The Runcandel Mansion's Storm of Killing Intent
The moment Keith stepped through the shimmering Yamato portal, Bellatrix hesitatingly followed, barefoot and trembling.
Nagini slithered behind them, already more relaxed than she had ever been with Voldemort.
The grand foyer of the Runcandel mansion opened before Bellatrix like a temple of light—warm, bright, safe.
Then—
Six figures appeared instantly.
Rias.
Grayfia.
Scathach.
Luna.
Albedo.
Gamma.
Their senses had picked up Keith's killing intent and Bellatrix's unstable magic from miles away.
The Temperature Dropped.
As Keith explained softly:
"She's Bellatrix… she was tortured, experimented on, framed by Death Eaters and Voldemort for years."
The air turned murderous.
The marble floor cracked under the pressure of their killing intent.
Bellatrix froze.
What she felt wasn't human power.
It was divine.
Like standing before Demi-Gods, Grand Mages, and ancient monsters of light and shadow.
Rias' crimson aura burned like a queen of destruction.
Grayfia's silver power hummed with terrifying precision.
Scathach's presence alone felt like an executioner who had ended gods.
Luna radiated the serene, cold fury of a primordial dragon.
Albedo's golden eyes glowed with murderous devotion to Keith.
Gamma crackled with unstable magic power, a storm barely leashed.
Bellatrix trembled.
How could anyone earn their respect?
Why did such beings exist here—around a boy?
She looked at Keith again.
No.
He wasn't "just a boy."
He was something far, far greater.
The Introductions
Rias stepped forward first, smiling warmly despite the rage behind her eyes.
"I am Rias Runcandel."
Grayfia bowed gracefully.
"Grayfia Runcandel."
Scathach placed a hand over her heart.
"Scathach Runcandel."
Luna's voice was soft but powerful.
"Luna Runcandel."
Albedo tilted her head, eyes glowing.
"Albedo Runcandel."
Gamma straightened her posture proudly.
"Gamma Runcandel."
Bellatrix's eyes widened.
All of them carried the Runcandel name.
All of them stood beside Keith.
Why does my chest hurt?
A strange ache… jealousy? longing?
Why do I feel safe here?
She didn't understand the feeling swirling inside her.
Keith's Gentle Order
Keith placed a hand on Bellatrix's shoulder.
She almost flinched, but his warmth steadied her.
"Grayfia."
Grayfia stepped forward immediately.
"Yes, Master Keith?"
"Give her a warm bath. Clean clothes. And make her something she can eat comfortably."
Grayfia nodded with a soft expression.
"Of course."
She extended a hand toward Bellatrix.
"Come. You're safe now."
Bellatrix hesitated—
No one had spoken to her with kindness in many, many years.
Finally, she took Grayfia's hand.
Bellatrix's Treatment
Grayfia led her to a luxurious bathing chamber.
Warm steam filled the air, carrying the smell of healing herbs Keith grew in his portable dimension.
Bellatrix stepped into the huge bath slowly.
The hot water touched her skin—
And she gasped.
Her muscles loosened.
Her scars stung, then softened.
Her breathing deepened.
For the first time since childhood… she relaxed.
Grayfia gently washed the blood and dirt from her body, murmuring soft spells of purification.
She dried Bellatrix with warm towels and brushed her long black hair until it shone.
When Bellatrix wore the clean, soft clothes Grayfia gave her, she barely recognized herself.
She looked human again.
Food That Makes the Heart Tremble
Grayfia brought her to the dining hall.
A warm bowl of stew, roasted vegetables, fresh bread, and a cup of hot tea waited for her.
Bellatrix stared.
She hadn't seen food like this in years.
She took one bite—
And tears fell silently down her cheeks.
Warm.
Soft.
Real.
Food that wasn't mixed with poison or potions.
Food that wasn't given to her through bars.
Food meant to nourish, not torture.
Grayfia gently wiped a tear from Bellatrix's cheek.
"Eat as much as you want."
Bellatrix nodded and ate slowly, cherishing every bite.