A Dead God's Faith (слэш)

Blood and spittle rush to follow Riddle’s words that are dragged out through a wrecked throat.
“I will consume you.”
Harry felt a thrill run up his spine, along with the usual fear and anger that accompanied Voldemort's threats. “Be gentle, I can feel your soul ripping it’s stitches,”
// Harry already knows that they are going to love each other. He just doesn't know how yet.