Chapter 71 The Rose and the Snake 11
Abraxas held on to his last bit of consciousness and placed the poisoned apple that he had taken a bite of heavily on the silver plate, making a crisp "clang" sound.
He raised his hand and used the back of his finger to wipe away the liquid mixed with gold juice and blood from the corner of his mouth.
The gray-blue eyes lost focus due to the severe pain, but they stared intently, with an almost provocative madness, at Voldemort's scarlet pupils, which were surging with raging anger due to backlash and shock!
The corners of his lips, stained with venom and blood, curled up into a cold and broken arc, and his voice was hoarse but clear enough to penetrate the dead silent garden.
"Are you satisfied? My dear...Dark Lord?"
And almost as soon as he finished speaking——
“Ahhh!! Eyes! Its eyes!!!”
A house-elf who was closest to the flowers and was in charge of serving wine accidentally caught a glimpse of CC's eyes burning with scarlet light in the shadows, and let out a heart-wrenching scream of terror!
In an instant, all eyes turned from the staggering Abraxas and Voldemort with blood on his cuffs to the shadow in the corner of the garden!
There, the old house-elf CC was curled up, his thin body trembling violently with extreme fear, and the bandage on his arm was oozing dark green blood.
But what's really creepy are its eyes!
No longer a muddy green.
Instead, they were two balls of steadily burning, pure and cold scarlet, as if extracted from the furnace of hell!
The light penetrated the shadows and shone brightly under the brilliance of the magic ball, emitting an ominous aura of the same origin and nature as the gleam in Voldemort's eyes when he was furious.
It was like two searchlights from the abyss, mercilessly illuminating the souls of everyone present, bringing a chill and sense of blasphemy deep into the bone marrow!
CC's scarlet devil eyes, burning in the darkness, were like a gaze from the abyss, and were instantly exposed to the brilliance of the magic light ball.
Voldemort turned his head suddenly, and his scarlet pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme when he saw the steadily burning scarlet light in CC's eyes, which originated from his own.
A chill stronger and colder than the backlash of magic instantly gripped him!
"Merlin's beard!"
"What...what kind of monster is that?!"
"Its eyes... and... and..." No one dared to say the rest, but their terrified eyes involuntarily glanced at the being in the center of the field who also had scarlet devil eyes.
The dead silence was broken, replaced by suppressed gasps, the sound of cups and plates breaking on the ground, and the ladies' suppressed screams.
The originally elegantly dressed, hypocritically harmonious banquet instantly turned into chaos! Fear spread like a plague.
Voldemort's head whipped around.
The last trace of disguised gentleness on his handsome face completely shattered, leaving only solidified murderous intent that was cold enough to freeze the blood.
His scarlet pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme when he saw the two balls of steadily burning scarlet light in CC's eyes, which came from the same source as his own power.
A surge of rage, stronger and colder than the backlash of magic, as if someone had discovered his most core secret, erupted in his chest like a volcano!
"Silencio! (Silent!)" A cold, emotionless spell shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand almost instantly.
It hit the screaming elf with great precision, causing it to fall to the ground instantly without a sound.
But it was too late.
The seeds of fear have been sown.
Voldemort's gaze was like a poisoned icicle, fixed on the shivering CC, and then swept across the pale and shaky Abraxas.
Deep within the scarlet pupils, a storm is brewing.
Was it a coincidence, a curse, or... some more terrible contamination and duplication that he had not yet understood?
How could this lowly house-elf possess the symbol of his power?!
"Take it." Voldemort's voice was not loud, but it was like a cold iron block hitting everyone's heart, with an unquestionable will to destroy. "That elf... is seriously contaminated by drugs."
The two closest wizards, wearing Auror uniforms (actually Death Eaters in disguise), immediately drew their wands and approached the flowers with serious expressions.
In the chaos, Abraxas struggled to stand firm, enduring the erosion of snake venom in his body, the tearing pain caused by the fierce confrontation with the dark magic fragments, and the dizziness of his magic core being on the verge of collapse.
Voldemort's murderous intent and shock were like tangible ice water poured over him.
The scarlet in CC's eyes... was indeed related to Voldemort. It was not an illusion last night.
Was it an accident of the love potion, or some unconscious leakage and contamination of Voldemort's power?
The shock and potential threat brought by this discovery even temporarily overwhelmed his physical pain.
He had to figure it out.
This not only concerns the life and death of an elf, but may also touch upon the essence and weakness of Voldemort's power.
Just when the two pseudo-Aurors were about to point their wands at CC, Abraxas moved!
Instead of rushing towards CC, he staggered forward and suddenly grabbed Voldemort's left wrist, which was stained with his own blood and had blood seeping from the cuff.
The movement was abrupt and forceful, with a reckless determination.
"Lord Voldemort!"
Abraxas' voice was hoarse and broken from the pain and the forced breath.
His gray-blue eyes burned with an almost crazy fire, staring intently at Voldemort's scarlet pupils.
"It...it's just an elf! A poor little thing...that was innocently involved. You can't..."
He was breathing heavily, as if he would collapse at any moment, but the fingers that gripped Voldemort's wrist were like iron clamps.
"...Just because its eyes...are as beautiful as yours...it doesn't mean..." He deliberately emphasized the word "beautiful" with a twisted, almost provocative compliment.
Voldemort's body suddenly stiffened.
His wrist was grasped by Abraxas' cold, bloody and venomous fingers, and the touch made him extremely uncomfortable.
What made him even more furious was Abraxas' words and eyes - they seemed to be pleading, but in fact they were naked temptations and provocations.
How dare he! How dare he use that ugly elf to blaspheme him like this! How dare he even hint that the scarlet in that lowly elf's eyes had anything to do with him?!
"Let go, Malfoy."
Voldemort's voice was as deep as the roar of the abyss, and every word was filled with chilling murderous intent.
He tried to pull his hand away, but Abraxas' grip was tight.
"No... Your Excellency..."
Instead of letting go, Abraxas leaned more of his weight on him, as if he would collapse on him at any moment.
The gray-blue eyes were misted with pain, but she stared stubbornly into the scarlet abyss, "Please... for the sake of my... 'loyalty'..."
"Loyalty?" Voldemort laughed in anger, his smile was twisted and hideous, and the scarlet in his eyes was like a boiling sea of blood.
"Your 'loyalty' means bringing a poisoned apple to the banquet? You mean allowing a lowly elf to blaspheme my power with his filthy eyes?!"
He had completely lost his patience, his mind dominated by the rage of having his reverse scale touched and the pure desire for destruction aroused by Abraxas's poor performance!
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