Rabastan Lestrange (te_rabastan) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-01-20 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 01, character: allison foxe, character: dylan vaisey, character: james sirius potter, character: toby foxe, dead character: harry potter, dead character: rabastan lestrange |
RP: Rabastan - The Dark Mark Is Seen Again
Who: Rabastan, NPCs
Where: Muggle London
When: 20 January, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Rabastan has an assignment from His Lord
The Dark Lord was furious when Rabastan was summoned. On the floor, he could see an article on the Prophet about the first Muggle to obtain employment with the Ministry of Magic. The assignment was easy: go to her house and kill everyone. Rabastan really loved working for the Dark Lord.
Rabastan Apparated straight into the house at the address the Dark Lord had given him. The scream from the dark haired woman was immediate, which made things even better. Rabastan looked around, the woman he was looking for wasn't there, but it was clear that the older woman was her mother, and the Dark Lord had ordered to kill all the Muggles in her house. He immobilised the woman and the man, leaving the boy for last. He cast a silencing charm so he could draw out this out and then he began his work.
Some could say that Muggles weren't worth the time, but he disagree. They were to delicious to rush. He released the woman first, and cast the Cruciatus, watching her as she wriggled on the floor, the screaming filling the air like a symphony played by the most talented maestros. He stopped for the briefest moment, before casting cutting spells, ripping cloth and flesh, going deeper and deeper. Rabastan watched as her clothes were soaked with blood before spilling on the wooden floor. He took his time, cut after cut until her screams died down, and he knew that she was dead.
He turned his attention to the man, repeating the process, but going faster, this time. He was getting bored with no one there to share the beauty of this. When the man was dead, he moved to the boy. Children were always the best, their screams were so loud and they lasted a lot longer than people thought. He stepped closer and pointed his wand. Before he could start with the Cruciatus, the boy's toy went flying from across the room.
Rabastan smirked. "One of us." A Mudblood, but still a wizard and the Dark Lord had said only the Muggles. "Your lucky day, little one."
He left the boy sitting in a pool of blood. When he got outside, he raised his wand again. "Morsmordre." As the Dark Mark filled the sky, Rabastan Disapparated.