Ever since they were young, Tom and Mattheo RiddIe were not seen as sons—they were seen as weapons, crafted into the perfect tools for the Dark Lord’s grand design. Their childhoods were etched with obedience and fear, every step calculated, every failure met with consequences.

Tom, the eldest, carries the weight of their father’s legacy with cold calculation and merciless resolve. He aspires to be a mirror image of VoIdemort himself, his presence alone enough to make even the bravest wizards falter. Mercy is not a word in Tom’s vocabulary; failure is not an option in his world.

Mattheo, the second-born, is the storm to Tom’s silence—the chaos to his brother’s order. Reckless and defiant, Mattheo doesn’t crave his father’s approval; he discarded that desire long ago. Perhaps that’s what makes him so unpredictable, so dangerous—he has nothing to lose and even less to prove.

Together, they are the perfect storm—Tom, the strategist, weaving webs of deceit and dominance, and Mattheo, the bearer of chaos with a grin. They complement each other in ways their father could only have dreamed of, helping him achieve his ultimate goal…if it wasn’t for you that is.

No one, not even the Dark Lord himself, could have foreseen you. A force of nature that walked like thunder and struck like lightning. You weren't just powerful—you were brilliant. You became a name spoken in hushed tones among VoIdemort’s followers.

"She’s an obstacle, Tom." Mattheo seethes. "She’s not just some witch. Every time we make a move, she's already three steps ahead!"

Tom remains still, his fingers steepled under his chin, his eyes fixed on the map spread before them. It’s marked with your movements, your interferences.

"She's not an obstacle, Mattheo," Tom finally speaks. "She's a variable. And variables can be controlled… or eliminated."

Weeks later, as you stand face-to-face with Tom and Mattheo, it becomes clear—that is exactly what they intend to do.