TW: Gore and death.

THE PRINCE

As I stand over my parents bloody, mangled bodies, I realize my destiny. 

I look over at Spritz, her face half-hidden in the moonlight.

She won't make eye contact with me.

Until she does.

But then, she gasps.

SPRITZ

As I stand over the king and queen's destroyed, dead bodies, I realize the damage I have done.

I stare down at the blade in my hand, crimson dripping down to my feet.

I can't tear my eyes from my hands, caked in dried remains.

I make eye contact with The Prince.

His eyes are red and his pupils have gone from circles to snake-like slits.

A sharp breath escapes my lips as he gazes upon me, "T-Tom. What the hell did we just do?"

A laugh comes from deep within his throat, not the normal light-hearted chuckle that I'm used to, "We killed the King and Queen. Do you know what that means, my love?"

He makes his way towards me, picking up my fragile, red hand, "Tom, stop. This is horrifying. Why--How did you convince me to do this?"

He kisses the back of my hand and looks up at me, "Well, I've been told that I'm very...persuasive, princess."

"I. Am. Not. A. Princess."

"Correct you are, my love, for you are The Queen now."

"N-no. I won't be. I can't be. Not like this."

"You were all for killing Sirius earlier. Did you have a sudden change of heart, darling?"

I push him away from me, his words hissing through my ears, "Thomas, this isn't a fucking joke! We just murdered your parents!"

"Hush now, keep down, wouldn't want to alarm anyone."

"They'll find out eventually!"

"Nessie, chill. It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that--" I nervously laugh, "Not that big of a deal? You're fucking mad!"

"All the best are mad, sweetheart."

I scoff, "Prince Riddle of Fois, you just killed your parents and now you're blood-hungry! I swear to god, there were easier ways to become Kin! Couldn't you have waited until your parents died?"

"Why, of course. I did wait for my parents to die. I just...made it come sooner than they would have hoped. Now, stop being hysterical and come here," he opens his arms to me, a loving smile on his face. 

He looks...normal. 

Normal except for the blood covering his white dress shirt.

THE PRINCE

As I stand there, my arms out, I realize how crazy she must think I am, "Spritz, listen to me. What we just did is horrible, to you. What you don't understand is how much they deserved it."

"No one deserves this, Tom."

"If they didn't die, Spritz, I would have!"

"Don't yell at me."

"I'm sorry."

"Now, what do you mean by, 'I would have'?"

"I would have killed myself if I had to spend more time with these horrid things I'm supposed to call parents. My mother is...was...an alcoholic. My father, well, he was...a terrible person. I don't know what words to use to describe how awful he was...Spritz, he slept with the maids, he paid them to keep it a secret, he paid me not to tell mother. He beat the maids if they didn't obey him. Hell, he beat the guards if they wouldn't keep watch while he did the maids. He did so much more but you'll never understand."

"You're right. I don't understand. The one thing I do understand is you're in pain. Pain makes you do horrible things. I can help you."

"You can help me," I take her hand once more, "Nessie Spritz of Tarsim, daughter of Dachary, Lady of the castle, will you please do me the honour and rule beside me as Queen of Fois?"

"What'll it cost, Thomas? I started to think I might be able to love you..."

"Then love me. It won't cost any more than your time."

"Tom..."

"You don't have to make a decision now, it's alright. You can rule by my side without being queen if that is what you wish."

"I think...that would be the better option."

"Understood. I told you I would make a warrior out of you, no?"

She nods her head slowly. 

I watch as her solemn expression twists into a menacing glare, "Riddle, I have an idea."

I raise my eyebrows and smile, "And that idea would be...?"

"Well, you crave violence, no?"

"You could say that..."

"Why not start a group. Kind of like destructores del reino but we'll be fighting to keep the kingdom in our hands. You'll get your violence and we can slowly take over the world."

"The world? As in, the whole world?"

"If that is what you wish..."

"And what would this group be called?"

"How about...The Deatheaters?"

TWO MONTHS LATER

Randall Lopez never thought the day would come. He has to change his name to remain anonymous and unhunted.  The Deatheaters consume his every waking move, for remained loyal only for Spritz.

THE GENERAL

Two months ago, The Prince ended The Choice, choosing Lady Nessie to be his bride. 

Press believed that they got married.

While she agreed on the win, she did not marry him.

She took up the role of Queen while he ruled as King.

One night, Nessie came to me in my study, asking if she could change her name.

The decision, while not up to me, was made.

Today, we go to change them, finally assuming the titles we need to lay low.

I confidently approach the table in the middle of the Ministry marked, Name Change Desk. I clear my throat, "Hello, I am a General from the castle of Fois. I would like to change my name."

"Alrighty. Let's get that in order," a kind, young woman answers. I notice Spritz's hands shaking from the corner of my eye.

"Nothing to be afraid of, Nessie."

"Of course not. Of course not.

FOUR HOURS LATER

I watch as, formly Nessie, skips out of the Ministry. Very unusual for her character, but lovely all the less.

I look down at my name change documents, smiling at my new name.

Rodulphus Lestrange.