Post by Lord Voldemort on Feb 23, 2007 23:42:40 GMT 1
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Name: Makai
Age: 26
Country of Birth: USA
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General Information[/size]
Name: Lord Voldemort (Tom Marvolo Riddle)
Age: 70 Born: Dec. 31, 1926
Sex: Male
Bloodline: Half Blood (Styles himself as Pure)
Alumni House: Slytherin
Faction: Himself.
Wand: Yew, 13 ½ Inches, Phoenix Feather, Transfiguration
Pet: Snake, Nagini.
Appearace[/size]
Picture:
Appearance:
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 150ish
Eye Color: Red
Hair: Hairless
Body Build: Skeletal and sinuous
Voldemort looks like Death itself with chalk-white skin, red eyes with slits for pupils, unnaturally long fingers and snake-like slits for nostrils in his skull face. He was once very handsome with brown eyes and wavy locks of the same hue, but the degeneration of his appearance into it’s current form is due to his practice of Dark Magic, namely the creation of his Horcruxes. Most would consider him horrifically ugly, but this matters little to him. He has power beyond their wildest dreams, what use has he for beauty?
Character[/size]
History: He’s 70 years old and has done a lot. Don’t kill me for length, please.
On New Year’s Eve of 1926, the last descendant of Founder Salazar Slytherin was born in less than auspicious surroundings. He was born in an orphanage to Merope Gaunt, a weak pureblood witch who had become infatuated with a Muggle, Tom Riddle, and had illegally given him a love potion. Three months into their false relationship, Merope became pregnant. She decided to stop giving Riddle the potion, convinced that he had fallen in love with her. He had not. He abandoned her, and she lived only to carry the babe to term. Her dying wish was that he be named after his father and maternal grandfather, and thus, he was named Tom Marvolo Riddle.
At an early age, he showed great magical abilities, primarily psychokinesis… and a great insensitivity. At school, he was a bully who tortured other children, but a bright one, who showed an insatiable thirst for knowledge. At the age of eleven, he received a personal visit from Albus Dumbledore as his invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. By this time, he had already shown great aptitude for magic, he could move things with his thoughts, make animals do his bidding, speak with snakes, and, in his own words, “make bad things happen to people who annoy.” He also displayed cruelty, an absolute lack of moral judgement, and a need for absolute control over others with no regard to their personal wants.
He attended Hogwarts from 1938 to 1945, sorted into Slytherin House. He was very gifted, and quickly became a staff favorite, rising from Prefect to Head Boy. He was described by Dumbledore as “The most marvelous student to ever pass through Hogwarts.” However, Dumbledore never forgot the lust for power and the cruelty that he had seen in the orphanage, and never fully trusted Tom, to his great annoyance.
He quickly gathered a group of followers whom he termed his “friends”, though he never showed any great compassion for them. They, and upon occasion, their sons, would become what he later called his Death Eaters. They started making trouble while at Hogwarts; there were several incidences of sinister natures which went completely unexplained, and it was during this time that Tom constructed and went by the anagram of his name, I Am Lord Voldemort.
The summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort returned to Little Hangleton, hoping to meet his grandfather, Marvolo, confirm that he was related to the Gaunts, and through them, Slytherin. Instead he met his uncle, Morfin, who was previously imprisoned for hexing Tom Riddle Sr. to keep Merope away from him, and it was here that he learned of his grandfather’s death and his father’s non-magical nature and identity. He stole an heirloom ring from Morfin and, upon learning that his father was still alive and had abandoned him and his mother, proceeded to murder him and his parents. Voldemort framed Morfin for the murders, modifying his memory to make him confess to the Ministry of Magic.
During his fifth year, Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets through his gift of Parseltongue, which lead to the death of Muggle-Born student Myrtle. Only Dumbledore ever suspected him, as he had garnered considerable favor over the rest of the staff (particularly Potions Master Horace Slughorn) with his charm. He used Rubeus Hagrid’s possession of an Acromantula to frame him for the crime and got him expelled.
In his final years at Hogwarts, he became obsessed with the idea of immortality. Early in his sixth year, he questioned Horace Slughorn about Horcruxes. He successfully fooled the professor into thinking it was just for schoolwork, and he explained to him why and how Horcruxes were created. After completing his education, he requested a position on the Staff of Hogwarts twice, which he was denied, once by Headmaster Armando Dippet, and once by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He took a job at Borgin and Burkes, Purveyors of Dark Magical Objects instead, and in the course of his work was known to have murdered at least one woman to gain two artifacts from her, Hepzibah Smith, owner of a locket of Slytherin’s and a cup of Hufflepuff’s, again, framing somebody else for the murder, this time a House Elf.
He disappeared for a time, then resurfaced 10 years later, gathering his followers to him again and christening them the Death Eaters. Then he began his reign of terror. Murders everywhere, of Muggle-Borns, Half Bloods, and Muggles themselves, all left with a ghostly Dark Mark in the sky above their homes. The terror grew so great that the wizarding community feared to utter “Voldemort” and instead began to use “You-Know-Who” and “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named”. It is said that the only place that was safe during this time was Hogwarts, because the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared was Dumbledore. However, this is not so. While he certainly had a healthy respect for the man as a powerful wizard, he did not fear him. He was old, and all old men must eventually die. THAT was his fear. Death.
Word of a most interesting and terrible prophecy was brought to him by one of his most loyal Death Eaters, Severus Snape, and it stated that there would be one who he would mark as his equal, born as the seventh month dies. However, he only heard the first half of the Prophecy, and as such, made his move and attacked the Potters at Godric’s Hollow, murdering first James Potter, then Lily, and finally turning his wand on the son, Harry James Potter. It was here that it all went wrong.
The curse rebounded on him, disintegrating his human body and leaving his spirit to wander for 11 years. During this time all the power and influence he had built fell apart, his Death Eaters were either imprisoned, recanted, or died, and he hid in the forests of Albania, taking possession of animals for as long as he could before his corrupt spirit killed them. It was here that Quirinus Quirrell found him, and Voldemort convinced the man to serve him. During Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts, Voldemort was there, too, sharing the body of Professor Quirrell, right under Dumbledore’s nose, which gave him no small amount of glee.
Unfortunately, due to an oversight and the incompetence of Quirrell, the Potter brat made another miraculous escape… an event which he proceeded to repeat in his second year, killing one of Voldemort’s favorite pets, the Basilisk, and unknowingly destroying one of his Horcruxes.
Voldemort decided not to make the same mistake again, and took a whole year to consolidate his power, moving about behind the scenes as he gathered his strength. He only needed one last piece… a human follower. None were to be found, until Wormtail escaped the Weasley boy’s clutches and made his way back to his master… and in Harry Potter’s Fourth Year, he achieved resurrection in a new body, a better one, now able to defy the protection of love that Harry had. Voldemort summoned his Death Eaters and learned who was loyal and who was not… and then forced Harry to duel, planning to humiliate the boy. Then something happened that he couldn’t possibly have predicted, Priori Incantatum. And Potter escaped again, the Gary Stu.
The Ministry of Magic, fools that they were, refused to believe that Voldemort had returned, and he used this to his full advantage, engineering a plot to break out some of his Death Eaters from Azkaban, then invading the Department of Mysteries for the retrieval of The Prophecy. This fails miserably, the only copy of the Prophecy available to Voldemort is lost and all but one of the Death Eaters sent to retrieve it falls into the hands of the Order of the Phoenix. At the cries of the last Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort himself came and briefly dueled Dumbledore before escaping and taking Bellatrix with him, but not before being seen by the Minister of Magic.
This summer, Voldemort has had time to plan, to plot, to garner more resources and offer his hand to more groups, and Potter’s time is coming to a close, more swiftly than he knows it.
Personality: Voldemort is a psychotic, utterly inhuman mass murderer. He is incapable of any type of love or mutual respect with another being, and considers no one his equal, with the possible exception of Albus Dumbledore. The only thing he loves is power, and no matter how much he has, it will never be enough for him.
He has a genocidal hatred of Muggles, but his beliefs are slightly more complex than those of his followers who have little regard for anybody who is not a Pureblood, as evidenced by his treatment of certain Pureblood families such as the Prewetts and the Weasleys. (e.g. Molly Weasley’s two brothers, both members of the original Order of the Phoenix, were murdered at his behest)
Those who follow him unquestioningly are safe from his wrath; he does not wantonly maim and cause pain to his Death Eaters unless they deserve it. Failure is not tolerated, and severe punishment is in store for those that do so. Disobedience, disrespect, and mistakes are more minor, but still severely punished infractions. Perfection is desired, and if you have failed the Dark Lord, you had best do something else that pleases him immensely before he finds you. Your punishment will still come, but it will be softened slightly.
There is only one thing that he fears, and that is death. If he were to face a Boggart, it would be his corpse. He believes that the only goal worth striving for is immortality, and he has nearly achieved it through his Horcruxes, the only wizard who has done so, some for fear of splitting the soul, but most because they do not understand the magic behind them.
His magical knowledge is unsurpassed by any wizard in this day and age, however, due to his most massive flaw, arrogance, he tends to forget some things on the softer side of magic, such as the protective property of love and the healing powers in phoenix tears. He knows more than a sane person should ever want to know about the Dark Arts, about torture and death. Magic is one of his greatest strengths, aside from his keen mind, and in a duel with him, everybody will lose eventually. Dumbledore only won that one time because Voldemort’s attention was divided between him and Harry.
Voldemort’s sheer, blinding arrogance and belief in his own superiority cannot be stated enough. His overconfidence has caused him to neglect many small, seemingly unimportant details, and this has lead to his downfalls in the past. This does not mean, however, that he is stupid. He is one of the most cunning wizards alive, he crosses his “t”’s and dots his “I”’s and never leaves anything to chance. He is a master of tactics and planning, and whenever possible sets the battlefield in his favor. He uses every weapon in his arsenal against you, and nothing is too much of a low blow to use. Humiliation is a lovely tool, as is fear. Pain comes next on the list. In any case, if he wants information from you, there is no way you are going to keep it from him, unless you are a very, VERY good Occlumens, as well as a very smooth liar.
Character Flaws:
His arrogance is his main, major fault, the one that always comes back around to kick him in the arse. Overlooking one minor thing perpetually leads to his downfall. However, he is now more aware of this fault and it will be harder to exploit. Impatience is another, more minor fault, manifesting itself for the most part when he has tired of playing games with his newest toy or person he is trying to get information out of. He simply adores ripping them slowly apart emotionally and physically for the sheer challenge of getting them to talk, but if they are too stubborn, he will rip their minds apart instead, delving deep into their brains to drag out their most horrifying memories before them, learning everything about them while leaving them either intact for more fun or a drooling vegetable, his choice. He has a weakness for satisfying his own pride. If it could be done easily and he knows it, he almost can’t resist doing it with a flourish, a little sign that screams “The Dark Lord Was Here”, something to rub his enemies’ noses in. A prime example of this was the creation of the Morsmordre spell.
Role Play Sample: [/size]
Pale, long thin fingers dug with unnatural strength into the man’s jaw, barely audible creaking coming from his grasp. A little more and the jawbone would just… snap…. Under his fingers. Glowing red eyes watched tears run down the man’s face, and he thingyed his head to the side with interest. Flicking his tongue out, he tasted the tears… bitter, salty… no touch of the innate magic of a wizard in it. But he already knew that. This one was just a Muggle toy. The father to a Muggleborn witch who was wavering between him and the Order… who needed to be taught a lesson.
Voldemort wouldn’t normally be doing this himself, but he needed to relieve some stress. There was no music quite as lovely as screams, no sight quite as beautiful as suffering, no scent quite as appealing as the stink of fear. He honestly didn’t understand why more people didn’t appreciate these kinds of things. Oh well. More for him.
“Are you afraid?” He asked in a gentle, almost understanding whisper, watching the man carefully. What was his name? Bill? Bob? Something…. A vaguely affirmative whimper escaped the man’s throat, and Voldemort nodded, free hand ruffling through the man’s hair in an almost affectionate caress. It was so amusing to see the confusion in his eyes, the two hands which seemed to oppose each other, one giving pain and the other comfort. Yes… toying with people was so wonderful.
His eyes flicked up, glancing out the window. The palest touches of dusk still shone on the horizon. It was almost time. The Dark Mark hovering above a house couldn’t be fully appreciated when the sunset was competing for attention. They returned to the man’s face, a slightly twisted smile crossing his face before he smoothed it into a look of sad regret.
“Alas, it is time for me to bid you farewell.” He said in that same comforting whisper, brushing a kiss over the man’s forehead. What in the blazes was his name? Will? He pulled back, giving the man another smile. “Goodbye.”
Moments later Lord Voldemort was striding out of the room, a small twitch of his mind Scourgifying his hands. Not as clean as the Killing Curse, to be sure, but it was much more effective in sending a message of fear. Blood was more vivid than cold, pale faces, though each had their place.
Name: Makai
Age: 26
Country of Birth: USA
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In Character
General Information[/size]
Name: Lord Voldemort (Tom Marvolo Riddle)
Age: 70 Born: Dec. 31, 1926
Sex: Male
Bloodline: Half Blood (Styles himself as Pure)
Alumni House: Slytherin
Faction: Himself.
Wand: Yew, 13 ½ Inches, Phoenix Feather, Transfiguration
Pet: Snake, Nagini.
Appearace[/size]
Picture:
Appearance:
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 150ish
Eye Color: Red
Hair: Hairless
Body Build: Skeletal and sinuous
Voldemort looks like Death itself with chalk-white skin, red eyes with slits for pupils, unnaturally long fingers and snake-like slits for nostrils in his skull face. He was once very handsome with brown eyes and wavy locks of the same hue, but the degeneration of his appearance into it’s current form is due to his practice of Dark Magic, namely the creation of his Horcruxes. Most would consider him horrifically ugly, but this matters little to him. He has power beyond their wildest dreams, what use has he for beauty?
Character[/size]
History: He’s 70 years old and has done a lot. Don’t kill me for length, please.
On New Year’s Eve of 1926, the last descendant of Founder Salazar Slytherin was born in less than auspicious surroundings. He was born in an orphanage to Merope Gaunt, a weak pureblood witch who had become infatuated with a Muggle, Tom Riddle, and had illegally given him a love potion. Three months into their false relationship, Merope became pregnant. She decided to stop giving Riddle the potion, convinced that he had fallen in love with her. He had not. He abandoned her, and she lived only to carry the babe to term. Her dying wish was that he be named after his father and maternal grandfather, and thus, he was named Tom Marvolo Riddle.
At an early age, he showed great magical abilities, primarily psychokinesis… and a great insensitivity. At school, he was a bully who tortured other children, but a bright one, who showed an insatiable thirst for knowledge. At the age of eleven, he received a personal visit from Albus Dumbledore as his invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. By this time, he had already shown great aptitude for magic, he could move things with his thoughts, make animals do his bidding, speak with snakes, and, in his own words, “make bad things happen to people who annoy.” He also displayed cruelty, an absolute lack of moral judgement, and a need for absolute control over others with no regard to their personal wants.
He attended Hogwarts from 1938 to 1945, sorted into Slytherin House. He was very gifted, and quickly became a staff favorite, rising from Prefect to Head Boy. He was described by Dumbledore as “The most marvelous student to ever pass through Hogwarts.” However, Dumbledore never forgot the lust for power and the cruelty that he had seen in the orphanage, and never fully trusted Tom, to his great annoyance.
He quickly gathered a group of followers whom he termed his “friends”, though he never showed any great compassion for them. They, and upon occasion, their sons, would become what he later called his Death Eaters. They started making trouble while at Hogwarts; there were several incidences of sinister natures which went completely unexplained, and it was during this time that Tom constructed and went by the anagram of his name, I Am Lord Voldemort.
The summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort returned to Little Hangleton, hoping to meet his grandfather, Marvolo, confirm that he was related to the Gaunts, and through them, Slytherin. Instead he met his uncle, Morfin, who was previously imprisoned for hexing Tom Riddle Sr. to keep Merope away from him, and it was here that he learned of his grandfather’s death and his father’s non-magical nature and identity. He stole an heirloom ring from Morfin and, upon learning that his father was still alive and had abandoned him and his mother, proceeded to murder him and his parents. Voldemort framed Morfin for the murders, modifying his memory to make him confess to the Ministry of Magic.
During his fifth year, Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets through his gift of Parseltongue, which lead to the death of Muggle-Born student Myrtle. Only Dumbledore ever suspected him, as he had garnered considerable favor over the rest of the staff (particularly Potions Master Horace Slughorn) with his charm. He used Rubeus Hagrid’s possession of an Acromantula to frame him for the crime and got him expelled.
In his final years at Hogwarts, he became obsessed with the idea of immortality. Early in his sixth year, he questioned Horace Slughorn about Horcruxes. He successfully fooled the professor into thinking it was just for schoolwork, and he explained to him why and how Horcruxes were created. After completing his education, he requested a position on the Staff of Hogwarts twice, which he was denied, once by Headmaster Armando Dippet, and once by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He took a job at Borgin and Burkes, Purveyors of Dark Magical Objects instead, and in the course of his work was known to have murdered at least one woman to gain two artifacts from her, Hepzibah Smith, owner of a locket of Slytherin’s and a cup of Hufflepuff’s, again, framing somebody else for the murder, this time a House Elf.
He disappeared for a time, then resurfaced 10 years later, gathering his followers to him again and christening them the Death Eaters. Then he began his reign of terror. Murders everywhere, of Muggle-Borns, Half Bloods, and Muggles themselves, all left with a ghostly Dark Mark in the sky above their homes. The terror grew so great that the wizarding community feared to utter “Voldemort” and instead began to use “You-Know-Who” and “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named”. It is said that the only place that was safe during this time was Hogwarts, because the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared was Dumbledore. However, this is not so. While he certainly had a healthy respect for the man as a powerful wizard, he did not fear him. He was old, and all old men must eventually die. THAT was his fear. Death.
Word of a most interesting and terrible prophecy was brought to him by one of his most loyal Death Eaters, Severus Snape, and it stated that there would be one who he would mark as his equal, born as the seventh month dies. However, he only heard the first half of the Prophecy, and as such, made his move and attacked the Potters at Godric’s Hollow, murdering first James Potter, then Lily, and finally turning his wand on the son, Harry James Potter. It was here that it all went wrong.
The curse rebounded on him, disintegrating his human body and leaving his spirit to wander for 11 years. During this time all the power and influence he had built fell apart, his Death Eaters were either imprisoned, recanted, or died, and he hid in the forests of Albania, taking possession of animals for as long as he could before his corrupt spirit killed them. It was here that Quirinus Quirrell found him, and Voldemort convinced the man to serve him. During Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts, Voldemort was there, too, sharing the body of Professor Quirrell, right under Dumbledore’s nose, which gave him no small amount of glee.
Unfortunately, due to an oversight and the incompetence of Quirrell, the Potter brat made another miraculous escape… an event which he proceeded to repeat in his second year, killing one of Voldemort’s favorite pets, the Basilisk, and unknowingly destroying one of his Horcruxes.
Voldemort decided not to make the same mistake again, and took a whole year to consolidate his power, moving about behind the scenes as he gathered his strength. He only needed one last piece… a human follower. None were to be found, until Wormtail escaped the Weasley boy’s clutches and made his way back to his master… and in Harry Potter’s Fourth Year, he achieved resurrection in a new body, a better one, now able to defy the protection of love that Harry had. Voldemort summoned his Death Eaters and learned who was loyal and who was not… and then forced Harry to duel, planning to humiliate the boy. Then something happened that he couldn’t possibly have predicted, Priori Incantatum. And Potter escaped again, the Gary Stu.
The Ministry of Magic, fools that they were, refused to believe that Voldemort had returned, and he used this to his full advantage, engineering a plot to break out some of his Death Eaters from Azkaban, then invading the Department of Mysteries for the retrieval of The Prophecy. This fails miserably, the only copy of the Prophecy available to Voldemort is lost and all but one of the Death Eaters sent to retrieve it falls into the hands of the Order of the Phoenix. At the cries of the last Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort himself came and briefly dueled Dumbledore before escaping and taking Bellatrix with him, but not before being seen by the Minister of Magic.
This summer, Voldemort has had time to plan, to plot, to garner more resources and offer his hand to more groups, and Potter’s time is coming to a close, more swiftly than he knows it.
Personality: Voldemort is a psychotic, utterly inhuman mass murderer. He is incapable of any type of love or mutual respect with another being, and considers no one his equal, with the possible exception of Albus Dumbledore. The only thing he loves is power, and no matter how much he has, it will never be enough for him.
He has a genocidal hatred of Muggles, but his beliefs are slightly more complex than those of his followers who have little regard for anybody who is not a Pureblood, as evidenced by his treatment of certain Pureblood families such as the Prewetts and the Weasleys. (e.g. Molly Weasley’s two brothers, both members of the original Order of the Phoenix, were murdered at his behest)
Those who follow him unquestioningly are safe from his wrath; he does not wantonly maim and cause pain to his Death Eaters unless they deserve it. Failure is not tolerated, and severe punishment is in store for those that do so. Disobedience, disrespect, and mistakes are more minor, but still severely punished infractions. Perfection is desired, and if you have failed the Dark Lord, you had best do something else that pleases him immensely before he finds you. Your punishment will still come, but it will be softened slightly.
There is only one thing that he fears, and that is death. If he were to face a Boggart, it would be his corpse. He believes that the only goal worth striving for is immortality, and he has nearly achieved it through his Horcruxes, the only wizard who has done so, some for fear of splitting the soul, but most because they do not understand the magic behind them.
His magical knowledge is unsurpassed by any wizard in this day and age, however, due to his most massive flaw, arrogance, he tends to forget some things on the softer side of magic, such as the protective property of love and the healing powers in phoenix tears. He knows more than a sane person should ever want to know about the Dark Arts, about torture and death. Magic is one of his greatest strengths, aside from his keen mind, and in a duel with him, everybody will lose eventually. Dumbledore only won that one time because Voldemort’s attention was divided between him and Harry.
Voldemort’s sheer, blinding arrogance and belief in his own superiority cannot be stated enough. His overconfidence has caused him to neglect many small, seemingly unimportant details, and this has lead to his downfalls in the past. This does not mean, however, that he is stupid. He is one of the most cunning wizards alive, he crosses his “t”’s and dots his “I”’s and never leaves anything to chance. He is a master of tactics and planning, and whenever possible sets the battlefield in his favor. He uses every weapon in his arsenal against you, and nothing is too much of a low blow to use. Humiliation is a lovely tool, as is fear. Pain comes next on the list. In any case, if he wants information from you, there is no way you are going to keep it from him, unless you are a very, VERY good Occlumens, as well as a very smooth liar.
Character Flaws:
His arrogance is his main, major fault, the one that always comes back around to kick him in the arse. Overlooking one minor thing perpetually leads to his downfall. However, he is now more aware of this fault and it will be harder to exploit. Impatience is another, more minor fault, manifesting itself for the most part when he has tired of playing games with his newest toy or person he is trying to get information out of. He simply adores ripping them slowly apart emotionally and physically for the sheer challenge of getting them to talk, but if they are too stubborn, he will rip their minds apart instead, delving deep into their brains to drag out their most horrifying memories before them, learning everything about them while leaving them either intact for more fun or a drooling vegetable, his choice. He has a weakness for satisfying his own pride. If it could be done easily and he knows it, he almost can’t resist doing it with a flourish, a little sign that screams “The Dark Lord Was Here”, something to rub his enemies’ noses in. A prime example of this was the creation of the Morsmordre spell.
Role Play Sample: [/size]
Pale, long thin fingers dug with unnatural strength into the man’s jaw, barely audible creaking coming from his grasp. A little more and the jawbone would just… snap…. Under his fingers. Glowing red eyes watched tears run down the man’s face, and he thingyed his head to the side with interest. Flicking his tongue out, he tasted the tears… bitter, salty… no touch of the innate magic of a wizard in it. But he already knew that. This one was just a Muggle toy. The father to a Muggleborn witch who was wavering between him and the Order… who needed to be taught a lesson.
Voldemort wouldn’t normally be doing this himself, but he needed to relieve some stress. There was no music quite as lovely as screams, no sight quite as beautiful as suffering, no scent quite as appealing as the stink of fear. He honestly didn’t understand why more people didn’t appreciate these kinds of things. Oh well. More for him.
“Are you afraid?” He asked in a gentle, almost understanding whisper, watching the man carefully. What was his name? Bill? Bob? Something…. A vaguely affirmative whimper escaped the man’s throat, and Voldemort nodded, free hand ruffling through the man’s hair in an almost affectionate caress. It was so amusing to see the confusion in his eyes, the two hands which seemed to oppose each other, one giving pain and the other comfort. Yes… toying with people was so wonderful.
His eyes flicked up, glancing out the window. The palest touches of dusk still shone on the horizon. It was almost time. The Dark Mark hovering above a house couldn’t be fully appreciated when the sunset was competing for attention. They returned to the man’s face, a slightly twisted smile crossing his face before he smoothed it into a look of sad regret.
“Alas, it is time for me to bid you farewell.” He said in that same comforting whisper, brushing a kiss over the man’s forehead. What in the blazes was his name? Will? He pulled back, giving the man another smile. “Goodbye.”
Moments later Lord Voldemort was striding out of the room, a small twitch of his mind Scourgifying his hands. Not as clean as the Killing Curse, to be sure, but it was much more effective in sending a message of fear. Blood was more vivid than cold, pale faces, though each had their place.