Dec. 8th, 2016 at 9:40 PM
Stephen approached the gateway with the silver dagger in his hand. The stone arch towered above him, and he could hear the hushed voices calling to him from beyond the veil. No, not him. They were calling to Voldemort - or whatever remained of Voldemort inside him, twisted into him. "I am the true master of death!" he called as the mist from the gate swept around him. Finally he would be reborn as Voldemort. "You're planning on making your whole evil ruler speech to yourself, Stephen?" Michael asked, as casually as though he'd walked in on Stephen talking to himself in the mirror. "You have no cronies? No followers? Not even some snivelling, fearful weaklings hanging on your every word?" He crossed his arms over his chest and looked with some curiosity at the veil and the gate. "Are you sure your plan will work, Ste?" |