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Zelos (He/Him) is a wizard living in Ever searching. He wields a member of the unsorted masses of Hogwarts students just off the train eagerly crowding around the Sorting Hat.

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"The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring; - Victor Hugo


Slowly he moves his arms up in jerking motions and presses his bloated fingers to the top of his head. The tips sink into the skin easily, and he pulls them apart. The only thing that could be heard in the room is a ripping noise, the flesh tearing away from itself. It broke easily, for it was already rotted and weak. He pulled it off of his face, his true face and Emily was too afraid to scream.

The face that was beneath was hideous and malformed. The skin pulled too tight over a skeletal face. The cheekbones protruded into sharp points, and the jaw was crooked. His lips were pulled so taut that you could see the impression of too large teeth behind them. Everything about the face was wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be.

The worst part was the eyes. They had thick tight stitches pulling the flesh, piercing the skin. They were completely sewn shut, and looked as if he had tried opening them on many occasions, causing the stitches to rip and bleed. It was a sight to behold. She bit her tongue until she tasted blood.

'What do you want from me?' she whispered brokenly, her voice twisted by fear. He only watched her, he couldn't see her, but he could feel her behind his ruined eyes. She felt wonderful.

Once the old flesh was torn away he took a minute to lament the loss of it. It had once been such a pretty body. A banker with a good life. He had so much fun with it. But he had moved on to better things. Emily was his new prize, she was all he ever wanted, he didn't know how he had gotten on before.

He grinned and stretched out his hands toward her once again. His fingers were long like claws, with sharp nails ready to slash and rip. He looked so happy, her life would make him happy. He couldn't wait to start living it.

'Oh my dear sweet Emily' he coos. It's a grotesque sound, disgusting and made up of shrieks and gurgles. It sounded wet.

'I want everything'