"Narcissa, when are our children arriving?" Lucius Malfoy was not in the best of moods.
He had to use a wheelchair to get around. The poison his enemies had given him had destroyed his magical core.
A wizard's cells are imbued with magic, and when a wizard loses his magic, his body begins to deteriorate at a faster rate. It was possible that Lucius might not live another five years.
In his mind, he cursed the Carrows. According to Narcissa, they were the ones who had tried to take his life. The Ministry was about to take action against them.
"They're here, waiting in your office," the blonde woman took the wheelchair and began to push it. Her mind was filled with fear. Today was the day Draco would be judged.
"Good. Has there been any response from the Flamels?" Lucius knew his life expectancy would be short. That was why he had contacted people who could reverse his situation. The Flamels were one of the few people who might have a chance of curing him. He didn't have high hopes. After all, they hadn't even answered Arcturus Black's call.
One of his contacts told him of a possible cure. Apparently, he had found a girl in Italy with special healing abilities. She would be one of his options. But there was a problem. The Catholic Church protected her. His contact didn't want to take any risks. Lucius didn't know how the Muggles could stop him from getting her. He considered the possibility that angels might be involved. In the end, he dismissed the idea. He knew of the existence of demons, but angels? The idea seemed unlikely. Nevertheless, he decided to press his contact for information.
Lucius thought that the Muggle religion might indeed be based on some kind of magical creatures.
Soon, they entered Lord Malfoy's office.
There were only two people in it.
His son, Draco, stood uncomfortably behind the oak desk, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor beneath the furniture.
In front of him was his nephew, Altair Black. His face was calm and relaxed, although his jaw was clenched, as if he was trying to suppress a sound.
"What are you doing at my desk?" His voice sounded sick and tired. It did not have the desired effect at all; even Draco looked at him with a kind of pity. Lucius wondered why his son looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Just going over some papers," the boy didn't break down in front of him. Not like he had when he was little. Not the way he had been indoctrinated.
"Do you need help, Master?" Narcissa said submissively. Beads of sweat were visible on her forehead as she looked at her son. 'I need a good performance.'
"No. You've done a wonderful job gathering all this information against the Malfoy family."
"Mother!" Draco said. His mind quickly put it all together. His mother had been seduced by Altair before his sister.
Narcissa just looked at him with a mixture of sadness and disdain. It saddened her as a mother, but she was also disappointed to see him so broken.
"Narcissa..." Lucius whispered. "It was you. Not the Averys. You made me…" He began to cough. His wife looked at him coldly. The only bond between them was their children.
"Avery?" Altair raised an eyebrow. "You acted against them without my permission," his hand seemed to be searching for something under the oak cabinet.
"The Ministry will arrest them... Lucius will plead for her to receive the Dementor's Kiss," Narcissa said, moving towards Altair. She stood behind him and began to stroke his shoulders. She licked her lips as she looked under the desk.
Lucius gritted his teeth at the sight of his wife being so brazen with his nephew.
"We'll talk about the Averys later." He said neither happy nor angry. "Over two hundred crimes in the last five years alone. Including the murder of Muggle-born inventors and the theft of their patents. Madam Bones will have a field day with this evidence," the black-haired man said.
Altair stroked Cassiopeia's head as she blew him under the table. He looked Lucius straight in the eye. Unlike his son, he did not flinch from his gaze. He looked at him with contempt. Outside Hogwarts rumours about Altair were minimal.
"Imagine if she found out you're a demon," Lucius said. He looked at Draco, who was in the perfect position to attack Altair from behind.
"He won't find out any time soon," Altair lifted his chin. Narcissa cupped his face lovingly and brought her lips close to his. Cassiopeia looked at her jealously as she took him deeper into her throat. "I'm going to come, Cassie," he said, pulling away from the kiss.
Altair hadn't had any action for a few days. Lily called him just as he was about to penetrate Harley to fulfil Cassiopeia's dream. After that, the Teacher put him to work on his research.
Back in the present, he grabbed his cousin's neck as he squirted a thick load straight down her throat. He finished by pulling his cock out of the blonde's mouth, leaving a stain on her face.
"Cassiopeia," Lucius barely noticed his daughter's absence.
"Put my cock away and get out of there," Altair said. The girl hurried to obey his command.
The naked figure of the Malfoy princess crawled out from under the desk. She took her place beside her mother.
"Do you have any idea what would happen if anyone saw you now!?" Lucius managed to say.
His daughter was completely naked, mascara running down her eyes and large amounts of saliva dripping from her chin. Her face was stained with Altair's semen.
"Narcissa, don't let my sperm go to waste. Lick it off her face," Altair said.
"What have you done to them?" asked Lucius in disbelief. He wanted to kill his nephew.
He watched as his wife licked the face of his own daughter. Her pink tongue took the sperm and swallowed it. She moaned between licks.
"It doesn't matter. What I want you to do, dear uncle, is to name Cassiopeia as your heir," Altair said, handing him a parchment. "With her, my offspring will take the name of your house, so that the Malfoy house will not die out with you."
"Draco, attack him," the boy heard his father's words. His hand shook with fear. Summoning up some courage, he picked up his wand.
"Do it," Altair whispered, holding out his hand. "Give me your wand," the young blonde placed it in his outstretched hand. He looked longingly at his mother, who was still cleaning his sister's face.
"Draco?" Lucius asked, confused. "He wants to take everything away from you! Have you no pride?" he shouted, albeit weakly. Look at your mother and…" he began to cough as he glared at his son.
The blond boy just bowed his head in shame. Part of him wanted to attack Altair, but another part wanted to watch his sister being fucked by his cousin.
And his body. Draco's body was incapable of attacking Altair. He trembled at the thought.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to his father. Tears streamed from his eyes.
"Do you remember Tom?" Altair asked him. Lucius looked at him with the same contempt that he looked at his family. "A cat. A gift from my Aunt Andy."
"I remember him. He was part of your upbringing."
"Yes," the black-haired boy whispered. "Do you remember how he died?" he said, pulling out a blood-stained feather. He gestured for his uncle to come closer. Lucius slammed against the table. "Do you remember?"
The patriarch looked at Draco in fear.
"Altair," Cassiopeia whispered. She shared her father's fear. So did Narcissa.
"I've studied that curse... the curse of regurgitating entrails."
"Altair, please," Cassiopeia ran to kneel beside him. "Please, no!"
"My lord," Narcissa, who had already done her duty, knelt on her free side. "There is no need to hurt Draco."
"Regorgio visceralis," Altair pointed his wand at Draco and a purple beam of light filled the Malfoy boy. "Sign the treaty, name Cassiopeia your heir. Or your son will die."
Draco began to vomit the contents of his stomach. Small spots of blood accompanied the vomit. The curse was slowly stripping away his cells. The longer it went on, the thinner his digestive tract would become, until he died.
Blood began to pour from the boy's mouth. Cries of pain escaped him. His face stained with blood and tears, he looked at his father in fear. He tried to say "Please" but was cut off by another gag.
"Father! Sign!" Cassiopeia walked over to her father, who continued to stare at Altair. The boy didn't care if Draco lived or died. He would rather he lived; he wanted to humiliate him a little longer. "Altair, forgive Draco. I will kill my father myself, but forgive him," Lucius looked at her with wide eyes.
Lucius was faced with the dilemma of saving his son or renouncing his family's legacy. To leave him in the hands of a hideous magical creature.
He looked at the quill and parchment on the table.
"Don't look at me," Altair said with an apologetic smile, "it's all in your father's hands. Both women looked at Lucius with hatred. He wondered what he was going to do. Deep down he loved his son.
His son or his pride, which he loved more.
"I'd rather my house be extinct," Lucius Malfoy said firmly. He looked at his family in shame. He ignored the pain in his chest when he saw the betrayal in his own son's eyes.
"Crucio," Narcissa's mad voice was followed by a cry from her husband. Lord Malfoy felt as if thousands of burning knives were being stabbed into his flesh. It lasted a few seconds before everything suddenly stopped. "Sign or I'll see to it that you live with this curse until you end up like Longbottom," her wand still pointed at Lucius.
Lucius' trembling hands picked up the quill. With phantom pain coursing through his body, he signed the paper.
"Ahhh! It was your own fear of pain that made you do this. And I thought you loved your son," Lord Malfoy did not answer, still looking anxiously at his wife. "Contine Corpus."
Altair walked towards Draco, who was shaking with fear. He didn't even think to look up.
Altair grabbed his chin and forced him to open his mouth.
One of his hands reached into Draco's clothing. Soon a bottle of yellow liquid appeared in his hand. The black-haired man poured the liquid into the blond boy's mouth.
"Thank him, Draco, don't be ungrateful," the boy looked at his mother, who came over to hug him.
"Did I give you permission to hug him?" Altair asked.
"No, sir, I'm sorry," she moved away quickly. Her mind was still unsettled, fearing that Altair would go mad and start killing her son.
Altair stared at him. Draco lowered his gaze. His eyes were fixed on the bloodstain on the floor.
"Didn't your mother tell you to say thank you? How rude. Narcissa, cast the Cruciatus Curse on your son," the blonde woman obeyed with tears in her eyes.
A shrill scream shook everyone in the room. Everyone except Altair, who was enjoying the situation.