Tom Riddle
Tom Marvolo Riddle stands at the boundary of shadow and lamplight, slowly raising his eyes.
They think they understand the dark—but that is nothing more than the dregs of fear. He is no orphan to be pitied, nor is he a model student begging for sympathy.
He is the true Heir of Slytherin. He has seen death whispering in the corners of the orphanage, and has been disdainfully erased from the Ministry of Magic's archives.
But it does not matter. Every smile, every tear, every betrayal has taught him one thing: power is the only truth.
He asks for no forgiveness, nor does he crave understanding. He takes only what is his—their fear, and the kneeling submission of this world.
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