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43.91% A Bend in Time / Chapter 538: Mulciber Citadel Ⅲ

บท 538: Mulciber Citadel Ⅲ

Lost in her own thoughts, Meredith did not rise from her bed and lock the door to her bedchambers as per usual and failed to hear the sound of arrogant footsteps approaching down the hall. Without any manners or warning, the door swings open to reveal the golden-haired figure of her second born, Damian Mulciber. With a terrible smile he leans against the doorway and says, "Why mother how utterly forgetful of you to not lock the door."

Meredith's hands hidden beneath the bedsheets clench terribly together in fear at hearing her second-born's words. Doing her best to hide her fear, she hides it under her usual unease. With a weary, exasperated sigh, she says, "And just what is it that you need Damian?"

Damian sneers as he walks over to her bedside and says, "Who visited you this afternoon, mother? And do not dare lie to me for I saw Beat polluting the manor air, and not in the kitchens in its place."

Meredith clenches the bedsheets even more, but with great effort forces her voice not to give herself away with a quiver. "What guest?" She feigned innocence. "There was no guest, Damian. I merely requested that Beat clean the inner manor thoroughly once again as your father will be hosting guests later this evening." (Which was true and not a lie.)

Damian does not appear to be convinced but tries another method. With a ruthless grin, he turns away from his mother as if to leave, before pausing and saying over his shoulder. "Then I suppose that you won't mind if I have a chat with that mangy creature, right mother?"

Meredith merely closes her eyes as if tired and murmurs, "Do what you must, Damian, but your father will not be pleased if Beat is unable to perform his duties in front of his guests."

Damian snorts in disdain and is about to leave when Meredith mutters, "Take care, Damian for even a house elf can rebel against its masters."

Damian whirls around and stares at his mother through narrow slit eyes. "Is that a threat, you, miserable, old wretch?!"

"No," Meredith truthfully replied, "but do not forget, the elder brother of Beat was very cunning. He forced the hand of your father and tricked him earning his own freedom."

Damian flushes in humiliation and anger as he recalled the story. It was the greatest unspoken disgrace of the Mulciber family, but the house elf had earned its freedom. And worst of all, it still lived under the protection of the Prince household. It had been even more humiliating to learn of that fact during the Prince's summit for their serving and leading the wizards was the blasted creature!

"Whore, know your place!" Damian roared, before whirling away and slamming the door behind him. Further down the hallway, he grabs an expensive china case and throws it to the ground shattering it. He goes on a tirade until at last the entire expanse of the hallway has been destroyed to his satisfaction.

Panting Damian runs one of his hand's through his hair, before straightening out his cuff and jacket. ��Beat!" He shouted impatiently to only see the miserable creature appear.

Barely withholding himself from sending a flying kick at the disgusting thing, Damian gestured to the mess behind him. "Clean it up!" Before retreating to his bedroom to fume and think, before the guests arrived.

"Yes, young master," Beat groveled, before hurrying to magical piece the vases and other trashed items together before the guests of Mulciber arrive.

One by one the guests begin to arrive all males and their sons. It was a private gentlemen's gathering and only males would be allowed in attendance. Standing at the door greeting his guests is Mulciber Sr. and his son, Damian. And since it was an only wizard gathering, Meredith Mulciber was not present in attendance.

Mulciber nods his head at the blond, pasty white figure with broad shoulders, and a flabby stomach, Livus Rowle. Following close behind Livus at his side is his son, Thorfinn, also a blond, and pasty white, however unlike his father still heavily muscled. There was a cruelty and impatient in his gaze as he rudely glanced around and sneered at some of those in attendance.

Following closely behind is the figure of Rosier Sr. The large, burly man is unable to hide the cold anger therein. The two wizards once friends ignore each other's existence as Rosier brushes into the Mulciber home without even a word to the host.

Shaking his head in exasperation from behind Rosier is the shorter, sharp witted figure of Nott Sr. "My apologies for Rosier's rudeness, Mulciber," Nott Sr. said.

"There is no need," Mulciber graciously lied. "We all know that ever since his son's passing away, he has never been the same."

"True enough," Nott Sr. mumbled, before gesturing to his son's. His eldest Dorian, and his youngest, Thaddeus. The men are slightly taller than their father, but not by much. However, they politely greet Mulciber, before entering the hallway.

The guests continue to arrive such as the Goyle's, Crabbe, and more until at last Damian perks up at seeing a familiar figure that of his once upon a time so called friend, Evan Avery. The more somber, and newly widowed young man approaches accompanied by the figure of his father, Avery Sr.

Stepping out to greet the Avery's before his father can, Damian bows deeply and says, "Welcome Avery's, and it is good to see you again, my friend. Might I take your son away, Mr. Avery and catch up on old times?"

"You may," Avery Sr. replied, but not without sending a warning glance at his son to take care.

Evan hides his reluctance as he bows to Mulciber Sr. before following after his once so-called friend, Damian Mulciber. As they walk down the hall, they greet others with brief head nods, before finding an empty corridor which to speak in. Out of earshot of the rest of the guests, Evan grimly says, "And just what is that you want, Damian? It certainly is not to catch on old times as I have been home for some time now."

Damian idly glances at his nails as he mutters, "Did you enjoy my belated wedding gift, Evan?"

Evan's face instantly becomes wary. "What gift?!"

"The Babylon candle, of course."

"There was no such gift, Damian."

"Are you so certain, Evan?"

Evan opens his mouth to speak as his eyes begin to bulge at a sudden realization, before he pales in horror. "You," Evan's voice trembled in rage. "It was you!" Before grabbing Damian by the collar and slamming into the hallway.

"Remove your hands off my person, this very instant, Evan," Damian dangerously said. "This is Mulciber Citadel and not Avery Hall. You would do well to remember that as I am in my full right to do so."

Evan forces his hand to remove his painful grip and take a step back as Damian smacks his hand away. "Don't ever touch me like that again, Evan! I won't be so kind next time."

"Kind?" Evan barked. "You killed my wife!"

"Truth be told I didn't have a preference," Damian snickered as he rubbed his reddened neck. "However, I must admit the drama was most delicious."

"Are you mad?" Evan said in blatant disbelief. "Why would you do such a thing?"

Damian flashed Evan a terrible grin. "You owed me, a Prince, and you failed to keep your end of the bargain, Evan. I thought that naturally a payment with interest was in order."

Evan's hand reaches for his wand at his waist, before forcing his hand away. Hiding his anger and pain through clenched teeth says, "Do not approach me, and my family again, Damian. I will abide by the rules of courtesy tonight, but I will not do so next time."

"Mm, is that all?" Damian muttered as if bored, but with a great deal of relish and enjoyment at seeing the pain on Evan's face. "I expected so much more out of you, Evan. At least some shouting or a screaming match to liven things up for a bit."

Evan trembles with barely suppressed anger, before replying in a frigid voice. "Don't forget yourself, Damian. I am an Avery, and unlike your father, my father has a larger circle of friends. And we have tied ourselves to several powerful households, which your family lacks. You would do well to remember that," before storming away back to his father.

Damian snarls after Evan's retreating figure and shames the vase at his side into smithereens. He had not revealed the truth of that summer night out of pure madness even if admittedly he did relish the opportunity to do so, but rather had done so in an attempt to force Evan's to break the law of courtesy. It had not worked, and now the Avery's position was unshakable in connection to the Prince's and the Shafiq family. He would just have to try harder next time, and if need be, he would go after Evan's heart, (his son).


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When the author hates her own character and is plotting to kill said character without messing up the story! -_-

P.S. Did you pick up the hidden answer/storyline there in regards to another character?

บท 539: Mulciber Citadel Ⅳ

The guests chatter and greet each other as the host of the hour, Mulciber Sr. mingles and greets his guests. However, he had not missed the expression of Evan Avery nor that of his son upon their return. Still he fulfilled his duty, before excusing himself to the privacy of his study, where there are already three figures waiting for him. The burly figure of Rosier Sr. can be seen stiffly staring out of the window, while Avery Sr. studies a cursed charred hand on a shelf, and Nott Sr. stands in front of the bookshelf reading some of the titles.

All three figures turn towards him upon Mulciber's entrance as he closes the door firmly shut behind him. "We shan't be disturbed," Mulciber said as Rosier shoots him an angry disgruntled expression, while Nott merely narrows his eyes, and Avery remains rather composed.

"Well?" Rosier harshly barked with a thinly veiled sneer. "Surely, you have not requested our presence in the privacy of your study to socialize, Mulciber!"

"No, I have not, Rosier," Mulciber arrogantly sneered back. "However, I wonder if that is exactly what you and Malfoy did with Pyrites?"

Rosier's face darkens as Nott Sr. puts a hand on his shoulder to calm Rosier down and hold him back. Rosier clenches his fists, before flashing his teeth in a snarl at Mulciber. "Vengeance was mine by blood."

"Mm, yes," Mulciber said dismissively as he sat down as his desk. "But I expected more of the both of you. The transportation guards have quite the large mouths. They were most willing to flap their mouths for a mere handful of galleons."

Seeing that Rosier's hand is twitching to reach for his wand, Nott glances at Avery, who takes the hint. "Enough games, Mulciber," Avery exasperated interjected. "What is the reason for this private discussion?"

"I am seeking a marriage match for my son," Mulciber admitted. "And though none of you have daughters except for Rosier here, all of you have family members with daughters. I wish to see him wed a pureblood."

Rosier's lips peel back in a triumphant jeer. "Who would dare marry their daughters to your son after the fiasco's at Hogwarts's and Durmstrang? Not even the most money hungry of purebloods of families would risk having their daughter's reputations ruined due to the actions of such a blackhearted son-in-law."

Mulciber tries to hide his anger at the blunt statement, but it was the truth. He had even tried sounding out well known families with daughters, and all had turned away his prodding's or more verbal requests. Naturally, he knew that he could marry his son to a squib pureblood girl, but he would not risk resorting to such desperate measures. He would rather his son marry a half-blood, then a creature with no magic at all that should have been drowned at birth.

"Mm, in that case, what of your daughter, Rosier?" Mulciber asked without shame nor guilt. "She is a rather homely girl without beauty and though a child now in ten years, she will be of marriageable age. We would be more than willing to wait that long for a bride."

Rosier's face turns purple with fury as Nott is all but holding Rosier back before he leaps over the desk and pummels Mulciber in the face. "Calm yourself, Rosier!" Nott desperately said as he clung to Rosier with all his might. "Do not forget yourself, Rosier, he is the host. And you cannot afford the disgrace that will follow."

Rosier snarled but quelled down as Avery with a hidden gleam of satisfaction proposes, "Well, there is always Peregrine, Mulciber."

"A dirty squib," Mulciber hissed in embarrassment of his greatest humiliation to have had such a child born to him.

"A pureblood heir," Avery coolly countered, "with an impeccable line, squib or not. And he is the legal first heir. And unlike your second-born, he lacks said disgraceful quirks. You always did spoil your second-born far too much, Mulciber, and look where that has brought you."

Mulciber is silent for a moment as he turns over the idea in his mind. The suggestion had been present in his mind ever since his conversation with Livus in the Silver Chalice. With squib's gaining power even in the Ministry of Magic, it was no longer an abhorrence to have such a child in one's family. And a marriage contract could be negotiated with specific clauses pertaining to any child that might be born a squib or magical.

"Say I do consider it," Mulciber finally said, "which families would be willing to marry their daughters to a squib?"

"One of the Greengrass branches, Mordecai Greengrass has two daughters, Edna, and Rosie Greengrass. The eldest is still unwed as is the youngest, but the youngest is a squib," Avery nonchalantly suggested. "It would be an excellent match as that entire Greengrass branch line is very fertile."

"An excellent suggestion," Mulciber murmured without promising anything. He would first have to see for himself, and then slowly gain a friendship with said branch, before proposing a marriage contract. And he would have to as that branch had a ruling ancient Veela as the family matriarch, causing him to shudder in revulsion.

"If that is all, then Rosier and I would like to see the gardens," Nott lied as he tried to put as much distance between Mulciber and Rosier lest Rosier attack Mulciber.

"That is all," Mulciber condescendingly dismissed them with a wave of his hand. Nott drags Rosier, before Rosier can retort back and hastily slams the door behind them.

Mulciber looks surprised to see the figure of Avery staring icily at him. "A word of caution, Mulciber," Avery harshly stated.

"A warning for me?" Mulciber mockingly said as if in jest. "About what?"

"Do you take me for a fool, Mulciber?" Avery mockingly jested back with a cruel streak in his eye.

Mulciber narrowed his eyes dangerously back at being questioned. "I have implied no such thing, but pray enlighten me."

"I suggest that your second-born walks with care, Mulciber," Avery plainly stated as he rose to his feet. "I will have blood for blood," before turning away and departing from the study without another word.

Mulciber grabs a pot of ink and throws it at the wall causing it to shatter into pieces and stain the wall and carpet. "How dare he threaten me!" Mulciber roared, before calming himself down and considering the words of Avery.

"Beat! Come here you worthless maggot!" Mulciber roared to hear a faint pop a few minutes later as the creature tremblingly appeared before him.

"Yes, Master," Beat murmured in a quivering voice.

"Bring me, my son, NOW!" Mulciber roared as a second later a faint pop could be heard as the house elf disappeared.

Mere seconds later again another pop is heard as cursing can be heard as Damian and Beat appear. "Unhand me, you foul beast!" Damian roared as he raised his hand and stuck the house elf with the back of his hand.

"Enough!" Mulciber roared causing Damian's fist to freeze in mid-air.

"Return to the guests, elf!" Mulciber ordered as Beat hastily beat a retreat and vanished.

Advancing upon his son, Mulciber towers over him and hisses, "What did you do to the Avery's, Damian?"

Damian's eyes widen before narrowing as he lies, "Why nothing father. It is merely a jest between boys."

"Do not ever lie to me again, Damian," Mulciber thundered as he slapped across the face leaving a bright red, already bruising handprint.

Damian's eye's mutinously narrow, before he spits back. "Fine, I used the Babylon candle on the Avery wench."

Mulciber's hand freezes in mid-air in blatant shock. "You did what?! Are you out of your bloody mind?! Did I teach you absolutely nothing?"

"You did teach me, father," Damian sullenly growled. "The Avery's were gaining far too much power and were siding more and more with the Prince's. Had it worked; the Avery's would have fallen away." That statement was not a lie, but certainly the most important reason had been left out.

Mulciber slowly lowers his hand, before saying, "Yes, well, the Avery's are out for blood. You are to stay away from those places of debauchery until I say otherwise."

Damian refrains from rolling his eyes, and lies, "Of course, father."

"Good now let us return," Mulciber said, before returning with his son in tow.

Damian mockingly sneers behind his father's back as he touches the burning handprint on his face. One day, he would be the head of the family, and he would have control over many lives. But until that time, he would just have to bide his time. However, his day was coming soon, and soon, he would have everything he ever wanted. Including avenging himself on the pathetic excuse of Evan Avery, who had gone and snitched to his father. How utterly crude, and gentlemen like of him!


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Well, my precious readers, there is good and bad news. The good news, I will continue posting a daily chapter each day. Sadly, for the time being there will be no voting for extra chapters per month due to my work schedule. However, that does not mean, I won't post an extra chapter here or there as a surprise for my lovely readers. And I really wanted to, too as I love all the October Festivities and my favorite holiday of them all Halloween!

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