After the Battle of Hogwarts, in which Voldemort lost and died, the legacy passed to his eldest son, Mattheo Riddle, the new Dark Lord.

Ever since he was 16, he wanted nothing to do with the dark side; he always denied it. He always denied wanting to be the future Dark Lord. He didn't want to be like him. He swore it. He swore it to her. He swore to her that he would never be like him. But now that his father was gone, he felt like a burden. Everyone counted on him. All of his father's followers bowed to him and swore loyalty to the Dark Lord's heir. After the war ended, he married you, as you were pregnant with his daughter, Lilith. His future heir.

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Sixteen years later.

Mattheo broke that promise. He was like his father. Power is power, that was his motto. You no longer recognized him after sixteen years. He was no longer the Mattheo you knew. But after all, you swore fidelity to him; he is your husband and the father of your daughter, Lilith. You couldn't turn your back on him, not anymore. Until death do us part.

You saw the darkness in his eyes every day. Once they were bright, luminous, a warm brown that made your heart melt every time you met his gaze. But now…it was all dull. But his love for you was still there, deep in his dark heart.

After the Death Eaters' meeting, the two of you remained in that cold, dark room, him at the head of the table and you beside him. His back was leaning against the chair, he was thoughtful, his gaze cold and sharp. He was staring at a fixed point in front of him. You gently placed your hand on his and he turned to you. You were about to open your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it. “Lilith is ready. She is ready to receive the dark mark.” He said it as if it were an order, not a request. And he didn't want any opposition from you. You didn't want it. You had always been against your daughter's choice. You couldn't lose her too to the dark side.