The Wandering Devil (TWD)

The Wandering Devil

Chapter: 20

Note: To that one person constantly crying about the 'Pointless idiocy' and how an artefact that literally helps with magic control wouldn't affect his demonic power. If you're going to critique me at least make sense. 

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(A Battle of Titans)

I found myself nodding in satisfaction. 

"This was a good idea." 

One of my followers ran into the room, his form shaking. "My Lord, the bank is surrounded! We are trapped."

This was an okay idea.

"How many? And who do they belong to?" I calmly questioned. 

"Fifty at least. I didn't see who they were affiliated with." He hurriedly replied, looking at me in desperation even as my seemingly unfazed attitude calmed him down.

This was a bad idea.

I mean, my reasoning still stood. I didn't have much time and I wanted to learn magic. 

Was embracing the Dark Lord lifestyle and creating a force of magical humans to raid a magical bank a bit drastic? 

Yes.

Would I have been so willing to go through with this exact same course of actions if I hadn't been put in the situation I had been put in? Maybe not. I didn't regret it. Having followers was awesome and as I said it was scratching an itch I hadn't known I needed scratching. 

Fifty magical humans though, I was strong no doubt but the wizards of this world were tricky. They weren't to be looked over just because they weren't insanely strong. 

The stronger wizards of this world had shown they could be a pain in the ass. Considering I had my step into the doorway of the high class made that feat impressive. 

A high-class being was easy to look over in favour of the ultimate class but even in devil society I was a huge deal. 

Back to the matter at hand, at the same time I don't know if I could handle fifty trained powerful wizards if they were from the ministry. 

It was a good thing I had never intended to leave via the entrance. That may have been a tricky situation to deal with. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. It was obvious someone was going to respond to the attack. 

By the sounds of it they were perched up outside and intending to wait for us to leave. 

My idea wasn't exactly what one would call sane but it had been done before. 

Reginald looked towards me calmly. "My Lord, what are we going to do? It might be the ministry."

Clint was beside me, looking at me urgently. 

Only Reginald didn't seem to possess that deep fear of the Ministry. 

I crossed my arms, putting on my best nonchalant smile. "I've got a plan."

I turned to the goblin teller standing stiffly in the corner, his beady eyes flicking nervously between me and the nervous follower who had just delivered the grim news. 

"So, tell me," I drawled, gesturing vaguely around the cavernous bank. "You wouldn't happen to have, I don't know, a dragon lying around, would you?"

The goblin's face scrunched up as he glared at me.

Reginald shot me a quizzical look, as if he couldn't understand my thought process. 

"A dragon?" He asked in confusion. 

"Yeah, you know, big scaly beast, breathes fire? One of those." I tapped my chin thoughtfully. "Seems like the kind of thing you goblins would keep around for... security purposes."

The goblin muttered something under his breath about insane wizards but after a moment, he scowled and I could see him try to resist before he grudgingly nodded.

"We do have a dragon. It guards some of the lower vaults."

"Fantastic." I clapped my hands. "Now, be a good goblin and lead the way, will you?"

My other followers had just finished packing up the vault of its content, they now stood. Waiting for my next orders. 

The wizard next to me looked confused at my line of conversation with the Goblin Teller but nevertheless waited obediently. 

The goblin grumbled but obeyed, leading us deeper into the maze of tunnels beneath Gringotts. The further we went, the hotter it got and as we approached a certain part of the corridors the air began to become thick with the faint scent of sulphur. 

"Lord Zephyrion, do you intend to unleash the beast as a distraction?" Reginald inquired. "It's a solid strategy, certainly better than walking straight into their hands outside the bank. However, controlling the creature could prove difficult for us. Despite its raw power, it shouldn't be underestimated. They are incredibly intelligent."

That was a difference from the Dragons I had seen in the original, but then again. I didn't even know how my power worked. Expecting certain universes to operate the same way as I knew them to would be foolish.

"I'm sure our Lord could handle a Dragon." Clint calmly replied beside me.

My followers were looking at me nervously but my earlier display seemed to have instilled confidence into them. I kept my pace brisk and my expression calm. 

"You'll see."

Always look like you're in control, it's a fundamental rule of being a Dark Lord. One I just made up. 

Finally, we arrived at a massive iron gate. Beyond it, I could hear the unmistakable low growl of a truly enormous creature. 

The goblin turned to me, his expression somewhere between resigned and smug.

"There you go," he said, gesturing toward the gate. "Your dragon."

His voice was taunting, his beady eyes looking at me smugly. 

I stepped forward, peering through the bars to get a good look. 

This was my first time seeing a dragon and it was magnificent. With gleaming scales, razor-sharp claws and a pair of molten gold eyes that seemed to bore straight into my soul. It served its reputation as an apex predator. 

I turned to my followers, spreading my arms wide. "Ladies and gentlemen, meet our ride!"

"What?" one of them squeaked. "My Lord, you want us to ride that?"

"Of course," I said breezily. "We're not exactly strolling out the front door, are we? Well, we can but your guaranteed safety becomes a little less guaranteed."

The goblin was looking at me like I was insane. 

"My Lord, are you sure this is a good idea?" Reginald asked after a moment. 

"Of course it is, you'll be riding with me. So there's nothing to fear or are you doubting my ability to handle a Dragon?" I questioned.

I watched as all of their eyes grew determined and the trust they had in me deepened. 

Good. 

Reginald shook his head, his eyes and posture completely relaxed. "No, if you believe this is the best path. Then I shall simply follow orders. Though I do admit this wasn't the path of events I had been expecting."

I shot him an amused smile. 

The goblin opened the gate with a reluctant wave of his hand, and the dragon immediately turned its head toward us, letting out a rumbling growl. 

I stepped forward. 

The dragon froze, its gaze locking onto mine. 

That only lasted a moment, its maw opening to shoot a massive wave of fire. The Dragons roar shook the ground.

The wave of fire roared toward me like a living thing, heat rolling off it in waves that made the air shimmer. I raised my hand calmly, focusing on my demonic energy. 

A wall of water surged up from nowhere, crashing into the inferno and filling the room with steam. My followers flinched at the deafening hiss but I held my ground, staring down the dragon as the fire sputtered out.

"Clint, make sure to keep everyone back while I tame this Dragon." I ordered firmly.

"Y-yes my Lord." He replied in awe.

I smiled, the wizarding society really did have that power worship thing going on. 

I kicked off the ground in a show of speed, going closer to the Dragon to take his attention off the watching wizards and witches.

The dragon lunged, its massive jaws snapping shut inches from where I had stood. I moved like a shadow, slipping to the side and letting the beast's head crash into the stone floor which sent cracks spidering through the stone.

Its scaled-tail whipped out, narrowly avoiding me as I was left stunned by its speed. 

How the fuck did Wizards and Witches keep these things subjugated.

The dragon turned its molten gaze on me, snarling as it prepared another attack. 

I finally responded by slamming my foot into the ground, sending a ripple of earth energy through the floor. Spikes of rock exploded up from the ground, forcing the dragon to rear back with a roar of irritation.

My fist lashed out and I nearly sent a wave of fire at it before rescinding my fist. 

I didn't want to look stupid.

As a creature who breathed fire it would obviously have fire resistance. 

Waving my hand, spikes dislodged from the rock and were sent towards the Dragon. The Dragon dodged but could only growl in pain as a massive stone pillar slammed into its scaled gut.

I didn't stop, sending a blast of cold frosty air that was followed up by bullets of ice. The Dragon whined in pain, its intelligent eyes staring at me in bewilderment.

"Did you see that?" Alissa whispered to one of the others, awe clear in his voice.

"Shh," Clint hissed. "Don't distract him!"

I nearly snorted in amusement. 

The dragon retaliated with a swipe of its claws, faster than anything that size had any right to be. I brought my arms up, summoning a shimmering barrier of wind that deflected the attack, though the force sent me skidding back a few feet.

A massive gale of wind erupted from me and sent the Dragon onto its back, my eyes narrowed at it in an annoyance. 

I was wasting too much Demonic power. 

I slammed my foot and massive stone pillars bound it to its back. A massive pillar pushed up from its back and forced the Dragon through the multiple stone pillars that shattered.

It whined in pain. Opening its maw in a last ditch effort. A massive stream of fire was sent at me and I returned with a powerful blast of wind that redirected the fire back into its face. 

Again, massive pillars of stone entrapped it and water came up in a thick crescent to form around its maw. Turning into a thick line of ice that stopped it from opening. 

I came closer to its defeated form, its eyes looking at me in resignation. 

For a moment, it felt like we were having some kind of unspoken conversation. 

Then, with a huff, it lowered its head further to the ground. 

I smiled victoriously. With a wave of my hand wind blades shattered the stone pillars and the thick line of ice melted, leaving a mark on its scaled maw. its massive wings folding against its sides.

I turned back to my followers, who were staring at me like I'd just parted the Red Sea. 

"See? Nothing to it. Now, everybody. Get on the peaceful Dragon and hold on tight."

Everyone stared at me, even Reginald looked shocked. 

There was an explosion in the distance. 

They all scrambled up the dragon's back, clinging to its scales for dear life. 

I climbed up last, positioning myself just behind its massive neck. The goblin who had guided us here was still standing by the gate, watching with a mix of disbelief and irritation.

"Thanks for the help," I called down to him, giving a lazy wave. "You've been great. Really."

Dozens of armoured goblins could be spotted in the distance.

Just in time. 

And with that, I gave the dragon a light tap on the side. "Up we go, big guy."

The dragon let out a deafening roar, its wings unfurling with a rush of wind. 

A second later, we were airborne, the ground falling away beneath us. My followers were screaming, clutching at whatever they could grab as the dragon shot upward, its massive wings beating furiously.

I lowered my head to its scales and we burst through the ceiling of Gringotts in a shower of debris, soaring into the open air. 

Below us, the wizards who had been lying in wait outside the bank were thrown into chaos, shouting and pointing as the dragon carried us higher and higher.

"Who says Improvisation isn't a skill," I said, grinning. 

The dragon let out another triumphant roar, carrying us higher into the sky. 

I looked down on the many wizards and witches. They were all wearing masks. One figure stood out to me, he stood in the middle of them all. I noted the way all of them seemed to defer to him. 

Red glowing eyes met mine. 

Voldermort. 

He coldly stared at me, unimpressed. He raised his wand.

"My Lord." Reginald spoke up urgently. "That's Voldermort."

He confirmed my assumption.

Voldemort's wand flicked sharply and an immense wave of dark magic surged toward us, crackling with energy. Liquid shadow formed into a massive swirling hurricane that fired towards us.

The sheer force of the attack distorted the air, creating a vortex of pressure that threatened to tear us out of the sky.

I reacted, raising my hand. A barrier of elemental energy fire, wind, and water combined formed before me, meeting the attack head-on. The collision sent a deafening shockwave rippling through the air, and the dragon roared in protest, its massive body struggling to remain aloft.

Annoying. I hadn't expected the other Dark Lord to attack me. It was obvious this assault was meant for me. By the looks of it, he was strong. Stronger than all the wizards I had encountered.

My demonic energy also wasn't at full capacity.

I turned my gaze back toward Voldemort challengingly, whose expression remained cold and calculating. 

The glowing red of his eyes seemed to burn brighter, and his body began to radiate an aura so dark that I could feel it even from this distance.

Shadows erupted from his form like a storm, tendrils of darkness unfurling and spreading across the sky. The shadows coalesced. Twisting and writhing in the air until they formed an enormous, monstrous cloud of pure darkness. 

It surged upward, with Voldermort's body at the front of it. The cloud swallowed the light of the sun as it rose.

His body was shooting up to use at an impressive speed. 

Looks like I'm going to have to fight him.

"My Lord!" Clint called out nervously.

"Clint, work with Reginald to find a secure place to land and put this Dragon somewhere secure. We will meet at the house." I calmly ordered.

"You're going to fight him alone?" Reginald asked, a hint of awe seeping through his voice.

I smirked. "Damn right." 

Bat wings exploded out my back. 

I hovered, allowing the Dragon to fly away behind me. 

Voldermort slowed down, coming to float a short distance away from me.

"Oh? You've come to face me alone. Admirable." Voldermort's unbothered voice said. "It's foolish but I can appreciate bravery."

"Maybe. The same could be said for you." I replied. Earning an amused stare. "I do have to wonder why you're targeting me though." 

Voldemort's lips curled into a cold smirk. "Two Dark Lords cannot coexist. The whispers have reached even my ears. A supposed new Dark Lord carving a path of chaos."

His wand twitched, almost imperceptibly. A sudden surge of dark energy crackled in the air between us as a purple spell flashed through the air. I was already moving, weaving to the side as a curse whizzed past.

"Flattering," I said flatly, my wings beating behind me as I maintained my position. "Though you could've just sent an invitation. We could've had tea and talked this out like civilised tyrants."

Voldemort's smirk widened. "That's true, how about you surrender and serve under me?"

"I'm good."

Without warning, his wand rose and a torrent of flames exploded through the sky. 

"Pestis Incendium!" 

The cursed fire formed into the crude shape of a serpent that roared toward me like a living beast, tendrils of flame travelling through the sky towards me. 

I shot upward with a burst of speed, narrowly avoiding the flames. My hand snapped forward and a wave of icy wind followed, attempting to push back the massive flame beast. 

The massive mass of cursed fire lit up the sky as it turned, chasing me. 

The cursed fire beast roared, its serpentine form twisting as it lunged after me. I propelled myself backward, channelling raw demonic energy into my palms. 

With a sweeping motion, I summoned a massive wave of water from the sewage system below me as a medium to spend less demonic energy and sent it surging forward to meet the Fiendfyre. 

The two forces clashed violently, steam erupting as water collided with cursed flames and shrouding the sky in a dense, heated fog.

But Voldemort wasn't idle. 

Through the haze, silent flashes of green and red light erupted from his wand. 

Unforgivable curses, their lethality betrayed by their eerie quiet. 

I narrowly avoided the Killing Curse, its venomous green light illuminating the mist. Another curse nearly struck my shoulder. A sickly read colour I assumed was the Cruciatus. 

I retaliated with a surge of wind blades that ripped through the fog.

Voldemort emerged unscathed, a shield shimmering as the wind blades impacted on it. Cracks appearing briefly before vanishing. 

His crimson eyes locked onto mine, his expression unreadable as he raised his wand again. Shadows swirled around him, drawn inward like a black hole preparing to unleash destruction.

I exhaled sharply, extending both hands outward. 

The elemental energy within me roared to life. Fire and ice spiralled together like two snakes on either side of me. 

I hurled the fusion of elements directly at the massive serpent of flame. The impact was cataclysmic, an explosion of light and heat that momentarily silenced the battlefield.

Voldemort shielded himself from the blast, but I was already moving. 

With a flick of my wrist, I sent a concentrated shockwave of compressed air hurtling toward him. He wasn't prepared and his shield faltered, the force struck him squarely, sending him spiralling backward.

He regained control quickly, his gaze now cold and calculating. The sheer malice in his presence was suffocating, I simply smirked in response to his frustration. 

Just as we went to continue shouts of alarm rang out, we both glanced down to see a massive battle raging below us. 

The Ministry had arrived. 

A massive beam of light ripped through the air, forcing the both of us back. 

An older man who looked to be in his fifties came floating up, standing on a hovering platform.

His sharp electric blue eyes looked over to Voldermort who was sneering in hatred.

"Tom." 

"Dumbledore." Voldermort replied, his teeth clenched. 

The now identified Dumbledore looked over to me with a sad frown. "So young and talented yet set on such a Dark Path."

Oi.

Voldemort's red eyes slowly panned over to me, still keeping the old man within his sight.

"Be careful boy, the old goat is more dangerous than the both of us." He begrudgingly admitted.

I gave him a questioning stare. 

"Don't get the wrong idea, If anyone is going to kill you it'll be me." He sneered.

How kind.

"As for you, let's see if you can divide that hero complex of yours between us and my inferi, killing innocent Aurors and making even more inferi." He laughed maniacally.

He waved his hand and a swarm of weird malnourished creatures swarmed out from hidden alleyways. 

Dumbledore's frown tightened. Dumbledore raised his wand.

The elder wand…

The air around him hummed with raw magical power. 

A sphere of blinding light burst forth, expanding outward in a radiant wave that disintegrated dozens of the Inferi on contact. Their twisted, decaying forms crumbled into ash, leaving nothing but faint echoes of their screams.

"…"

He floated forward on his platform, his sharp blue eyes never leaving Voldemort. 

With another flick of his wrist, debris from the battlefield below rose into the air. Massive chunks of stone and iron hurtled into the swarming masses of Inferi, crushing them with precision. 

A simple wave of his wand and several Inferi were transfigured mid-stride into harmless birds that fluttered away, while others became inert stone statues, frozen in their last moments of motion.

My posture stiffened. This old man… he was most definitely in the high-class. 

My wary gaze locked onto him, Even Voldemort seemed momentarily unsettled, though he masked it with his usual sneer.

Voldemort growled low, his wand slashing through the air to summon a volley of dark green and black curses, streaking toward Dumbledore like deadly meteors.

Dumbledore raised a hand, and with a flick of his wand, a shimmering dome of energy enveloped him. Each spell struck the barrier with a resonant hum, the impacts sending shockwaves rippling outward. 

His calm expression didn't falter. Instead, his free hand gestured sharply, sending jagged shards of glowing crystal raining down toward Voldemort.

The Dark Lord deflected the shards with a wave of his wand, his shield of shadows holding firm.

I decided to join, lightning crackled around me as I decided to use the deadliest element I could wield comfortably. I sent a thick bolt of lightning at each of them, forcing them both to defend. 

Voldemort was pushed back and Dumbledore simply summoned a massive chunk of stone that acted as a shield. The stone exploded but he waved and the fragments turned into needle-like spikes that exploded towards me. 

Dumbledore took that time to deal with the Inferi attacking the Aurors below with relative success. 

Tendrils of pure white energy erupted from his wand, forming searing barriers that corralled the remaining Inferi. 

With a sharp downward motion, he unleashed a concentrated beam of light vaporising the trapped creatures in an instant.

I decided I didn't want to stay in this fight for any longer. Voldermort had recovered, sending dark spells at the both of us. Dumbledore was like an immovable object while I was forced to dodge. 

I pointed one finger at each of them, summoning a truly massive amount of demonic energy. A massive wave of flames exploded out and forced them both to take cover. 

Flying away, I swung my hand. A stream of fire getting sent to both of their respective followers. Which forced them to divert their attention.

With that, my wings let me glide through the air and away from the scene. To which I found a floo and left the scene completely. 

What a mess. 

-{Jacob Jenkins}-

He sighed tiredly, looking around the scene of destruction. The scene left by two Dark Lords and the Supreme Mugwump in action. Along with their followers.

This was a mess…

When they had heard Gringots was being raided they had assembled a quick force along with a letter to Dumbledore, who had arrived surprisingly fast.

He silently cast 'Reparo' rebuilding a destroyed house. 

The New Dark Lord had proven himself to be just as terrifying as Voldermort. They had known he was strong but being equal to Voldermort was a big deal and something that would need necessary action.

Jacob smirked lightly as an idea came to mind. 

-{Reginald Greengrass}-

Reginald frowned, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the door. They had successfully made it back to what the… small den Clint had led him back to. 

He sighed, putting his lot in with the young Lord had been a good idea. He had been secretly testing him and he had to admit he wasn't disappointed. 

The fact he had given him some sort of summoning magic to request help from him in danger was a show of care he hadn't expected. 

Reginald truly hoped he was as strong as he had shown himself to be and that he didn't get defeated by Vol-

The door busted open, a calm Zephyrion strolling in.

"…"

He dismissed his thoughts.

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