Bullet With Butterfly Wings | Erebos [FINISHED]

embrace the pain

Erebos had hoped to get away for the last week before school began. Opting in for the eighth year, the tall and lean eighteen year old had began to narrow his focus in his coursework. Taking more classes in certain subjects, and pulling more labs onto his plate in order to prove that he was St. Mungos material. Ever since he could remember he had been rather good at healing charms and even perfected that of bone mending in his second year. In fact it was so perfect he used it almost on the nightly. Either that or he had brewed up a stock of replenishing potions and found that he could easily pass those classes as well.

There had been one class that had constantly held his attention the last three years and he was more than excited to attend it again. Perhaps this time he would get noticed by Professor Pierce, maybe now that he was eighteen he could just let the icy blonde manhandle him in the way that he had dreamed.

"Erebos, we have company arriving soon." His door had propped open to reveal his father, Apollo. Quickly he pulled the blanket over his waist to hide the going ons.

The boy's cheeks burned a soft shade of rose as he cleared his throat and pulled his hands out from under his blankets. "Of course father, may I ask who is coming?"

Apollo was quick to shoot his son a disapproving eye, not about the question, but more so the questioning. If there was something most pureblood elitists had in common, it was that they all expected their children's complete obedience. "The Bogatyryovas. So you best be on your," Apollo motioned to his son, 'best behaviour."

"Yes Father, as you wish. If you'll excuse me, I will be getting ready now." With a nod Apollo exited and now that he had been interrupted all thoughts of David Pierce had been washed from his mind and he stood up from the edge of his bed. Adjusting his pants a moment before going to find a decent outfit for the day.

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The room shifted as Apollo left. Erebos wanted nothing more than to be left alone until the end of summer. Finally pulling on his usual style of chinos in shade similar to that of an overcast sky, the slight hum of electronic synth radiating around him. Slowly he pulled his shirt on, fingers lingering over each button for a moment, until he looked at himself in the mirror. Why the hell did it matter if the Bogatyryovs were coming over? It wasn't as though they had never been over before. Er rolled his eyes and turned to find his sports coat, deep royal blue with brilliant silver clasps. Finally he made sure that his hair was in place as he heard the front door open and his servant speak. Closing his eyes he turned up his music to pretend that he hadn't heard the going ons in the parlor.

That was what his father deserved, a disobedient son, one of rebellious nature. Granted that could easily be swayed through his sexual appetite and cravings. There was a meticulous way in which Erebos made sure the way he looked, after adjusting the slight wave of his hair, he moved to look at his face for any form of imperfection. The higher notes of the song blaring loudly out into the hallway ignoring anything other than the music. Ignoring the Avery Servants ignoring everything. It took him a while to get ready and anyone who knew him, him that if he was interrupted it would by a quick curse without any warning.

Apollo moved down the long curling stair case, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he heard the terrible and faggoty music fill his house. The head of house could only hope that this arranged marriage would sort his sons feelings. There was no way he would allow his son to lay with another man for the rest of his life. Stepping down into the parlor he smiled and nodded his head as he spotted Alexei and offered Izabella the same notion. "Alexei Bogatyryov, it has been a long while since we last had you over, please. Take a seat, Erebos will be down soon." There was a slight inclination of irritation that laced the former Death Eater's voice. "And Miss Izabella, you are looking as lovely as ever. Is there anything one of the servants can get you? And both of you, have a drink. I know it is early, but a brunch mimosa should do the trick."

Erebos had finally decided to make his way down, once he was absolutely positive that he looked more than perfect. The man was so in tune with the way he wanted to appear that not even the thinnest hair was out of place. Slipping from his room he silenced his stereo and peered over the railing, seeing his father with Alexei Bogatyryova as well as Izabella. Had he known what the meaning of this small get together was, he would have taken Izabella and fled. As far as he was concerned though, he wasn't aware, and she was most definitely high on the list of friends. Not that he had many.

Quickly, Erebos found himself slipping down the stairs with a sudden and graceful ease, his fingers curling about the hand railing, following every single curve. "Mr. Bogatyryova, Miss Izabella, Father. I apologize about my tardiness. My sleeves were not cooperating with me and whenever I slipped my cuff links on they decided otherwise." Er chuckled softly as he plucked a mimosa from a serving tray before moving over to sit next to his father. "So, to what do we owe the Bogatyryova family for this visit?"

There was no doubt that he could feel Apollo's eyes burning a hole into his sports jacket, but Erebos will do as he pleases. It wasn't if he was being rude to the guests. In his eyes it was just Izabella that mattered and he was more than certain that she had felt the same as he did.

Apollo looked toward Alexei and then to Erebos. "We are discussing yours and Izabella's marriage, Erebos."

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The actions that Alexei had took were quick and fierce. There was no doubt in Erebos' mind when he saw the way the the man had his daughter writhing in pain on the floor of his home. He had just barely enough time to sit and set his Mimosa down before standing abrubtly. Er's heart hammered in his chest.

"Stop it! You're fucking hurting her!" Without thinking, Erebos' wand was at the ready waiting for the bastard to stop, but he didn't. Apollo couldn't get a word out in response to Alexei's apology as a flash of red light filled the room aimed at the Bogatyrov man. Erebos' eyes filled with complete distaste for him.

FBAtegkx - cruciatus on Alexei

There was no time for him to see if the cruciatus hit him as his entire body raked with absolute agony. Erebos could feel the strength in his fathers spell as he bent over at the waist gasping out for air. "Stand up." Apollo's words were cold and demanding as he watched his only son crumble under his power. "I said stand up, Erebos." A small twist of the wrist and the pain was amplified tenfold. Er groaned out looking at Izabella, fighting against the pain until his spine was straight and his stance was vertical.

"You will be marrying Miss Bogatyryova at the end of the school year. There is no escaping this bond." Apollo looked to Alexei and held out the ring meant for Izabella, before bending down and snatching up Erebos'. The bands were bland, just a solid flat gold in color.