Chapter 52: End of a Tyrant.

Albus could not help but chuckle as he pressed his wand on the fading death mark on worm tail's hand, shadowy wisps escaped from the dilapidated mark and floated to the sky forming the hideous mark in the sky above.

A moment later dark balls of cloudy wisps came in flying and landed around the field. The next thing they saw was the stunned figure of worm tail on the ground and the next thing they knew that the place was warded against apparition.

"Welcome dear death eaters, I am Aster Frost, your friendly neighborhood winter spirit. And tonight, we bring you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as, the Dark Lord Voldemort. The senior death eaters among you might know that he was once a very charming and charismatic individual before he destroyed his appearance with dark rituals."

"So, I decided to give him his body back and now we have Tommy Boy V 2.0 and I am very pleased to say that he has a face and physique that looks better than you lot any time of the day, all for a very simple price, his magic."

This garnered a lot of whispering among the death eaters who did not know what to do anymore, with the demon of DMLE and the leader of light wizards standing before them while Amelia Bones herself was holding them captive within wards of her making. And now they learn that their leader, their savior was stripped of his magic by this demon. They were helpless...

"I know that's you, Lucius," Aster snickered as he pointed towards the man who was garbed in his death eater robes and mask and continued, "so many threats about your lord coming back and him being the strongest, him being immortal and whatnot, now let me tell you something that I have kept from you for a long time and trust me I was so eager to tell you that Amelia had to bury me in the paperwork so that I had no chance to do so... HAHA, this is going to be epic..."

"So, you ready? Oh and you death eater bunch as well... Let me tell you the tale of the Dark Lord Voldemort." Aster started with the theatrics while the ex-dark lord could only look at him with a broken look in his eyes.

"So, let's start with the birth, Tom Marvolo Riddle was born on 31st December 1926. Later known as Lord Voldemort or, alternatively as You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was in truth an English half-blood wizard, who was considered to have been the most powerful and dangerous Dark Wizard of all time."

"He was amongst the greatest wizards to have ever lived, often considered more powerful or equal to Albus Dumbledore. The only child and son of Tom and Merope Riddle (née Gaunt), Riddle was raised in the Muggle-run Wool's Orphanage after his father abandoned his new family on the streets of London when the influence of her magic was lifted, and his mother died moments after giving birth to and naming him after his father and maternal grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt."

"Riddle began attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1938 and was sorted into the Slytherin house. Some of his early activities included the opening of Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets and the use of its monster, the Basilisk, to attack Muggle-born students, which resulted in Myrtle Warren's death, several months' service as a purchasing agent for the Dark artifacts shop Borgin and Burkes, use of the ability to speak Parseltongue, and the attainment of immortality between the years around 1943, a process begun upon the creation of his first Horcrux at the age of sixteen. He was made a prefect in 1942 until his graduation in 1945."

"Splitting his own spirit into a total of eight fragments, Riddle created an unprecedented seven Horcruxes, one unintentionally and without his knowledge — Harry Potter. Abandoning his 'Muggle' name, he became the self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort, which was an anagram of his birth name."

"So, the Dark Lord who rallied you bigots based on the blood purity and supremacy was in truth the bastard child of a squib from the Gaunt line and a muggle, as normal as they get. So, according to your 'respect-giving charts', he who was supposed to be a bottom feeder, made you kiss his boots and whatnot. Just think about it, this might be a real symbol of hope for those you call mud-bloods and vermin, he was someone who made you serve him as your lord despite his 'inferior birth' as you like to call it."

"So, dear Lucius, you who must know that he was a half-blood and still respect him for your own gains and the benefits he could bring you, a perfect businessman whose skills even I admire. So, what's your take on this, the honest one, I want to hear this from you the most." Aster smiled.

The other loyal death earters had mixed expressions, but the common thing among them was that each and everyone of them had lost the respect they had for Voldemort, which was either for his said ancestry as the heir of Slytherin or the immense power he once held.

Avery, who was the craziest of the bunch simply walked forth with a stalwart face and raised his wand, Albus drew his wand to disarm the man but Aster stopped him from doing anything, "just watch Albus. This is the end of a dictator who lost his power, just watch the show."

Avery walked up to the former dark lord and looked him in the eye, and then a streak of light, "CRUCIO".

Voldy fell on the ground writhing like the miserable victims he once tortured, and Avery being an expert in torture, one could always be sure that his curses would hurt the worst as the man was a genius in anything related to curses or the dark arts in general.

"So, the damn spirit brings us here and tells us that the man we served with our fealty and names was nothing more than a deceiving vermin... You made a mockery of our names, our families, you bastard made us taint our ancestry! CRUCIO!"

"Did you find it funny? A vermin ordering us of the noble blood, did you forget what we did to those who dared deceive us? Let me remind you, CRUCIO!"

Avery kicked the quivering figure of Voldemort right in the gut and continued doing so as he hurled a string of abuses that would simply be censored if written on Web Novel.

Aster walked up to the man and smiled, "it's done Avery, he lost his senses, look in his eyes, he is no more than a broken doll, with the pitiful state his soul was in after splitting eight times over, the shock of losing his magic and then the cruciatus curse you gracefully presented him with, caused him to lose his senses."

"We of the noble families and blood have no more association with this vermin and you can rest assured that we of the Dark Families will have no more issues with the Auror Department, consider this a token of friendship in exchange for the grace of opening our eyes to the truth." Lucius bowed in grace and the former death eater entourage left after Amelia canceled the wards she laid around the place.

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"See Albus, things are always simple as long as you have enough reputation and power to back you. Voldie based his story on lies and power, and he never cared enough to earn the loyalty of his followers, and now that he has lost his power and the truth behind him has come to light, he has lost it all. But if you remember Gellert, he was a man who lead by example, and even after his defeat and fake death, he still commands respect and fear in the hearts of man and wizard alike." Aster smiled as he looked at the old man.

"This Albus is your fault as well, you plan too much and do too little and spend valuable time procrastinating your actions rather than acting and this makes you the idiot you are, and then comes the inflated ego being called 'the second coming of merlin' has brought you. You never check up on your moves, you plan and move and then start thinking about your next move."

"Life is nothing like chess Albus, lives are at stake here and you can't think that making decisions that were never yours to make as your right because of your strength, doing so will make you no better than the two dark lords you have fought against."

"People are not pieces and them trusting you to lead them does not mean you have control over their lives, on the contrary, you are responsible for their lives. There are no sacrifices that you chose to make but tragedies and murders you committed in the name of the greater good. The people trust you Dumbledore and don't make them regret their decisions anymore. Think as a fellow human, not as a God beyond the board." Aster spoke with a grave tone and the words shocked the old wizard to his core.

"Sigh, I am too old for this... I know that the things I have done were not excusable but I still did them under the notion, believing that it was for the greater good... Sigh... I guess I should relieve myself of the other responsibilities and work on my post as the Head Master of Hogwarts. I guess this was for the best." The old man sighed and apparated away, leaving Amelia and Aster behind with the mind-broken Voldemort, who would have wished to die than live like this.

A/N: So, the Black Clover won the poll, and now comes the tough part...

Who to invite to the group. Give your suggestions here. [ ]

For the next arc, it would be Strike the Blood, while Tokyo Ghoul would be among the choices for the world poll after that.

[Get me to 300 power stones and I will give you a bonus chappie.]