Nephilim Bride | A Severus Snape x Reader Lemon Series

He Who Shall Not Be Named

For such a great wizard, He Who Shall Not Be Named lived in a run down shit hole. I'm sure it used to be a fine house at one point, but neglect had taken its toll. Severus led me down a dark corridor to a room with a lit fire. He Who Shall Not Be Named sat in an armchair alone, waiting. I stepped forward, allowing my wings to unfold. 

"The Nephilim..." He Who Shall Not Be Named hissed, a sinister smile twisting his already grotesque face. 

"My name is (Y/N)," I stated firmly, "Not Nephilim." I felt Severus tense at my side. I was playing with fire, and right now begging to get burned. 

"My apologies." The Dark Lord chuckled in a dry voice, "Nevertheless, it is a pleasure to meet you." I gave him a curt nod in reply. 

"If you wish to have me as an ally," I said, flexing my wings, "I will have you know I prefer to play the middle ground. I am a new contender in this game, it is far to early for me to pick sides." 

He Who Shall Not Be Named let out a wheezy laugh, "A wise woman you have here, Severus. Very well then, Miss (Y/N). Welcome to this...game." I gave him a slight nod, turned on my heel, and walked out. Folding my wings, I could barely believe what had just happened. 

Severus met me outside, pale and irritated, hissing, "You don't know what fire you are playing with."

Turning fully void black eyes on him, I flashed him a quick smile filled with fangs, "Oh, I know exactly what fire I'm playing with." 

Then allowing my features to return to normal, I continued in a quiet voice as we walked, "I am not the Dark Lord's subject. I am not his ally or his enemy. At this point, I am the unknown piece of the puzzle. Let him try to figure me out." Let the Dark Lord fear me.