IN TO THE DARKNESS

I'm being framed but no one will care about me.

I demand justice if it is not what I deserve.

You put a demon inside of me, so you wouldn't mind, right?

If I may ask, try having sex with the devil just once.

WARNING

We spend our whole lives dwelling on the past but we never look at the present.

Others tend to view our faults as more serious than our own.

And when they show resistance, they will be accused of being wicked and not accepting what they do.

BunBan never thought that this would be his first time writing a one-shot fanfiction.

that I have written as my heart desires, as my heart has imagined According to the driving force in the creative body

It came out as the letters Angel and Satan and Exorcist, as movies and novels.

That gave Bunban the idea of ​​wanting to try writing from the beginning of liking the work of

J.K. Rowling already And the first book that Bunban opened and read was Harry Potter, the boy who

It's like the hero of the mages, but what if the hero were sunk in some hopelessness? He would be born.

Feelings in which direction will we continue or will we let ourselves down to the root of evil?

This fan fiction contains homosexual content. If any readers don't like it, they can turn it off.

July 14th 2017

Title - Into the Darkness

Pairings - Tom Marvolo Riddle x Harry Potter

Rate  -  Nc-17

Author - BunnyDarker

It's dark, it's all dark. I can't see anything.

Scrambling for the faintest light, my body trembled with fear, trying almost to death to scream for help even though there was no way. Something was pulling my leg. Followed by the pulling of my arms and body, my eyes blurred with tears from the moment I was born, I remember that this was the second time in Harry Potter's history of crying.

A strange, non-human language resounded throughout.

I am not weak, nor cowardly, and will never fear or bow my allegiance to the devil or even the darkness!

“Is it true, Harry?”

I was startled by a soft voice calling my first name. My eyes automatically searched for the source of the sound, but found only darkness. The owner of the voice laughed again. A soft touch behind me made me feel scared. I don't know why, but when I turned to face the owner and touched his face, the other side froze as if it had been stuffed.

I can't move, what happened!?

The owner of the touch continued to rub my back. The whispering of a strange language continued to be heard. It was a hoarse sound, like the sound of air being used to pronounce the sound. But why was my body trembling? Not because of fear, but because of something else, I don't know. If I had to explain it, it would be like when Father rubs my head while I sleep.

In addition to trembling, my lower body twitched as the sweet, embarrassing sound sounded from my mouth. I twisted my body like I was being tortured. My insides felt hot and cold. I closed my eyes tightly as the mysterious person's hands began to turn me onto my back and straddle my body, trailing down the lower areas and rolling them until I couldn't help but feel the heat. moan loudly

“Really interesting.”

“What do you mean?”

The shapeless black smoke was now replaced by a handsome young man in traditional English clothing and soft, brown bark hair. Blood red eyes that shone like precious gems. I carelessly reached up and caressed his smooth face. The young man above me didn't say anything, he just closed his eyes and buried his face in his small hands. I'm sure I'll be lured by a succubus. Or maybe this person was a transformed Sitri, but either way, he looked even more dignified.

" thank you for the compliment "

“You know what I'm thinking. Can you read my mind?”

" certain "

My face became hot like water in a kettle that was boiling and about to explode. From caressing my face, I pushed myself up and wrapped my arms around the neck of the person above. In a way I couldn't explain, my body moved on its own. I stared into the red eyes as if displeased besides secretly reading my mind. He also took control of my body. I began to meditate and quiet my mind to get out of his control.

“It won't work, darling, because your body will be mine.”

“You said – ah!!!!”

I woke up from the most dizzying dream. My face was shocked and the sound of gasping for breath was like a marathon athlete. I woke up my sick caregiver who was lying on the red velvet sofa. She opened her eyes to see bright blue eyes staring at me. At me before the joke came towards me. He questioned my condition until he exploded in annoyance at my work. I brushed his hand away nonchalantly.

I could see that his eyes clearly showed disappointment mixed with dissatisfaction. I cursed slightly and took my favorite blanket and pillow and went to sleep in the right wing library on the ground floor.

Another three hours until it's light, which for me is of course the same: eat, answer questions, do mental therapy, read a book, recite the Bible and sleep. Going back and forth like Potter's life cycle. My long legs slowly descended the stairs. My eyes stared at the pristine white moon that seemed especially bright in my mind as I took the final step.

My symptoms began to work. My foot accidentally slipped and a few minutes from now I was sure to be lying on the black marble floor, crying.

A long, pale hand appeared from nowhere and grabbed me. I closed my eyes tightly, preparing myself for the pain, but I felt a warmth radiate from my back faster than I thought. I hurriedly turned around to face the lady who had saved me from going down the stairs to sleep. His eyes were red and his appearance was very similar to the mysterious figure that had appeared in my childhood memories.

“Don't just look the other way. Dear prisoner.”

I openly rolled my eyes at him, hoping he would know how much I stink at him, but what I got in return was a smile that I thought was the most nerve-wracking. He tightened his embrace on me. My body floated. If I were to compare it, it would be like a boy holding a little teddy bear on the stairs. I don't need to be told what I am likened to from the sentence above.

“What is she unhappy about? Can you tell me?”

“Even when I was sleeping, you came and disturbed me in my dreams. I couldn't sleep.”

“In my dream, what did I do to you?”

“You know what you do.”

He laughed deep in his throat, as if satisfied with my dissatisfied answer, seizing the moment I was turning away, planting his nose on my cheek and holding it there for so long that I couldn't help but be the one to end the invitation. His hair swelled in terror. My hands pushed his face away from me before drawing the corners of his mouth upwards. His eyes widened, but there was something glimmering in his wide eyes that I didn't trust. His tongue traced up the leaves. My ears and down to the nape of my neck. He did this over and over until my body began to limp.

I closed my eyes and let all the emotions in me follow the melody of a love song that began to rage in a fierce, fierce fire. He positioned me on the railing from a frightening height. My legs were wrapped around my tapered waist under a belt that now held only a white undergarment, moving against my naked body, inviting the touch of a demon, provoking the rawness within my body that had been suppressed to the edge of my consciousness. burst out

Gentle brown eyes looked at me as if I could swallow me whole, his hands caressing my body. What I wanted him to destroy was stubborn. I licked my lips with a dazed expression. He broke away and threw himself down the stairs to the ground floor like a madman trying to commit suicide.

“Have you gone crazy? I'm really going to die.” I smiled at the words that contrasted with the expression on my erotic demon's face.

“You will never let me die.”

“There will never be that day, I promise.” I bent down and kissed the lips of the love language speaker who had always captivated me like a man of lust. Satisfied with the answer, I threw him down on the black leather sofa that I was sitting on. This one stood tallly in the area where the moonlight shone down. I admit that the skin was as pale as a corpse from before, but when I saw it in this state and mood,

It's so inviting and haunting.

“Wow, darling, your thoughts are so frightening that I want to run far away.” He opened his mouth and looked at me with such cunning eyes that were so dazzling that I was about to surrender to his hand. He raised his hand and gently caressed my face. “Tonight is the full moon. You should pray.”

“I'm praying right here.” I pretended to move my lower body firmly until the person beneath me lifted up his head and opened his mouth to scream.

“God will surely punish you,” I shrugged.

“I don't have a God, and if I did, it would be difficult.”

“Please call my name.” “I will until you get tired of it, dear Tom Marvolo.”