Tom M. Riddle // Lord Voldemort (snakelanguage) wrote in ab_hinc, @ 2009-04-17 16:26:00 |
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Current mood: | crazy |
Who: Lord Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy.
When: Friday Afternoon.
Where: Tom's mansion and then outside of the Treehouse Manor.
Why: He is still in the process of delving out punishments.
Rating: R
Status: Malevolent.
The voices inside of his head were growing in volume and intensity, demanding more blood and more pain to appease the torture they underwent. A child's voice stood out amongst them, echoing his disdain of those children around him.
"They're not like me! I'm better! So much better! Why can't they see that?!"
Tom jerked his head and the voice changed, deepening and losing the childish tone completely.
"I ask for so little from you. Follow me and I will give you everything you wish. Together, we can right the wrongs committed in our world. Do you want to seize power or leave it in the hands of those Muggle-lovers?"
Lord Voldemort's tone shifted and, quite unexpectedly, Tom was hearing himself.
"...nothing, Professor."
He clenched his hands, recalling Dumbledore's concerned face. Slamming his hand into the wall, he felt the bones crack and break. He barely flinched. That was nothing compared to how he had died. Each and every time had been agony. Did they expect him to forget all of that?! To not blame those that were responsible for ruining every dream he had ever had?
Everything had been denied to him. He wanted it now. He would not be satisfied until he was given his due.
"What a shame. She died in some agony."
Myrtle's ashen face appeared in his mind's eye. He recalled kicking her onto her back after she had collapsed. There was nothing attached to the memory - no remorse, no guilt - nothing.
"...Avada Kedavra."
James Potter slumped at his feet. They hadn't even spoken. What an idiot. He was unarmed. A wall would have had the same effect of making him pause.
And then, of course, there was her.
He clamped down on those memories, having thought about the Mudblood far too much in the passing days. He hated her. She would reap her due soon, but there were many other facets much more important than her.
And one of those was...
Lucius.
Smirking, Tom dissolved into the thin air and appeared outside of the...new Malfoy Manor. Snorting, he brushed the barriers aside and stepped onto the property. Thankfully, the man he was looking for was already outside.
"Lucius..." he hissed, movements quickening as he grabbed the man from behind and slammed him down onto his knees, "Better."