Deck Chronicles : Requiem

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(Insert Evanescence - Bring Me To Life)

Tucked away amidst a serene countryside, there stood a house with a touch of melancholic beauty. Its weathered exterior exuded a nostalgic charm, while its slightly dilapidated state hinted at the passage of time and the stories it held within its walls.

The once-vibrant paint on the wooden façade had faded, leaving patches of exposed grain. The sun's rays, filtered through the surrounding trees, cast dappled shadows on the tired surface, accentuating its imperfections. Vines, with delicate tendrils, embraced the weathered boards, adding a touch of nature's embrace to the scene.

As one approached the house, a gentle creak resonated from the front porch, beckoning visitors to step inside and explore the mysteries held within. The entrance door, aged and worn, displayed remnants of its former grandeur. Its intricate carvings had softened over time, smoothed by countless hands that had opened it to guests long gone.

Upon crossing the threshold, a sense of quiet solitude pervaded the air. The interior revealed a graceful decay, with dust particles dancing in the sunbeams that filtered through half-drawn curtains. The wooden floorboards, scuffed and worn, whispered stories of footsteps echoing through the ages.

In the living room, a crackling fireplace stood as a focal point. The mantle, adorned with faded photographs and trinkets from bygone days, held cherished precious memories of a forgotten time. The armchairs, though frayed at the edges, still beckoned visitors to sit and bask in the warmth of the fire's gentle embrace.

A sunlit dining area revealed a table set for two, a touch of elegance amidst the forgotten corners. Layers of dust had settled on the polished silverware and delicate china, evoking a sense of longing for the days when laughter and conversation filled the space.

Upstairs, a narrow staircase led to the bedrooms, where sunlight seeped through cracked windowpanes, casting soft rays upon the timeworn furniture. A tattered quilt lay gently over a neatly made bed, bearing witness to dreams and nights of slumber long past.

Outside, an overgrown garden surrounded the house, its once-pristine flower beds now a wild tapestry of blooms and weeds intermingling. A weather-beaten swing creaked gently in the breeze, a silent invitation to reminisce and be carried away by the whims of nostalgia.

This house, with its broken but elegant demeanor. Its faded beauty and dusty corners held the memories of those who had once called it home. It stood as a testament to the passage of time, a haven of solitude where one could embrace the imperfect moments of life.

In a forgotten corner of the deteriorating house, a small room concealed itself behind a slightly ajar door. Within its confines, the faint remnants of a youthful Severus Snape could be discerned, as if frozen in time. The room, much like its occupant, wore an air of neglect and melancholy.

Dim light struggled through a cracked window, casting long shadows that danced upon peeling wallpaper. The faded floral pattern, once vibrant, now whispered of faded dreams and lost hopes. Dust particles floated lazily in the air, carrying with them a sense of forgotten secrets.

Severus Snape, with his lanky frame , unkempt hair and a sickly appearence with 2 bags below his eyes due to the sleep depravation he has been suffering lately as he has been hearing weird sounds. He stood in the center of the room, hunched over a desk cluttered with weathered books and worn parchment. His pale face, etched with a mixture of depression and fear, was partially illuminated by the dim glow of a solitary candle.

His eyes, deep pools of darkness, darted across the page as he meticulously scribbled notes with a quill that had seen better days. Ink stains adorned his fingertips, evidence of countless hours spent in solitary study, seeking solace and refuge within the world of knowledge.

The room's atmosphere seemed to mirror Severus's emotional state—turbulent and isolated. A threadbare chair sat in the corner, its faded upholstery offering little comfort to its weary occupant. The shelves that lined the walls, once filled with books, now held a haphazard assortment of potions ingredients, jars, and half-finished experiments.

Amongst the chaos, a solitary photograph rested on a cracked wooden nightstand. Severus's gaze shifted towards it momentarily, his eyes flickering with a mix of longing and pain. The image depicted a pair of young friends, their smiles frozen in time, a stark contrast to the solitude he now embraced.

The room itself, though deteriorating, had an air of purposeful neglect. Severus had forsaken the notion of creating a space of comfort, instead channeling his energy towards his studies and the brewing of potions that fueled his passion and aspirations.

Severus family was quite the enigma in itself.

Born into a troubled and dysfunctional family, Severus's upbringing was marked by hardship, strife, and unfulfilled dreams.

Severus's parents, Tobias Snape and Eileen Prince, were a mismatched couple, their marriage fraught with conflict. Tobias, a Muggle, and Eileen, a witch from a proud lineage of magical ancestry, struggled to find common ground, their differences serving as a constant source of tension within their household.

Tobias, a bitter and abusive man, harbored a deep resentment towards the magical world and its inhabitants. His disdain extended to Severus, who exhibited his mother's magical abilities from an early age. This strained relationship between father and son exacerbated Severus's already turbulent home life.

Severus's mother, Eileen, withdrew into herself, her spirit broken by the harsh realities of her marriage. Her own magical talents and connection to her ancestral heritage were stifled, leaving her trapped in a life of disappointment and regret. She found solace in her son, Severus, often teaching him about their magical lineage and encouraging his studies in the magical arts.

Despite the turmoil within his family, Severus's love and loyalty for his mother remained unwavering. He cherished the few moments of respite they shared, engaging in conversations about potions, spells, and the wonders of the wizarding world. Eileen's influence play a significant role in shaping Severus's passion for the Dark Arts and darker side of the world.

Severus Snape's family life was further complicated by his strained relationship with his father, a man who failed to understand or accept his son's magical abilities. The constant presence of conflict and abuse at home left Severus isolated, withdrawn, and deeply affected by the harsh realities of his upbringing.

Severus Snape's family, defined by discord and broken dreams, played a significant role in shaping his complex character. The scars of his troubled upbringing, along with his love for his mother and the unresolved conflicts with his father, added layers of depth and emotional turmoil.

He has 2 friends that are Lily Evans his childhood friend and secret crush and the ever enigmatic and emotionless Raymond Reddington.

Lily Evans, a radiant and vibrant presence in Severus Snape's life, held a profound significance that extended far beyond mere friendship. From their early childhood to nowadays , Lily embodied a light and warmth that captivated Severus's heart.

With her long, flowing red hair and sparkling green eyes, Lily possessed an undeniable beauty that mirrored the kindness and compassion within her soul. Her laughter, like tinkling bells, had the power to dispel even the darkest of clouds, bringing a sense of joy and tranquility to those around her.

Lily possessed a fierce intelligence and an unwavering dedication to her studies. Her academic achievements were a testament to her discipline and thirst for knowledge. Yet, it was her empathy and ability to see the best in others that truly set her apart.

As Severus's childhood friend and confidante, Lily offered him a haven from the storm of his troubled home life. In her presence, he found solace and acceptance, his pain and insecurities momentarily forgotten. She saw beyond the harsh exterior he projected to the world, recognizing the goodness and potential within him.

Lily Evans represented the epitome of goodness and purity in Severus Snape's life. Her impact on him transcended mere admiration, as he carried her memory and the lessons she taught him within the depths of his soul.

Then we have his other friend.

Raymond Reddington.

In the intriguing alliance between Raymond Reddington and Severus Snape, a unique friendship was forged, one that transcended the boundaries of conventional relationships. Raymond, possessing an intellectual brilliance and a stoic demeanor, became a trusted confidant and companion to Severus, engaging in thought-provoking conversations that delved into the depths of various subjects.

Raymond commanded attention with his piercing gaze and sharp features. His neatly styled dark hair and well-tailored attire added an air of sophistication to his physical appearance, matching his keen intellect and composed disposition.

Raymond's emotionless façade concealed a mind teeming with knowledge and a razor-sharp wit and ambiton coupled with screwness. In his interactions with Severus, he challenged conventional beliefs, questioning the status quo and encouraging intellectual exploration. Their discussions spanned a vast array of topics, ranging from philosophy and history to politics and the intricacies of human nature.

Both Severus and Raymond found solace in their intellectual pursuits and shared a mutual appreciation for the power of knowledge. Their conversations were marked by a mutual respect and a deep understanding of the complexities of the world they inhabited. Together, they dissected theories, analyzed historical events, and contemplated the intricate workings of society.

While Raymond's emotional detachment might have seemed unsettling to some, Severus understood and appreciated the value of such a friendship. In Raymond, he found a reliable sounding board, an unwavering intellect with whom he could explore the depths of his own thoughts and ideas. Raymond's ability to remain detached allowed for objective analysis and critical thinking, guiding Severus towards new perspectives and intellectual growth.

Raymond's loyalty knows no bounds. He stands steadfastly by Severus's side, providing unwavering support and friendship even in the face of adversity. While his emotional expression may be limited, his actions speak volumes about his unwavering commitment to those he considers worthy of his trust.

Raymond Reddington, the intellectual and emotionless friend, offered Severus Snape a unique and invaluable companionship as well as an. Their intellectual conversations were a heaven where ideas flourished and perspectives shifted, providing both solace and intellectual stimulation. Within the confines of their intellectual bond, Severus found a trusted ally, a source of intellectual growth, and a pillar of support amidst the complexities of their respective worlds.

(Insert Requiem for a dream soundtrack)

An image of a red head girl smiling at him appeared on his mind that vanish slightly the sadness within him.

That memorie brought a smirk to his face.

Another memorie resurfed in Severus mind of the same girl sitting under a tree with him and talking about everything except magic appear again.

The smirk slowly become larger and wider becoming a smile.

But then out of nowhere his mind began to recall the words of his other friend Raymond and compare them with the memories of Lily.

His face began to slowly lose the smile and happiness he have

Flashback

" You know ... , you should forget about her already ... she isn´t your type"

A memorie of Lily saying the things she like and dislike appear on his mind , and how narrow her view of things was.

His hands balled into fists.

" What i know? ... Maybe i know because you tell me how you try to express your feelings time and time again to the point it´s evident ..."

Another memorie of him playing with her until noon and throwing hints at her that he like her but all of a sudden she stood up and said he was her best friend and nothing could change that , all with that damn smile.

Then going home and get a beating by his father , his mother could only watch as she was hit and her face was full of bruises as well as her body , she was just lying motionless in her bed.

That day he almost died , he felt like he would die but his father stop beating him a moment before he enter the eternal sleep.

" I hated your kind ... you bunch of weirdos ... but i won´t kill you" Said his father that day.

Severus was a little confused , but he still clung to the hope his father love him.

'Why he didn´t kill me ' Thought Severus with a lot of effort to stay concious.

"Because that will be too boring and too easy ... Instead i will torment you every day ... to the point that all that freakness of yours dissapear" Finish his father with a smiling face.

Flashback end

His fist began to clench to the point his knuckles were white.

"She thinks of you as her friend , no scratch that , she loves seeing you try and try again"

The comparation this time was that smile , the smile no longer seem that of happines but of mockery and enjoyment.

His face that was concentrate and peacefull suddenly looks at the ground.

"Playing that game of cat and mouse like an idiot, but what she love the most ...is you being her slave and have you under her service"

Suddenly his mind began to recall all of his time with Lily , her smile , her body language , her expressions and all of what he had live with Lily.

His fist began to bleed a long time ago , his face previously inexpressive was pulsating with such an anger that his blood vessels were vissible.

He suddenly hear a scream that was coming from downstairs.

'Oh no' Severus think

He open the door of his room and dash out of it.

(Insert Control of hasley)

When he open the door he sees blood in the walls , at first they were little and smaller but as he got to the stairs he was seeing more and more , he descended the stairs and he was numb, a blood trail was indicating that the scream was from the livingroom.

He approach the living room and what he saw would change him forever , it would break him , it would reshape him forever.

He saw his mother tied to a chair.

Opon hearing the movement her mother lift her head and her state was visible.

Her hair was coloured by crimson red , both of her eyes were out.

Her leg was full of cuts and bruices...

Her nails were forcefully taken out and one of her ears was cut off.

"S... E .. V .. e .. R... u ...s" Said Eileen with harsh voice.

Suddenly a couple of footsteps resound of a person coming to the livingroom.

"Ahh son , here you are ... Do you like it?" Asked his father on a concerned and psycho tone.

Seeing no one was responding as Severus eyes were on his mother still trying to process the fact that she was on that state.

"I would that it`s very good considering i am a newbie..."

Severus was stunned he never iamgine that his father would do something like this , this , this is very perverse even by his standars.

"Why" Asked Severys with a very low voice.

" Ahhh , i got myself a very good deal , you see a couple of people call me to the phone and offer me money and to clear all of my debts if i did this , i couldn`t resist such tentation , i mean c`mon who would refuse such a deal, this deal is like gifted to me by the heavens." Finish his explanation his father

"Who ..." Asked Severus his eyes were still on his mother , at this moment he didn`t care for anything else other than that.

" I don`t know , they didn`t tell me names of anything like that" his father shrug his shoulders a little.

"But well..."

His father starts petting the numb Severus on the head , just as he was about to say something his father grabs his head and smash it to the wooden floor.

Severus felt a lot of pain on that moment , but he refuses to loose conciousness so he struggle through to keep his eyes open as he looks at his mother.

His father went to the kitchen to grab a knive.

In that moment as his father who found out the knive was arriveing at the living room his mother spoke.

"Severus ... I know i may not have been the perfect mother " Said his mother weakly and his father return to the living room.

He take place just behind his wife while he grab her kneck

"Se ... ve russ , grow up to be a great man , accomplish great things , study well and hard ,fall in love with whoever you like and always remember..." Said very weakly his mother as her husband was suffocating her with his deadly grip.

"Mom ... will always love you..." She said and look with her empty sockets to Severus while crying tears of blood.

And then his father made a slash with the knive on her throat.

And then he stab her .

Again and Again and again.

All of this under the watch of a heavily injured Severus.

'No , n,nononoononnoonoooONNOOOOOOOO' Thought Severus with pain as he watch his mother die.

His anger and hate for his father today cross a limit , he felt as if suddenly something moved within him.

With a shout that vent all of his emotions and frustrations that he has been keeping inside him .

"AAAAAAAAAA" Shouted Severus

And his fother was thrown to the hall from the living room.

And suddenly the same noice that Severus has been listening this past months made itself present.

But Severus now could confirm something , the noice that previously frightned him , no longer scares him and now that he could listen more clearly , he realices that i was a Roar from a beast.

He looked up to where the sound was coming from and he encounter a mirror in that mirror stood a beast.

The resulting entity takes on a colossal and awe-inspiring appearance, embodying the combined strengths and abilities of what it seems the individual beasts.

The fusion entity inherits the sleek and serpentine body of Venosnaker, but enhanced with additional features derived from the other Contract Monsters. The design showcases a fusion of scales, fur, and armored plating, combining the distinctive characteristics of each creature into a unified and harmonious form.

With this fusion, the entity possesses an array of abilities and powers. It can manipulate shadows, creating an aura of darkness that shrouds its movements and confuses opponents. Its venomous fangs deliver potent strikes, while razor-sharp claws tear through adversaries with ferocious precision.

The fusion entity's size grants it immense strength, enabling devastating physical attacks that can crumble obstacles and overwhelm foes. It harnesses elemental forces, unleashing bursts of flame, bolts of lightning, or gusts of wind with each strike. The versatility of these combined powers makes the fusion entity a force to be reckoned with.

This fusion symbolizes a perfect harmony of dark energy and immense power. It represents a convergence of the strengths and abilities of these creatures, blending their individual essences into a singular and extraordinary force.

'Beautifull' Thought Severus , but he noticed that black dots were appearing on his field of vision.

' I have to end this quickly before i loose my chance' Severus thought and he walk to where his father is.

He took the knive and under his father please of mercy he said.

"You know ... despite all of this i still consider you my father ... So i won´t kill you" Said Severus in his monotome tone.

"Thank you son-" He was interrupted by Severus before he could finish.

"But i will hurt you bad ... Really bad" Finish his sentence Severus.

"Wai-" Exclaimed his father but Severus quickly as he make a little cut on the face of his father.

He had previously study about this on the magical side and in biology at school.

"Heh , that won´t hurt me kid" Said his father while trying to get up and not understanding biology

"It wasn´t supposed to" Replied Severus as he watched while his father wound begin to bleed.

"This isn´t a YOUR house" Said Severus and while his father was distracted slash both of the joints of his feet.

"This isn´t YOUR living room" Said Severus as he slashed again but now on the nerve that connect the hands to the arms.

"AHHHHHHHHH" Screamed his father.

"This is an operation Table" Said Severus as he positioned behind his father and the knive was on the vertebral column.

"And I´M the surgeon" Said while he stab his father on the column.

His father screamed as he has lost the sensation to his legs.

Severus look to the mirror and asked

"I guess that you are hungry , you can take him to eat" Said Severus while he stand a metre from his father and sees how he is dragged to the mirror despite the screams, the curses , the crying and the blood.

After that he go to his mother and said

"I will become that mother , i ,i,ii i´m sorryyy " Said severus while crying and sobbing.

Severus cried and cried for what it seems to be an endless amount of time. But in one moment he heard something

*Knock , Knock*

He slowly got up and with the knive still on hand said behind the door.

" Who is it?"

"Severus it´s me , Raymond" Replied a familiar voice.

'Raymond?' Severus thought that he could be fake so he asked something that the actual Raymond would know the answer.

"If you are really Raymond , answer me this . What did Raymond was wearing in the last encounter with me" Said Severus.

" I was wearing a long black leather trench coat that reaches my ankles and has a sleek and fitted design. Underneath the coat, I was wearing a black button-down shirt that had blood in it and black leather pants.

To complete my attire, I was wearing a pair of black leather boots and my iconic pair of black sunglasses." Replied Raymond

Severus opened the door and Raymond saw what was on the other side of the door

The corpse...

And Severus appearence.

With his ever stoic face and before Severus say anything he inmediatly hugged Severus.

"It´s okay ... It´s okay" Said Raymond while conforting the sad Severus

Severus proceed to cry on raymond shoulder again , dropping the knive.

And while all of this was happening , Raymond was thinking of a single thing

'All according to the plan' Thought Raymond Amusedly.