The New Dark Lord

[Lord Tenebrael]

First Name; Marius.
Middle Name; Priam.
Surname; Saxon.
Alias; Lord Tenebrael.


Age; 39.
Birthday; February 30th, 2066.
Blood; Assumed mixed blood.
Nationality; Assumed British, possibly French or Greek based on the name his mother gave him.
Former School; Hogwarts.
Former House; Ravenclaw.

Job Title; Dark Lord?
Boggart; Death.
Patronus; Komodo Dragon.
Wand; 12 & 1/4 inches, Yew, Dragon scale and Phoenix ash core.
Pet;Much like Voldemort, he has a love of cold and dark creatures. He has two special pets. The first, a snake, a king cobra named Kesi, who even though parselmouth is not one of his abilities, communication is possible through his Legilimens ability. The second is his Hebridean Black Dragon named Theia, which has a special relationship with him, protective like a mother to a child.
Special Ability;Legilimens/ Occulimens as part of his Dark Arts mastery.
Celebrity; Johnny Depp.

Hair Color; Dark.
Hair Style; Long. Messy. Natural.
Eye Color; Dark brown.
Skin Tone; Olive.
Body Type; Tall, skinny, fit.
Clothing and Makeup; Dark colors. Suits, dress shirts, dress shoes, very clean, very elegant, very intimidating.

It is easy to see that Marius Priam Saxon is a completely different person then Lord Tenebrael. Marius was a quiet and intuitive person. He enjoyed gathering information and having all the knowledge in the world. He never minded being ignored until he gained some respect at Hogwarts. Even then, his one dream, so be free on his own terms, was his main goal. He strove to learn all that he could, and his clever intelligence made him powerful. He liked to keep to himself, but as he grew he strove to earn respect. However, Marius never had a vengeful or evil bone in his body. He seemed neutral to controlling power and never had a wish to gain power based on fear.

The change over to Lord Tenebrael began to happen after Marius left Hogwarts. Once he gained a love of the Dark Arts, something erupted inside of him. Either the Dark Arts latched onto him, changing him, or it woke something up that was always there, but either way it created a need for pain and destruction. He remained quiet and intuitive, but now his mind worked like a wheel putting the information he gained to work.

The next step was taken once his obsession with Lord Voldemort started. He began to embody the Dark Lord. He began to use wrath and fear as a way to control people. His power was also very intriguing to those who thought they could gain something from him. He remained mysterious, as Lord Voldemort had done, changing his name and keeping his history to himself. It was almost as if Lord Tenebrael though he was the former Dark Lord. They became very similar, almost as if Lord Tenebrael was embodying him.

The final step came when Lord Tenebrael found the secret and became more powerful then Voldemort had even been able to. With the Dark Magic surging through his veins, Lord Tenebrael began to think of himself as invincible. He found Lord Voldemort’s need for horcruxes stupid as he could never imagine anyone able to defeat him with the power he now held. He became arrogant. He became ruthless, ruling with an iron fist, accepting nothing less then complete loyalty. He remained a pupil of Lord Voldemort and of the Dark Arts, but he retained the idea that he was much more intelligent and powerful then anyone had ever been before. He would change the world, and unlike many before him, he would succeed with his plan.

Father; Frederick Robert Renard [born September 4th, 2031 - died December 23rd, 2069].
Mother; Despoina Mary Saxon [born June 22nd, 2040 – died February 30th, 2066].

Wanting;Despoina loves Frederick. Frederick loved Despoina’s money. Despoina lived in a large house with five house elves without the cares of the world. Frederick pretended to live in a large house on a lake, when really it was just a muggle summer home. He really spent his time wandering from inn to pub to street corner with no more then a couple galleons in his pocket. Despoina was blind to it all. All she saw was his dashingly handsome smile and dark eyes. Her own brown hair was plain and her eyes were dull, but the money in her pocket made them shine to Frederick. As these things tend to happen, Frederick took Despoina’s innocence hopefully to gain something out of it. However, all they gained was another life.

Despoina’s family, as wealthy upper class families tend to do, did not approve of the relationship, and definitely did not approve of the situation she had gotten herself into. Despoina, determined that Frederick loved her ran away, leaving behind her money and her life all for love. She knew he would take her in and together they would raise this family fueled by love and devotion. However, when Despoina found Frederick he was drunk at a bar, washing away his sorrows in a foiled plan. As she told him of what she’d done, he laughed at the now poor, now destitute girl; he disowned her, he had never loved her.

Despoina was now alone. She couldn’t go back to her family, and she had no love to help her. She ran away to the streets, pregnant, cold, and poor. She was eventually picked up by some good people who took care of her and tried to nurse her back to health to save the baby growing inside her. However, Despoina had a broken heart that couldn’t be mended. She never returned to full strength. The baby came, and it took all of Despoina’s strength to bring it into this world. The baby boy, screaming his head off, was laid in his mother’s arms. She smiled for the last time and cradled him as she whispered his name. The baby was taken from her, and Despoina fell into a daze as she heard her baby’s scream. The kind people allowed Despoina to sleep the night.

The next morning, Despoina’s bed was cold and empty. She was gone. The people never found out what happened to her. She could have died on the street, she could have gone home a broken person, she could have gone crazy at the sight of the child that reminded her of Frederick. The fact was she was gone, and the baby was given to the Wizarding Society For Orphaned Children.


Hoping; Marius Priam Saxon was the name that Despoina had whispered as she coddled her baby. The kind people took it as the name she wished her boy to have. The orphanage honored that wish and the boy was called Marius. He was a fussy baby. Always seeming to want something, but never being satisfied with a feeding or diaper change. He would cry late into the night until he was blue in the face. There wasn’t much the people at the orphanage could do, they had other children to attend to, and once they realized that nothing they did would calm the child, they just left him to cry into the night.

The loud and fussy baby turned into a quiet and brooding toddler. Her would sit in his crib or out on the floor keeping himself busy. He was very curious, looking around, never missing a beat. He seemed to study the faces of the workers who fed him and changed him. His first words came without any provocation. He seemed to put their meaning together of his own. He was a smart child, saying “No oatmeal” or “Yes sleep” when he agreed or disagreed. With the same intelligence, Marius learned to stand and eventually walk by studying others. Soon he was able to travel and communicate all on his own.

Marius’ childhood was simple. He did not have the love that every child should get, but that come with growing up in an orphanage. He did not attempt to make friends or join in playtime. He would rather just sit quietly and observe. He found that he knew more about the orphanage then he bet the benefactors did. He knew the story of every child who crossed his path, and he knew the home life of every worker. He knew who was getting in trouble and he knew who was hungry or sad. He knew who was positive and he knew who was dreaming of a family. All this information he kept to himself, sitting on it.

All around him, children found families and loved ones. Marius never felt like he needed to be placed into a home. He was content in the orphanage. However, his dream was to be his own master; to do what he wanted to do. He often thought about running away, but Marius was a much smarter boy then that. He knew he had no where to go and he knew that children his age alone on the street would get into trouble. So, he bided his time, waiting for the day where freedom would come.

Gaining; It was never a secret to the children in the orphanage that they were special. However, in order to keep children from cause al sorts of ruckess with their magical potential, no hint or clue to how to use their powers were ever giving. Most orphans who entered Hogwarts from the orphanage knew how to control their powers just as much as muggles did. However, Marius, being the smart and observant child that he was had already figured out exactly what was special with all of them. Like all the information he had, he kept this to himself. Marius would think things, and they would happen. His brainpower was outstanding for a child to be able to control his powers without a wand or without any training. If anyone had been paying attention, they would have noticed Marius’ power and intuition.

At eleven, the orphanage was happy to get rid of the usual group of kids for the year. Marius went along, silent, yet astounded by the castle and the magic within it. He immediately became very protective of his wand, the one thing he could say that he truly loved in the world. His intuition and intelligence gave the hat reason to place him in the Ravenclaw house. He was happy with the placement. Like at the orphanage, Marius kept to himself, but he couldn’t become a ghost. It was clear that he was smart, and first the professors took a liking to him. They were interested in his skill, unlike the orphanage who was perfectly willing to ignore everything. Even the little attention seemed huge to Marius, who began to like it. Soon, as his skills grew, as he became older, and as he became more attune to the castle, Marius started to attract “friends”. They were kids who admired him, were jealous of him, who were afraid of him. By his forth year, the power trip was beginning to go to his head.

Marius’ time at Hogwarts cannot be described as different then most. He was incredibly intelligent, but he never caused any alarms to go off in anyone’s head. He kept to himself, had a few friends, many who admired him. His professors expected him to do great things, some even saw a young minister of magic. Marius left Hogwarts in his seventh year with a brilliant mind, scholarly awards, and the hopes of many to achieve greatness. However, Marius disappeared.


Missing; Not many could tell you the whole, or the true, story of what happened to Marius after Hogwarts. It started as a whim to travel. Marius was now free of the orphanage; his dream had come true. When one has a dream which is so obtainable, what do you do after you achieve it? This is what Marius tried to find out. He slowly traveled across the continent, observing and listening for something to spark his interest. It wasn’t until he reached the dark and cold Russia that he found anything. He wandered into a small town where he met a group of people who intrigued him. They were much like him, quiet, observant, troubled. It is from them that he found his new dream. The Dark Arts felt right to him. They gave him a sense of power that could never match the little attention he once felt at Hogwarts. It was like he was getting a fix. He stayed there, for years, mastering the art. Those who truly know that Dark Arts know that it is not just skill and intelligence that makes you a master. It is also something deep inside that you have, something that comes out which makes the Darkness powerful. Marius had that, perhaps from his upbringing in the orphanage, or from his mother leaving. Maybe he was born with it, or it was the circumstances of his birth that cause it to manifest. Whatever it was, Marius had it, and he became a Dark Arts master.

Once his power seemed unstoppable, once Marius felt like he had gained all he could from Russia and his place, once his Dark Arts dream was fulfilled, he slowly backtracked west. He found himself again in Britain. This is where he hid himself, again observing and feeling his sounding. He again tried to find his new dream. This is when he first became acquainted with the Dark Lord. Of course he knew about him. Of course he had learned about him in school and his take over. Of course they taught him that Voldemort was evil and wrong. However, know he was beginning to see the other side of the story, the story of power, and of wrath, and of respect. Again, Marius began to feel a fix. He also couldn’t help but feel connected to the Dark Lord who had been gone for decades. Their childhoods seemed very similar. Marius felt as though he could relate to the Dark Lord. He wished he had known him. He became obsessed with knowing every detail of the Dark Lords life. He found diaries, writings, and bibliographies. He search all over, studied everything; his skills of intuition helping his path unfold before him.

He greatly admired Voldemort. He strove to be like him. His intelligence and his cunning and powerful skills helped paved the way. He started at the bottom of the food chain. It was easy for him to convince the lowest of the low to follow him, promising them that he would make it possible for them to raise up and live a better life. They had nothing to lose, so it wasn’t a challenge to gain their support. Now, with some backing Marius saw that his dream would come true. It was tricky to gain higher support, but soon, those who were sympathetic to the Death Eaters of the old days, those who had a family connection, those who wanted or needed something different then what they were handed, those were the ones that admired Marius. Soon, he forged a new name, just like Voldemort had done. He was no longer the name his poor, disgraced mother had given him. He was happy to leave that sad name by the way side. He was now Tenebrael, Lord Tenebrael, a distortion of Latin and Greek meaning “dark power”.

His obsession was an obsession, up until the day he found it. The day he found the secret that Voldemort had never wanted anyone to find out, the secret that could destroy everything. With this secret, Lord Tenebrael hatched a plan. He would be great, he would be respected, he would be feared, he would be a Dark Lord.

Found; It took Lord Tenebrael years to solve the puzzle of the information he had found out. Lord Voldemort himself had never been able crack the code before they had taken him down. During this time, Lord Tenebrael kept his followers based on his dark power alone. Soon, they would flock to him. He just had to find the key.

The secret he had found out was that a Dark and ancient magic was hidden in the wizarding world. Lord Voldemort had taken the first steps with him, finding that it was hidden in Hogwarts. Not at Hogwarts, but in Hogwarts. In everything the castle held. The stairs, the walls, the doors, the desks, the armor, and the paintings. All of it held the potential of the Dark Magic. But Lord Voldemort had never been able to take the next step. He had never been able to harvest it, to set it free upon the world. Lord Tenebrael strove to find out, not only how to release it, but how to control it for himself.

Then one night, it had come to him. It had taken years, but he finally found the key. It was in his Dark Arts teaching. He knew he had to bring it in himself. He would have to use himself as the knew canister for the Dark Magic. Then he could dispense it where ever, when ever, to whom ever or what ever.

It was the summer of the year 2104. With the school empty, he traveled to the castle, and breached the walls. He went deep into the dungeons of the castle, finding his way to the exact middle of the school. Here he would raise his arms and feel the power surge through his veins. He laughed maliciously as he collapsed to the ground in immense pain. He held onto the trapped power as it tried to escape. It was as if it would destroy him rather than be trapped. However, the fight within was raging. Lord Tenebrael lay there, holding it all in. Soon, the battle was over. He rose, triumphant, a dark gleam in his eyes that had turned red with the power.

His first task was to see if he could use the magic in the way he had assumed. He touched the outside of the castle and a dark green stream of lightning streamed from his hand to the castle. He felt the magic leaving him, and stopped it before more than a little could issue forth. His trap had been set, not he just had to sit back and wait to see what happened.

Waiting; Lord Tenebrael again went into hiding, again using his intuitive skills to hear the news from the castle. As the year went on, he heard of strange things attacking and coming alive. It seemed as if the headmaster was clueless of how to stop this power. It was as if the magic had a mind of its own, causing the mischief it thought was necessary to bring the castle down. However, it seemed as though there were a few strong people in the castle that was keeping its true power at bay. Lord Tenebrael found out their names and decided to watch them.

At the end of the year, it seemed as though the magic could not do the job itself. Lord Tenebrael would have to step in and use his own control of the power to finish the job. The Dark Magic had been his calling card. It was the time he came out of hiding.

Back in Town; This brings the story up to present day. Lord Tenebrael has called all those who had pledged their loyalty to him. He has performed a couple of small little catastrophes to show his power. The Minister of Magic had been put in St. Mungos with a horrible prognosis, the Hogwarts Express has been derailed, luckily too late for anyone to be harmed, and the muggle world had been attack with the same vengeance that was seen in the day of Lord Voldemort. Lord Tenebrael happily took the blame for all the destruction. He smiles to see the wizarding world once again in mass chaos.

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