THE SECOND MANOR OF THE BLACK WAS AN ANCIENT ESTATE BUILT ON
TOP OF A BLUGG OVERLOOKING THE ICY WATERS OF THE ARCTIC OCEAN.

The surrounding landscape was desolate, with nothing but miles of tundra in every direction. The manor itself was a bleak and foreboding structure, with crumbling turrets and shattered windows, surrounded by
a moat filled with dark and stagnant water.

The air was thick with the smell of decay, and the sound of wailing and gnashing of teeth could be heard echoing throughout the chambers. Despite the manor's desolate appearance, it was said to hold great power and secrets, attracting those who sought to delve into the mysteries of the ancient world.

Antares lets out a deep sign, its seem
that Thanatos was really going to reveal everything. He wonders why he have
been acting like a stranger? Then again nobody would understand if Death suddenly got friendly with him out of everyone.

Specially his Goddess who seem to be very unhappy with all the secrets he have been keeping. He could tell it to her, right now and right here in front of many hundreds of wizard and witches. But it could neither shock her or break her. She was not ready.

In the training ground of the Manor stood Antares Black, his eyes fixed on
a book with a dagger in his hand. He let out a sigh, he was standing in the middle of the training ground which had became a flood of blood.

"See Black? You are really thirsty for blood. I could pity you but it would be a waste of time. After all, you are nothing more than
a cursed soul." Long ago, those words would have affect him greatly and the
one saying it was not someone to care
About.

Then again Aerys is one of the person who use words as a knife and she love cutting people deeper. Her eyes would shine with
happiness as if she has not break people's will of life. It was how cruel Aerys was but Antares was crueler.

Remina freezes in her seat, 'a flood of blood', her son was standing in a flood
of blood for Morgana's sake! Was that his
blood? Or someone else's?

Sirius' heart skip a beat at the thought of
his son getting attack. He wouldn't lie, he did prefer his goddaughter but that doesn't matter. He has a son that shouldn't live
like he did and even if his own son was stronger than him, he still want to protect
him.

The dagger in his hand were covered
in red, red which was the colour of romance and sensuality right now
red was the color of blood, of anger
and hatred. The man let out a sigh and
closed off his book, his hand on his hip.

Antares couldn't help but let out a sigh as he surveyed the destruction around him. The training ground was littered with corpses, and Antares knew that he was responsible for most of them. The dagger in his hand was covered in blood, blood that had been shed in a brutal battle that had taken place just moments ago.

Eyes fulls of curiousity, analise the scene with great interest. Her head tilts and her hand under her chin, Coventina was more into Antares's appearance in the scene than the blood. Was it wrong for someone to look so attractive while being covered in blood?

Antares looked at the knife in his hand,
and he felt a sense of amusement wash over him. This wasn't the first time he
had used the dagger to end someone's
life, and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

"When was your first kill?" Regulus turns
to his nephew with coldness in his eyes. It was not the moment to even feel pity, the boy was already a grown man.

Remine bites her lower lip, her eyes just like others were set on Antares. The star in question was just bored at the question.

"Four years old." Gasps were heard around, many adults were pitying him, some were even fearing him. Some like Pansy who have always shamelessly tried to seduce him. But his Court stays unfaze, Draco and Daphne were even amuses at the others' reaction.

Coventina rolls her eyes, her lips moving slowly as she mutters one word. "Liar."
She whispers softly, nobody except the
star himself has heard her melodic voice.

He had been training here for hours, perfecting his skills with the dagger.
But something had gone terribly wrong. Antares turned his head to the side, his brow furrowed in concentration. He knew he had to figure out what had happened, what had led to this massacre.

The star's hand gripped the hilt of the dagger tightly, his knuckles turning white. He stalked toward the center of the training ground, his gaze scanning the surroundings for any clue.

And then, he spotted something. A small, white feather lay amid the sea of red, as if it were a symbol of innocence in the midst of all the carnage. Antares' heart quickened at the sight of it, his hands shaking as he carefully picked it up.

He knew that a small feather like this could hold great significance, Antares knew that he needed to focus on the present moment, on the task at hand.
He took a deep breath and picked up
his practice sword, ready to continue
his training.

But he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. He had a feeling that some─ thing was about to happen, something
that he was not prepared for.

"You are never prepare for new introduction." Draco mocks.

"I have never taste grills ferret."

"What the fuck, you psycho!"

Blood. Blood streams down his cheek, a
cut was made by something─someone.

Daphne feels a chills running down her spine. She and the court have learn one thing about Antares, to never spill his blood.

Antares lets go of his practice sword and reaches up to touch his cheek, feeling the blood trickling down his skin. He looks around the training ground, searching for whoever or whatever may have attacked him.

But just as he does, he hears a voice. It's
not a voice he recognizes, but it's a voice
he knows all too well. It's the voice of his past, a voice that pissed him off even now.

"Alert."

"Whoever did that is crazy." Blaise whispers.

"Hate to agree." Theo adds.

The voice says, "Good to know that you have been enjoying your life, svoloch'."

"Is that russian?"

"Why is eveyone so good at different languages?!"

Antares froze, his eyes widened with a deep sense of anger and surprised. "You
are out of your cage." He gritted his out.

"Were you expecting me to lay down and wait for my death because of your petty demand? My lord?" The voice turned into ice. The person came out from the shadow and with a hood that was on their head.

"My lord? That just like we called the Dark Lord.." Evan whispers.

"Will he be a Dark Lord too?"

"I expected you to be rotting, not in hell or heaven as those two place would not punish you enough." Responded Antares coldly.

"How about we both rot together?" Hissed the stranger with clear hatred. "Crystallus glacialis!" Pieces of crystal of ice were being shooted through the wand of the person.

"Ice magic..."

"Wow!"

"To ge genuine, I never know that ice magic couud be so beautiful.." Whispers Aelora.

"And dangerous." Draco adds.

"Buzz off."

Antares hissed as some of it pierced through his skin. His eyes narrow, he
cast out a protection spells and a another spell to attack.

"How much time do I have to tell you that? Do not underestimate me, you filthy pest." Antares glared at his attacker. "Umbra serpentes!" A snake, who was as dark as the shadow of the night slithered on the person, tightening its hold on the person's feet.

"Dark magic, a true Black." Nods Orion.

Arcturus watches the fight between the two. His great grandson seem to be holding back. Arcturus notices that Heiress Potter was thinking the same. He could clearly just kill the attacker.

So why didn't he?"

"Evanescet!" The pain from the snake's hold decrease as it soon disappeared
within the air. A grin appeared of 'their' face as soon as 'they' lifted up their wand. "You do know that I despise
you." said the person with disgusted.

"You can't kill me." Antares smirked, his hands slipped back in his pocket. His eyes and tone were taunting the person. "You are not strong enough, nor do you have the right to kill me for now. Fates is not of your side, argenti."

"You seem to adore the Fates." Achilles smirks, his taunt amuse Antares.

"They are one of my favorite beings in the universe. Unfortunately they are quiet whiny." Antares's lips curles into a smirk.

"I know."

"Not physically, but what about mentally?" Antares's eyes widened
with a new found hatred burning flames inside. "Remember, If I lose control,
you die." Antares said with a calm tone. His hatred soon disappeared leaving him complete calm and compose.

"Hmm, do I care? Wait let me think..." muse the person. "No!" The person tilted their head and grinned. "Conversio anima mea!" The person casted, eyes widened, Antares found himself on the floor.

"Transuerso!"

"Animae praesidium!"

"I know this is not the moment to talk but I have never heard of those spells before." Says Narcissa curiously.

"I agree." Lucrecia nods.

Dumbledore was frozen in his chair quiet worried about those spells.

"Those are dark magic, damn them!" Molly thinks.

Antares sighs, his eyes suddenly went from widended to calm. His eyes narrowed toward the two persons standing in front of him with smirks plastered on their face.

One of them grins widenly, his hands on his hips while a couple of his bangs were covering his eyes. "Never imagine the sweet day where I would ever witness you like this." Muse the blue-eyes boy dramatically.

"He looks like the same boy-" James was interrupts by the newest Generation girls' squeals. "Alastor!" They giggles.

"Well another Sirius have been introduce."

The second one was lifting up his sleeves calmly. His eyes focused and calm unlike the other one whose eyes burn with fire and excitement. His lips pressed against each other for a split of seconds before he too start smirking. "Careful, I am not use to saving the damsel in distress." He mocked.

"He hate touching them." Coventina rolls her eyes. Merlin, her life went from dull to dangerously amusing. From the cloudy sky to an eclipse. "Right Draco?"

Draco flushes annoyes. "Shut up, Tina."

"You two little pieces of shit arrived
at the best time possible. I too never imagine the day where I would be
happy to see your ugly face, Alastor."
A sadistic grins form on Antares' lips.

"He is very much handsome, Antares." Says Aelora glaring at Antares.

"Simp." He whispers.

"Oh please, you are always happy to see
me. I mean look at me? I am Aphrodite's favorite boy alive." The blue-eyes boy was easily identified as Alastor. "Right, Altair?"

"They have quiet the names, I love it!" A Ravenclaw start copying the names.

"Why are you always copying names?" Her Slytherin friend asks.

"Because I will look for their meaning after and it could be useful too!" States the Ravenclaw.

"If you are Aphrodite's favorite boy then I am Spyche's son. After all Aphrodite was quiet jealous of her was not she? It would explain the jealousy you hold toward me." Altair hold jewel blue eyes, brighter and more dangerous than Alastor's. His tone were both taunting and threatening.

"Poor girl, Aphrodite was quiet petty though like girl chill, you are a goddess!
She is a human." Remina crosses her arms annoy at the Goddess of beauty. "Spyche deserve better."

Regulus nods too.

"Get down to business, you both." Stated Antares who was back on his two feet. "My favorite fucking shirt ruined!" He gritted out and glared at Altair.

"Red look good on you." Compliments the fallen one with a twisted smirk on her lips.

"Merci, ma déesse."

"I saved you." Altair pointed out.

"It wouldn't have kill me." Admit Antares shamelessly taking off his dirty white shirt. "You more than anyone should know that I am unkillable." He added coldly, his eyes narrowed toward his attacker who was currently standing with hands on the waist.

Most didn't take his words seriously
after all his father was Sirius.

"Immortal..huh." Whispers Anastacius.

"I wonder from which family they are from." Whispers Walburga.

"If you three have finished flirting..." The person trailed temptively. "I might just leave you three to your threesome."

Aelora and Draco find themselves glaring at the person. "He is mine." They both thought.

"Have you ever-?" Antares' eyes widens looking at Coventina who had a genuine curious expression on her face. "What no, croissant de lune-" To say Draco was amuse.

Coventina truly thought that they
would have a threesome and Aerys
was encouraging in it.

"That's enough." Altair started the person with annoyance. "Take off your damn hood, already, brat." A scoffs was heard at the moment Alistair had said 'brat'. Hood off, silver white hair were soon detected.

"Aerys?"

"Aerys, Aerys, Aerys. Darkling, did you really have to come attack him so soon?" Altair let out a sigh. "I want his head." Ice. Her tone was icy. Aerys as she was known by, glared at Antares. "He knows, I do."

Remina narrows her yellow eyes toward Aerys who merely smile. "No worry, wolf.
I won't hurt him...yet." Remina growls lowly.

"Aerys..." Coventina trails in a warning tone. Her eyes gliting almost reflection
a moon as if she was not inside the hall.

"My apology."

"You may want my head, but you can't kill me. For Merlin's sake, not only you came ruining my shirt but you also make me create a flood of blood." Complained Antares whose shirt was in the sea of blood.

"Don't act innocent, you enjoy it when blood is spilled." Aerys turned to him.

A scream was heard, "BLOOD?! I am standing in fucking blood?!" Alastor screams almost sounding female-like.

"He is so dramatic, thats why I always tell you guys to never leave him, Blaise and Draco in the same room together." Whines Daphne.

"My life would turn green." Replies Coventina.

"The dramatic prince just wake up." Muse Aerys who throw a knife at Antares' neck, blood slides down again.

"Ouch."

James sighs.

Regulus was curious about the silver hair girl. She did ice magic spells and block a black magic spell easily.

"Don't get too cocky, you should know that nobody have the filthy right to spill my blood." Growls Antares.

"Whatever, you say." Mocked Aerys
who eyes narrowed toward Altair. "I
am leaving, you two better come back before the blood moon. Black, you bastard, better watch your back. I
can still make you feel pain." Then she disapperead. No threat, no sound, so silver hair were seen.

"You both can leave, my mother will soon arrive." Antares looked at both boys. "And the blood moon is soon, be on your guards." He added. "Yes, we shall see you there then." Exclaimed Alastor who apparated away with Altair.

"Aww! I want to seem more of those two!"

Antares' eyes went down, the blood were still there like the sea. He didn't mind the blood except for the fact its had tainted
his favorite shirt. "Exaudiat me terra et emundet omnia peccata mea." At those words, Antares walked away letting the earth absorbed all the blood so when his mother came, she won't see any massacre.

"Wow..."

"He is so damn powerful."

Many were afraid of it.

He walked away from the training ground, a sadistic smirk still plastered on it. His eyes looked up to the sky and the earth swallow the crimson rivers. In the flicker of a blink of his eyes, it was like the sun was red. Red as in crimson red, it was like the sun had been drench in a flood of blood. This was a sign, a bad sign. The Three Dark Crowns were back.