Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2021 16:56:16 GMT -7
TRIGGER WARNING
As a member of the Nightshade family, learning magic, especially dark magic, and anything that could be used to better the family ideals was readily available, even at a young age. The constant competition of the cousins and half siblings meant that Fenrir had to take any edge that he could get. By age ten, he had already proven himself enough to join the main house, and he just kept climbing from there. Many of the servants became afraid of him, and many of the weaker family members learned to avoid him. But he still wasn’t satisfied. Sure, he was going to his magic lessons with the others around his age, but he wanted more. Jinxes, hexes, and curses were fun and all, but he really wanted to know how to cause true pain. He took time to independently research his desires. When he was seventeen he finally found the answer, the next step was to get his father, or the house patriarch on his side.
He had to be tactful, one couldn’t just ask for something that isn’t standardly taught to the kids. And if he asks in front of others, they may get the idea to copy him. So, he did what he could do. He sent a message to the patriarch of the family and waited for a response, dutifully following his duties, and being on his best behavior. He took any job that came to him, and waited. His grandfather wasn’t an easy man to speak to in private. It would have been easier to speak with his father about it, but this was not something that he took so lightly.
The time came when he received a summons from the patriarch of the Nightshade family. He dressed in his best and made his way to meet with the man he rarely saw in person. Fenrir had had more interactions with the man's painting than he had with the man himself. With a deep breath, he entered the office and gave his argument. Claiming that it would benefit the family. ”If I can dive into the mind of others, imagine the time we would save. And it’s not as if I'll be gentle either.” He gave all the reasons and then was dismissed. It wasn’t as if the old wizard would tell the young man his decision right away. No, he’d let Fenrir wait. How long? Who knows. If the answer was no, then perhaps just nothing would happen.
But a few months later, he was informed that he had a guest in the sitting room. Now they had three sitting rooms that kept guests. The first was the least expensive, it was near a study lab, and was even attached to the secret entrance down to the part of the basement where they forcibly kept those that they weren’t quite ready to let leave. The second was extravagant, and it was for those guests that they weren’t quite sure about, this one containing a door that led down to a trap door. Should they decide to explore, or get thrown down there, the trap door would open up into the labyrinth where they were guaranteed a swift death by the lethifold that lived in the maze. The third and final sitting room was more like a small suite with protective measures so that the guests' safety was guaranteed.
Fenrir had been informed that the guest he was to meet had been led into the nicest area, his grandfather had especially called for a legilimens master. He made his way through the mansion and finally got to the stairs down into the guest suite. He could see the gold suit of armor. The metal form was enchanted to protect the guest from any unwanted visitors. This was the moment of truth. Making it down to the landing, the near adult watched the armor, though it didn’t move. Seems as though he was really in the right place.
Being announced by a maid, he entered the room to meet the man who would teach him to enter the mind. And so, his lessons began. He was taught about the incantation and the man allowed him to practice. Practice went both ways, he felt the man going into his mind, even commenting about how concerning he had found it to be. But he was obviously being compensated very well for his time. On top of that, he had a luxurious area to live, and was brought extravagant meals each day. In time, Fenrir truly started to grasp the concept. He would have to start with the word ”Legilimens” He would say as his mind burrowed into the other man's mind, but he didn’t need any words. One day, Fenrir would get there, he was sure of it.
It was only after his tutor had decided that he had grasped the concept well enough that Fenrir just needed to keep up the practice. To start off with, every day he went down into the basement dungeon and got a chance to practice on the guests that lived down there. It wasn’t a nice process, and as he dug in, he was far from gentle. His target fell to the floor, screaming in agony as he searched through their mind and memories. He grinned as he realized that this was the newest form of torture he could utilize. Digging into others' minds was quite fun. He had also found that when his victim was in pain, it became hard to hide their secrets. He could use this to his advantage.
He kept up his practice, and the more he did, the better he got. He learned how to slip in and then start tearing around as he searched for what he wanted to see. The torment he caused made him overfilled with joy. The more he practiced the easier it became. As the years went by, he started being able to enter the mind without first chanting the one word spell. He worked harder on ensuring that he could do the spell in a non-verbal way. Saying the spell just gave them too much of a warning.
He quickly became the go to family member, getting rid of intruders, and people that should never be found again. But now, he could cripple a body guard with his mind, while he attacked his target. Finding even more ways to cause pain and death gave him purpose, and the perks he earned as one of the favorites gave him a reason to stick around.