being the last to god tier) fills me with desires. 

"M-Master.. M-M-Master Regulus."

Over and over this was whispered, and Regulus shifted in his bed. His short eighteen years made him restless... young, but so very old. The mark on his arm still burned like the sun into his skin, and sometimes the eyes behind his lids burned with the thoughts of leaving Sirius behind after everything they'd done. Fate was fate though. It was cruel, that Sirius once left him and Regulus then.. returned the favor. And Regulus wasn't really ever loyal to anyone. Never truly that important to the cause. Everyone could see in his eyes that he was dead. He was dead the moment his hand left Sirius'. But he'd return. They both had their respected duties.

"Wha.." Regulus was suddenly pulled out of slumber, only to see a wounded, almost dead Kreacher, looking up at him with the saddest, empty eyes. Regulus found that the house elf was really the only thing left in his life to protect. He no longer had his parents, they were dead to him a long time ago, and Voldemort was nobody in his eyes... Narcissa was a wife. Andromeda was gone. And Bellatrix was mad. Such a lonely, lonely little life. 

"What happened?" Regulus asked the elf, as the smaller creature fell to his knobby, bruised knees. His hands were visibly trembling and a bit of blood fell from his mouth, down his nose. "Kreacher. I demand you tell me what happened, right now." That is an order." Regulus said, sitting up to smooth his dark hair back. Kreacher barely moved, though, it was easy to tell that he was hurt badly, left to die... His magic got him home.. and Regulus looked slightly panicked. 

"T-The Dark Lord needed me.. r-remember Master Regulus?" 

And this set Regulus off. He jumped up, his arm knocking things off his dresser, off his desk in a fit of rage. This rarely ever happened. Regulus was rather dead to most, all of the time. he never showed his emotions, and never let anyone get the satisfaction of seeing them. Until now. But just in front of Kreacher. Things crashed, broke, and a chair was blasted into a thousand pieces, sending little splinters soaring through the air like daggers.

"Tell me everything. Now." 

~

The story Kreacher told was a gruesome one. But a true one. And Regulus knew what he had to do. A horcrux, it was called. And Regulus knew his secrets. He didn't let on he knew, but then again, he acted the next night.

"Take me to where it is. I demand you to." Regulus said, looking down at Kreacher as he pulled his trousers on, buttoning them in haste, and forgetting his belt. 

"N-No Master Regulus, I will not." Kreacher said defiantly, pacing back and forth in the room because he had just spoken back to his one, true Master.

"You have to. You HAVE TO. YOU MUST." Regulus said, his fists shaking violently. Kreacher looked afraid for only a moment before bowing a bit. "Kreacher, I must. You know I must." 

"For your traitor brother."

"For my traitor brother, and the rest of the world. This is not right, they are lying." 

"Filthy mudbloods... half breeds .. Master Regulus..." Kreacher said, mimicking Walburga Black in his own way as his hands wrung his filthy, ratty clothes that barely covered his poor, beaten body.

Regulus was writing on a piece of paper, scribbling as he had a duplicate locket. It hadn't taken much to get one, he'd conjured it, and found it useful. He shoved the note into the locket.

"For everyone. We will go now." Regulus stated, grabbing his cloak before taking Kreacher's hand. "Now."

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The cave was a dark one, and Regulus wanted to back out, but he knew he couldn't. In that moment, he wondered a few things. He knew this was the way he'd die, but ... so nobly? It may have not been noble to anyone else but himself, but he would. Would he be brave enough? He was no Gryffindor... but a snake. With a lion's heart. 

"Kreacher, after this is over... You will not tell anyone of what I have done. You must protect my family, even my traitor brother. You must. Do not tell, they have nothing to do with this. Do you understand me? I will not have you disobey me after my death." He said, and Kreacher nodded in understanding. They both understood the grave danger, especially Kreacher .. who was still somewhat healing from his first ordeal.

The cave smelled of rotting flesh and salt.. Regulus could smell the water, and he looked a bit hesitant. It was lightly lapping, and it looked harmless. Harmless was never a word associated with the Dark Lord, and Regulus just knew this would not end well. The false locket swung in his hand, knocking off his skin. Regulus didn't notice it, and he stepped into the boat. It rocked a bit and made him feel instantly sick. He could taste the bile that rose in his throat, yet he did not waver. His soulless eyes did not blink as he was carried away across the dark waters. 

The little island was different than Regulus might've suspected. It contained a basin with something that looked and resembled water, but Regulus was no idiot. The potion would have been something strong... Something terrible. He stared at it for what seemed like days.. wondering what he should do. Scooping it out did nothing.. but drinking it... Regulus found this was the only way.

Using a small shell, he slowly drank the potion that burned on its way down. It made him shake violently for a moment, but his will was too strong to let this go. He needed to get to that locket, that part of his "master's" soul that needed to be destroyed. Regulus knew he wasn't the one to destroy this monster, but he knew who was. He wasn't an idiot, he heard the way the future people spoke.

Harry Potter was The Chosen One. James' son and Albus' father. He was the one. And Regulus had to do this, in order to let them know. It was his small ode, his gratitude, his dedication to his brother and .. to himself.

When he reached the bottom of the basin, Regulus grabbed the locket and stared at it for a bit, before falling to his knees in pain. His whole body seared with it and all he wanted was a drink.. a fucking drink.  Anything to quench his thirst and take away this pain that seemed to rip his mind and body in half! The water lapping around the island looked so great... so fresh.. and he found his body inching toward it, before dipping his hands into it. Nothing happened for a few moments and he drank, then drank more... His calm demeanor was used against him in that moment.

The third time Regulus' hand dipped into the water, it was grabbed.... By a dead, bony, flesh-rotten hand. And Regulus' eyes grew wide, his body attempting to get back up the little island. They rose, those bodies, those dead, rotting, bodies. Inferi. He should have known, but his judgement was clouded. His body ached and he began to cry. 

"MASTER REGULUS, NO!" Kreacher cried out, and Regulus thrust the locket into his small hands.

"GO, TAKE THIS AND GO. DO NOT COME FOR ME. REMEMBER WHAT I HAVE SAID." He ordered the house elf, the Inferi making their way up to him. They grabbed his cloak, his body... around his neck. Scrached his face, pulled his hair.. and Regulus cried out for nobody but his own brother. He'd never hear him, but this was his last wish.. to say what he needed to say.

"I WAS ALWAYS IN LOVE WITH YOU." 

He shouted, cried out to the deafening sky, before being forced to his face and knees on the island, dragged under the water by the inferi. A few last bubbles formed on top of the water, in note that Regulus' lungs were filled with this very same water. 

Moments passed...

Seconds turned into minutes.. 

And the waters were serene, calm once more. It was over, finally. The one last thing that Regulus Black wanted to do for the world. But did he die in vain? Did he ... Would he ever be remembered? Probably not... but as he said.. People die a thousand deaths before they're actual dead. It was over. Finally. His self-assisted suicide.

Until a mop of dark hair emerged from the swirling waters, as if all Hell broke loose. Regulus thrashed, kicking, screaming, and he pulled his wand from his robes and screamed louder for anything, for help. For sanity, for a hand out of here. The boat was about three strokes away, and Regulus fought for his life just then. There were hands all over his body, pulling him and attempting to take him back under, but he did not let them fully. There were moments that he became submerged again, but only to resurface moments later. He spluttered on the water, his arms raised high as if reaching for invisible ropes to pull him out.

Regulus' fingers clasped the edge of the boat and he turned back to stare into the faces of the once-dead. His teeth gritted together and he cast a few different spells in order to get them off of him, but they did nothing... they had no blood to spill. And Regulus panicked once more before using his head. They were creatures of the night...

And he erupted in a Firestorm, his wand pointed at the creatures that grabbed at his waist, trying to pull him from the boat. Some made hissing sounds, screamed, and most retreated as the blaze set fire to the whole place around the young black. Regulus' hair was swirling as his body was hoisted up into the small boat, and it began to move. 

He had done it.. come back from dying. How? He'd never know...

And he was spluttering on the water that had taken refuge in his lungs. Regulus threw up several times, his whole body trembling and shaking from the vile potion and the fact that he had just survived an attack from the undead.. the Inferi. Probably one of the most feared, for they are so hard to defeat.

Regulus got out of the boat when it finally reached the mouth of the cave, only to fall to his knees on the hard stone before dragging himself several paces. He was bleeding, pale as snow, and alone. Regulus laid there for several moments before sobbing endlessly. He wished he had died just then, so that he wouldnt' have to face reality when he came back to the real world. His blood stained the stone and Regulus saw one thing for sure: Everyone's bloodshed.. it looked the same.

But his mission was over. The good they said he did, was over.

He would leave Sirius a note. But he would never tell him the truth of what he said and what he did. He was truly in too deep.

He would go home... grab his things, find Dumbledore, and disappear into the night. No one would suspect his life... but rule that he was dead. 

"I will come back for you.." Regulus whispered out to Sirius, the Sirius he knew wasn't there. After an hour or so, of regaining his strength, he slowly stood up to find his way out of the cave, and into the black.

Always, back into the black.

But the note inside the false locket read:

"To the Dark Lord,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more."