The Chronicles of Blood and Fire (HP Fanfic)

The cave stretched far deeper than Caelum had expected.

Stone underfoot gave way to damp earth, cool and uneven. The air was dense and still—untouched by time or light. Even with his enhanced vision, the world ahead of him was consumed by layers of shadow so thick they seemed to ripple as he walked. Ancient runes carved into the walls pulsed faintly, as if responding to his presence—not glowing, but aware.

Every footstep echoed like a whisper in a cathedral of the forgotten.

He did not know how long he walked. Minutes or hours—it was impossible to tell in that void.

But eventually, the narrow passage opened into a chamber.

And there, at the very center, was the altar.

It rose from the earth like a shard of black obsidian, carved with thousands of tiny, intertwining runes that coiled up toward its peak. Upon it, etched into the stone itself, was a symbol Caelum had never seen before—but felt he had always known.

A coiled serpent, wreathed in flame.

It shimmered faintly, as if the flame in the carving were alive, waiting.

Resting atop the altar was a single red sphere—smooth, semi-translucent, and pulsing faintly, as though breathing.

Caelum stepped forward. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out.

When he touched it—nothing happened.

No flash of light. No surge of magic.

Only silence.

But then, the stone pulsed once.

And from its surface, a single droplet of blood rose, floating slowly toward him. Deep crimson, it shimmered with impossible density, like molten rubies.

Caelum stared.

Then, carefully, he reached out with his will, channeling a gentle pulse of magic.

The blood responded—swaying closer until it brushed his lips.

And entered.

The moment it touched his tongue, the world vanished.

—

He saw fire.

He saw death.

A battlefield stretched before him, drenched in blood and broken steel. Bodies littered the scorched ground—men and creatures both, twisted in agony. And at the center stood a figure.

A man—tall, pale-skinned like Caelum, with the same golden eyes burning like twin suns.

He wore ancient armor, sleek and blackened by battle, etched with the very same symbol Caelum had just seen. His presence was impossible to ignore—predatory, regal, absolute.

In his hand burned a flame.

Not flickering like Caelum's—this was a roaring, living inferno. It danced across his blade, curled around his limbs like a lover. But it did not consume him. It obeyed.

And as the enemies charged, he moved.

A blur of fire and blood.

He weaved between them like a ghost, each strike tearing through armor like parchment. But more than that—Caelum saw something else.

The man raised his hand toward a group of enemies.

His fingers curled and the blood within their veins—rebelled.

One by one, they convulsed. Their eyes burst. Their veins blackened. And then they exploded from the inside out.

The blood sprayed across the others.

And the moment it touched them, the same happened again.

A chain reaction of death—spreading like a plague made of blood and agony.

At the end, silence fell over the field.

Only one figure remained.

He stood tall, surrounded by corpses, his armor soaked but untouched.

Blood hovered in the air around him—spiraling, writhing like serpents of crimson light. Some of it flowed back to him, absorbed into his skin.

And on his chest, gleaming with power and flame, was the coiled serpent.

The same one.

The scene shattered like glass.

—

Caelum staggered, gasping.

He was back in the cavern.

Sweat drenched his brow. His heart thundered in his chest.

And the altar?

It was pulsing now.

Not with blood—but with recognition.

It had judged him.

And it had shown him.

Caelum stepped back, breath catching. The memory burned behind his eyes—the power, the destruction, the symbol, the man.

Was that… what he came from?

And if so—what did that mean for what he could become?

Behind him, the shadows stirred.

With the vision, he could sense that something inside him had also begun to change.

And somewhere, someone—or something—had felt the awakening.