Zeth Yaxley is your dark artifacts expert (wickedy) wrote in changedrpg,
Zeth Yaxley: Level Eight
Hooded and wearing his mask, Zeth Yaxley walked into the Ministry of Magic. His heart was racing with adrenaline, his lips curled into the most sinister of smiles. He was finally getting to do something. Something for his Lord. This was huge. They were taking down the Ministry.
He practically ran up the stairs to level 8 where he had been assigned to go. Wand outstretched and eyes sharp he scanned the stairwells. He didn't see anyone in them but he could hear the yells and crashes going on just beyond the walls to either side of him. It was total fucking chaos. He was excited.
Reaching his floor Zeth ran out of the stairwell and entered the hallway. He saw people running around, he saw his fellow Death Eaters. There were people laid out on the floor, obviously dead. He laughed manically. He wanted to kill. He wanted to add to the people who were dying around him. There were so many people who deserved to die. Any and all who went against what his Lord stood for. Any and all who were Mudbloods and Bloodtraitors.
Entering the first room, Zeth took a good look around. He was one to search for trinkets and items that could be of use to him. Opening a file cabinet drawer he came across an interesting item. At first glance it appeared to be a regular gold locket. Upon further examination Zeth discovered this was a biting locket. And it bit hard. He pocketed the item and continued looking, finding an interesting looking goblet that possessed some kind of magic, a pearl bracelet, a fob watch that screamed when you tried to wind it and a cloak that once touched against the warmth of someone's skin caught them on fire, or at least that's what he assumed after seeing his hand catch when he touched the material. He had to scramble quickly to use an Aguamenti spell to put the flames out. He used his wand to maneuver the cloack into his satchel. He'd be taking the time to learn more about it later.
After finding nothing else of use there Zeth went to the next room and then the next; searching for useful items, searching for people he could dispose of. It was when he was in the final room he spotted a very old, medium sized box that had chains wrapped around it. It was obvious that whatever was in there was supposed to stay in there. Nothing else he came across had such protection. He walked over to the box, placed his hand on it and closed his eyes. Whatever was in there was giving off a wicked magical vibration. He would take it home and figure it out later. He placed it in his satchel along with his other good finds.
Once all of the rooms were searched and finding no one in the offices Zeth made his way back out into the hallway. It was there he came face to face with a young woman with curly brown hair. Her face was pale and her skin was wet with sweat. It was obvious by the look on her face she was terrified. She was panting, like she'd been running. Zeth laughed wickedly, raised his wand to meet her chest and used a spell to knock her to the ground. He then proceeded to torture her with the Cruciatus curse, getting off on the sound of her screams. Such a sweet sound to hear one in utter pain and knowing you are the cause of it. After about 5 minutes Zeth threw the killing curse at her and then kicked her out of his way once she was dead.
Zeth made his way out away from level 8, back down the stairs and out of the Ministry. From there he apparated home, took his newly acquired possessions out of his satchel and went to work on his next assignment. He had Wizengamot people to go after.