HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 140: EoS! ] (Patreon)

She could have killed Tom when the Creator had frozen him and given her a knife and an easy shot. But she hated the Creator as much as she hated Tom. 

She didn't need his help to do this simple task. And so, she had thought and thought, trying to form a failsafe plan. Trying to do it by herself.

At last, she had opted for the most uncomplicated strategy, which was to murder him when he was vulnerable during sex. 

While she was equal to him in terms of power and knowledge, her practical knowledge compared to him was close to none. 

She had read many spells and curses, but had been able to perform only half of them wandlessly. Fighting him head on was suicide.

He must have denied her request for the wand because he didn't want to put more power into her hands. And yet, here she was with a wand and life while he was dead. 

Even his paranoia hadn't saved him while he was thrusting into her madly.

It had been all a part of the plan. She had denied him sexual relief again and again on every night, building up his stress and lust so he would be more careless and enthusiastic during that particular coupling.

She had realised how powerful sex was, there would hardly be any man who would remain guarded while plunging his cock into a woman's body.

She hadn't needed a wand to overpower her husband. No, all it took was her womanly charm to curse him with death.

Even after taking all the precaution from getting betrayed, Tom had forgotten that sex was an overly intimate act, where both parties bared their bodies and soul to each other, where a man and woman were at their most vulnerable.

She vowed to herself to never let her guard down during sex. She wouldn't make the same mistake as her stupid paranoid husband. She would learn from it.

As her raging emotions finally calmed down, as her guilt and sorrow got buried underneath her growing excitement, she decided to start anew.

She would not be Voldemort now. She wasn't his half-soul anymore and had finally stopped being his personal whore.

She really could start fresh, she thought gratefully. She would be now her own person. She would have her own name instead of living with his given name. She would have her own life where she could do everything she ever wanted without needing anyone's permission.

She was free and the terrible night had passed from her life. A new dawn had risen instead, filling her with hopes and desires.

"My name is Eos." She mumbled to herself, reluctantly at first, testing the name on her tongue, but then she repeated it with more confidence and a strange little smile.

"My name is Eos."

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Harry shook his head in annoyance. It was the morning after the fight with the Dark Lord. He was sitting in the Room of Requirement, using his [Soul Searcher] skill to see whether Voldemort had really fled or if he was hiding again and preparing to spring an unpleasant trap.

As his [Soul Searcher] failed to find any Voldemorts, he was astonished and drowning in apprehension. He couldn't seem to find their souls. It was as if they had just vanished into thin air.

He had tried again and again with the same disappointing result.

The truth was that there were no Voldemorts anymore. Either they had killed each other or had started to cloak their souls from his system's senses, which was impossible. No power was greater than the Creator's.

To understand what the hell had happened, he thought to teleport directly into the Creator's castle where the Voldemorts lived together. 

It was a risky move but a necessary one. He needed to know and it wasn't as if he wouldn't be able to just teleport away at the first hint of danger.

He took out his Invisibility Cloak and wrapped it around him. He would try to stay concealed and unnoticed.

Knowing that his new [Unbarred] perk would bypass any complications caused due to the castle being a construct of Creator himself, he teleported directly into the throne room which he had visited only in his dream.

Hidden under his Cloak, he silently walked up to the throne. He again used his [Soul Searcher] hoping that it might work since he was literally in Voldemort's abode.

It didn't.

As he approached the wall of the secret room where the other Voldemort was trapped, it slid open on its own, letting him enter.

He stepped inside.

His eyes widened as he approached the canopied bed, where the dead body of the Dark Lord was laid. He scrunched his nose seeing that the flaccid dick of Voldemort was out.

He gagged and looked up at his neck instead, where a deep cut was made, which was the source of all the blood that had soaked the bed and pooled on the floor.

It took him only seconds to realise what might have happened here.

Apparently, the other Voldemort had killed this one while they were having sex and then she had fled to her freedom.

Though that still didn't answer why she was not visible to his [Soul Searcher] skill.

It was as if his plans were all made to fail. Not a single thing was going as he had envisioned.

He had thought, he really had thought that his enemies would be trapped in the castle until he would amass enough power and come here to slaughter them.

How stupidly optimistic of him.

Now he had a runaway Dark Lady on his hand.

Fuck it!

He stopped stressing about something which he had no control over. He ceased to worry about where she might have gone. There was no use crying over spilled milk. 

There was no use making elaborate plans when none of them were going to work. 

Wherever she might be, he didn't care. He would find her and kill her when he maxed his [Death Knight] Class and was absolutely assured of his victory.