1 Prologue

When the young boy awoke, he was greeted by the view of a dark desolate landscape. Everywhere. No matter where he turned the craggy formations stretched out into infinity and above it all a magenta moon. He tried calling for somebody, but nobody responded. His heart began to race as a cold chill crept up his spine. It felt as though a thousand eyes were watching him.

"Who do we have here?" a strange sultry voice sounded from behind him. Leaping in shock he swiftly turned around and recoiled. Before him lay a tall twisted creature. It was half man, half woman and from its head sprouted two devilish. "W...who are you? Where am I?!" He asked, averting his eyes from the creature's nude body.

The creature laughed patronisingly, and suddenly his gaze was fixed on it again. Why did he want to look away? He must have been delirious to not appreciate the creature before him. His eyes lingered on its perfect muscles and breast. It licked its lips and rested its head on its hand, "I am Slaanesh, the dark prince, lord of excess and chaos god of obsession."

The boy froze, he had no idea what this god was saying, but he didn't care it was all perfect. The god smiled coyly and motioned for him to come closer, he smiled back at her and slowly strutted forwards.

"I've been watching you, boy, and you very much interest me. The way you react to things, and your choices. So I've selected you, to entertain me. Do you remember the series of books called 'Harry Potter'?"

He nodded sluggishly and fell to his knees in front of the god. "Well, I have a very simple task for you. You're going to

make sure Tom Riddle succeeds. Although not the immortality part, in short, you must ensure Voldemort is successful in dominating the Wizarding World and

killing or enslaving Muggle-borns." She lent forward and stroked his face, causing him to shudder in pleasure, "If you don't I'll have you, your family and all your friends go through the most wonderful pain imaginable."

Those words snapped the boy back to reality and faced with these revelations he grabbed onto his head and stumbled backwards. He could feel a migraine incoming.

Help Voldemort win? He never claimed to be some saint, but he wasn't a bad person. Yet, all of a sudden he had to become a bad guy? Worse than bad. He had to help

magical Hitler.

He wished he could refuse. He really did. In spite of this, his family would always come first. They didn't talk very often, but they were the most important people in the world to him, he'd die or kill for them. Not to mention adding the well-being of himself, his friends and a fate 'worse than any hell' into the mix. As selfish as it was, he had already made up his mind.

Raising his eyes, after a long period of muteness from him and relentless giggling from the god, he shook his head bitterly, "I...I will do it."

The god grinned cruelly, "Splendid, but I have one more ultimatum for you." The boy gulped and stepped back. "The situation you'll be born into will be completely random." she said leaning back against one of the craggy rocks, "But if you give your soul to me, I'll heighten your chances for a useful position."

An ultimatum indeed, if he refused, he might be born a millennia before the actual story begins, or worse, as a muggle.

He gritted his teeth but eventually nodded, "Fine!"