Interlude: Vali VI. - Tom Riddle's State

"The first step should be getting back the Coul Containers that you created and patching up your Soul. I will help you perfectly mend back your Soul to not any damages even further... the next step would be strengthening your bunch of thugs so they could fight like an army, not like a bunch of raiding pirates."

Vali stated to Tom Riddle. He needed him to be stronger if he wanted to achieve his goals in this world without alerting whatever was sleeping in this world that was making him highly uncomfortable.

And if he were, to be honest, with his current Tier 2 strength, it would be barely enough to do something.

Vali hoped to elevate this human to at least Tier 3 in the near future, with enough time and resources, to Tier 4 before the human could start his conquest of the world.

He knew that the chances of him reaching Tier 9 and higher were basically zero due to splitting his Soul.

Even if it was merged back, it wouldn't really change everything in that aspect, as the Path of the true experts was forever done because it that was the price for the foolishness.

Naturally, there existed ways, for example, some rare treasures that could mend the effects.

Still, one would need to search through a lot of places across the Endless Void to find something like this because even though the Chthonian Empire of the Baator was rich, they never had something like that.

Or another possibility was to find a Tier 12 expert proficient in the aspect of Souls and let him heal the damage, but that was an even bigger pipe dream than the previous one because no Tier 12 expert would lower themself to do such a thing for anyone.

"And you seriously need to change that stupid name, Death Eaters... it sounded like a childish tantrum. Also... come here, boy..."

Vali said as Tom Riddle frowned, hearing the man before him calling him boy, but Vali was several thousand years old, so from his perspective, 30 years old was really and boy.

Not to mention that devils are considered as children till they reach their 100th birthday and young adults till their 250th year.

By reaching 250 years old, they are officially considered adults.

As Tom Riddle stepped in front of the devil lord, Vali conjured several magic circles, which the wizard observed in wonder, as Vali started scanning Tom Riddle because he found something that was off about him.

Soon enough, his magical scans yielded results. Some of the things he found out through the scan disturbed him slightly because they could be detrimental in the long run.

"Drink this... I am not the best healer around, but fortunately, I am rich enough to have the best potions from the Empire. The magic scan showed me that there are some serious aftereffects of Love Potion latching on your being; probably one of your parents used it on the other one, which resulted in several psychic disorders and other things passing down to you."

Tom Riddle looked at the potion curiously while he was growing at the words of the devil, though he couldn't find anything to refute them because he knew very well that they were the truth.

His own mother, Merope Gaunt, was a squib from the House Gant, a long disgraced line that existed as a degraded and degenerated cadet branch of the House Slytherin.

She used the love potion on the muggle who was living in the house next to the Gaunts, Tom Marvolo Riddle Senior, with whom she conceived a child.

In the end, he didn't really have an option as he drank the potion, which immediately started taking effect.

The thing that Vali gave him was one of the basic potions that were used to deal with things like mind controlling, mind-altering effects, psyche-altering effects and so on, which were not caused by direct cause.

But through indirect ones, typically passed through the genome on the next generation, this made such afflictions very hard to cure, and this concrete potion was extremely pricy in the Baator.

The moment Tom Riddle drank the potion, he immediately felt like something had dropped from his mind and his mind became much clearer than it was before; he felt that his emotions were much more controlled and were not like a volcano waiting to erupt.

Not talking about the fact that now he felt like he could control his emotions more properly because he long knew that he had some anger issues that typically ended in torturing most of the unfortunate of his followers with the Cruciatus Curse.

He knew that some side effects from his mother's usage of Love Potion were passed to him, but unfortunately, the Wizarding World didn't have any means to deal with this thing because it was too advanced.

"Now that you can think more clearly, we need to address probably the biggest problem that your society faces."

Vali stated grimly as the Dark Lord knew what the devil wanted to say.

"Stagnation of your people... based on the things that you told me, your entire society has been backward and stagnant for centuries, not making any significant achievement in the realms of magic since the time of Merlin... though this is the problem of countless magical-type civilizations, not just yours."

Vali explained as Tom Riddle agreed with him entirely.

The Wizards were stagnant, they were content with what they had, believing to be superior though that part was not entirely wrong because magical people were indeed racially superior to no-magical ones, but in terms of thinking society, Wizards were extremely inferior to muggles but extremely inferior.

"You know, there are essentially two Types of Civilizations out there... One we could classify as an Energy-Based Civilization, be it magical, cultivation or any other. These kinds of civilizations are extremely powerful in individual strength and have many mighty people, but their society and civilizations are very stagnant and are basically depending on a few talented and genius people who would make tremendous improvements to the society. If you take these people out of the equation, then the stagnation and degeneration of the civilization return."

Vali stated about the first type of civilization as Tom Riddle listened attentively, digesting the information at the speed of lighting.