Chapter 119: Ritual 3

Zehir hesitated for a moment, visibly struggling as he was forced onto his knee by an unseen force. He glared at the Pureblood standing in front of him, who wore a cocky grin on his fat and sweaty face.

"See, that is much better, Devil. A being as powerful as you fully under my control. And there is nothing you can do. This must really bug you, Devil," Lord Nott mocked with a nasty laugh, completely relaxed now that he was in control.

"What should I do for you?" Zehir gritted out, his night-black eyes still glaring at the fat Pure-blood. "Do you still want me to revive your Master, the Dark Lord Voldemort?"

"Don't say his name!" he hissed quickly, fear in his eyes. But then he calmed down, realizing something again. "Why should I fear him? Now that I have you under my command. What is the Dark Lord in comparison? With your power, I can show the Mudbloods, Bloodtraitors, and their supporters their proper place. The old fool Dumbledore won't even know what hit him. With your power, the Old Ways and even more will be possible. I will rule the Wizarding World!" gloated the fat lord with his newfound realization.

"And what do you need me to do?" asked Zehir, still annoyed by the Pureblood and glaring at him. It wasn't because he was actually under his control; he was just playing along. No, he was annoyed because that fat idiot still had his wand ready in his hand, and he had to listen to his mad ramblings instead of being done with this farce.

"Not so fast, Devil. You are trying to trick me again, aren't you? For now, you are still imprisoned in that Magic Circle, but once I let you out to do my bidding, you won't be anymore, and my control over you will be over. Nice try, but I am not a fool," the Pure-blood lord smirked while looking at Zehir, who, in his mind, was still imprisoned in that Magic Circle. "I order you to tell me how to control you even outside of this circle restraining you, Devil."

Harry, in his Zehir disguise, could only disguise his internal frustration. When would that idiot finally drop his guard? He was about to come up with some more bullshit to tell him while trying to look reluctant and forced, but he stopped.

Finally. Lord Nott had put his wand away into his wand holster. It took too damn long, and Harry was running out of bullshit to tell the idiot.

Seeing his chance to end this quickly, he pretended to unwillingly tell him, "Y-You need to cut up the palm of your hand and touch the Ansuz Rune at the bottom of the Circle with it while saying, 'I hereby bind you, Lord of Darkness, Zehir.'" He gritted out in an Oscar-worthy performance.

"I see. Then let's do this, Devil. Soon, your power will be mine," he said while pulling a silver ritual dagger out of an old wooden chest at the entrance of the room. This was clearly one of the tools used for rituals in here before.

Lord Nott cut into his palm with a slightly pained face before kneeling down and putting his hand onto the Ansuz rune of the circle. Just when he was about to speak, he stopped feeling that something was wrong. Before the fat lord could look up, a nasty-looking green spell hit him in the middle of the chest, paralyzing him with this spell.

Harry was aware that if he talked too much, his whole show would be for nothing. If the Aurors or investigators the Ministry would send had the ability to read the mind of someone dead, then he would be in trouble. Instead, he chose to keep his disguise up and perform the Devil act until the bitter end.

"Foolish Mortal, did you really believe this Magic Circle would force me to follow your commands? All it did was restrict me and my powers inside of it. But thanks to you being a fool, you released me from my prison by using your own blood," Zehir mocked as he stepped towards the paralyzed human on the floor.

The spell he had hit him with was a combination of the good old Petrificus Totalus and some poison inside his Sacred Gear. But instead of the previous version of this spell he had used, this one didn't use a simple paralyzing spell but a very painful poison that would slowly kill a person in a very painful way.

Watching the fat Pure-blood unmoving but his face moving in pain on the floor, Zehir said, "I would love to see you suffer a bit longer. But I already wasted enough time here on Earth, entertaining a fool like you. Your remains will be a good reminder for any humans attempting to fool a Devil Lord again. But you have insulted me repeatedly. The reward for that will be your soul suffering with me in the deepest cycle of Hell. I will roast you for eternity. I think you are familiar with Fiend Fyre? Well, their full flames are even more fun—fun for me, pain and suffering for you."

Through the spell, Lord Nott managed to move his mouth, while his eyes showed pure panic. "Please… no, I will…"

But Zehir didn't want to hear anything about it and sent a few cutting curses against his body, ripping it into pieces as blood flowed all around. The body cut into pieces, he stuck the parts onto different parts of the walls.

"This will make a good warning for any more fools, to not waste my time," he muttered as he used the blood to paint a message onto the wall, 'The Price of Insolence!'

Satisfied with his handiwork, leaving a nice and bloody mess behind, he returned to the magic circle, while picking his book up from the table where Lord Nott left it. After all, there was no need for it anymore. He didn't need another idiot summoning him somewhere, and it already had fulfilled its purpose in making Lord Nott summon him.

Any investigator would think something along the same lines, probably assuming that he didn't wish to be disturbed anymore, at least once they realized this was a Devil summoning.

With an emerald green flash, Harry in his Zehir form disappeared from the ritual room in the Nott Mansion, leaving only the gory and bloody mess behind for his show.

Theodore will probably be the one discovering the body and rejoicing since his abusive father was finally dead, and he would be Lord Nott once of age.

All Harry had to do was wait until the time was right. He would need to let a bit of time pass over until the investigation was over and Theodore wasn't in their focus before sending him a summoning leaflet to collect his reward.

In a while, the content of the Nott Library would be his, and he already couldn't wait for it. After all, from what he just heard from Lord Nott, there are a few interesting tomes in there about Devils, Familiars, and what else could be in there. 

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