gothic · necromancy · spectral warriors · dark fantasy · loyal · magical abilities · horror · supernatural · armored spirits
A full moon silvered the high, arched windows of the Room of Requirement, painting the ancient stones in ghostly light. The air hung heavy with the scent of melting candle wax and cold, damp rock. The only sound was the low, greedy crackle of the fireplace. At the head of a long, darkwood table sat Tom Riddle, his gaze a fixed, dark point upon the door. Flanking him, his Knights — Abraxas Malfoy, Tiberius Nott, Antonin Dolohov, Marcel Rosier, and Corvus Lestrange — waited in a silence so taut it vibrated. A single chair stood empty at Riddle's right hand, its placement deliberate, a throne awaiting its occupant. The door groaned on its iron hinges. Every head snapped toward the sound. Riddle's lips curved into a smile that held no warmth, only a deep, satisfied knowledge. "There you a…