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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 19:32:39 GMT -5
Bellatrix smirked, raising herself to her full, and considerable height. "Why yes I would," Bellatrix said much softer, and much more dangerously. "That is why I am his most faithful servant, because the Dark Lord knows I would do anything for him."
Bellatrix didn't wait for Powell to retort, gesturing for her to follow back to their master, for she knew that he did not like to be kept waiting.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 19:32:55 GMT -5
The Dark Lord breathed deep breaths, before turning on his heel and marching up the steps quickly, his robes disheveled and his hair in all sorts of a messy array, falling in front of his gleaming red eyes. "Now... ladies... Avery has returned with the Mudbloods," he hissed lowly, his ivory bone wand drawn, poised in his unnaturally long fingers.
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Post by briannapowell on Jul 27, 2007 19:35:31 GMT -5
Powell made a gesture behind Bella's back, a cross to ward off evil. It made her grin, but she stopped smiling when she saw the Dark Lord, but did not seem too enthusiastic about his idea of fun. "Forgive my forwardness, but I have a favor to ask my Lord, before you two commence with your fun." Her words said she would not be staying, which probably could not suit her better at this moment. After all.. if Bella was going to be gushing to the Lord, it would be an annoyance to try and keep her in check.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 19:45:05 GMT -5
The Dark Lord runs his left hand through his hair, hurriedly, snarling as he lost the little patience he had remaining. "What is it?" he questioned, raising a black brow, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of emotions. "My patience grows ever thin..." he hissed, lapsing into a bit of parseltongue -- curses, most probable.
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Post by briannapowell on Jul 27, 2007 19:48:29 GMT -5
Powell waited for him to stop his parsletongue before she continued. "My Lord, I ask that you allow me to enter Hogwarts this year, to observe the students and see if there are any worthy of joining us." She paused a moment, then continued. "It would require a constant dose of Polyjuice potion, but that should not be too hard to make." She cracked her knuckles, gazing at her Lord coldly, and would probably do as she pleased with or without his permission.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 19:54:58 GMT -5
Staring into her eyes long and hard, holding her head still and straight with his left hand, he let his eyelids droop a little, thankful it was going to be a quick ordeal. "That is fine. Do not fail." He turned swiftly, letting go of her, his black robes flowing around him as he descended down the stairs. "A final note," he warned, his voice cold and high-pitched again, "remember the punishment that comes with disobeying Lord Voldemort's will."
With a swirl of his robes, he disappeared into the dungeon room.
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Post by briannapowell on Jul 27, 2007 19:57:46 GMT -5
She had not needed any help keeping her head still, she found it amusing how people were afraid to look her lord in the eyes. She turned around and laughed coldly at Bella, then continued and left the house, presumedly to get supplies and a history for herself. "Fools" was all she said as she walked down the street, fingering an amulet around her neck.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 20:48:13 GMT -5
Bellatrix watched Powell leave the house, a nasty scowl on her face. She did not like that woman one bit, which was obvious as her hands twitched again. Shaking of the desire to curse the insufferable woman, Bellatrix fixed up her black robe and followed her Master's path to the dungeon.
She entered the room, her nostrils delightedly picking up on the fear filling the room from the mudbloods cowering on the cold, dungeon floor. An expression of pure pleasure flickered in her eyes, causing the mudbloods to shiver even more.
"Master, which one may I have?" Bellatrix asked in a disgustingly, eager voice. She eyed the family, her eyes lingering on the woman.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 21:00:33 GMT -5
He looked over towards Bellatrix and grinned lazily, his eyelids heavy with hunger for the Dark Arts. "You may have the first pick, my dear..." he said quietly, his voice hoarse. "You know how I like watching you torture them first. Don't you, my dear?" the Dark Lord purred, tracing her jawline with his index finger, slowly.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 21:14:17 GMT -5
Bellatrix felt her blood fire up at his touch, a heady feeling overcoming her sense at his proximity. She smiled worshipfully up at him, her dark eyes meeting his own scarlet ones. She had never dared initiate the first touch with him, but feeling his long, pale fingers touch her face was bliss, and she craved more.
"My lord," Bellatrix said breathlessly, "If it gives you pleasure, I will be honoured to torture them for you."
She pulled out her wand, caressing the smooth wood lovingly. A half smile curled her lips, as she gazed at the woman kneeling on the ground, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"How about a small taster first?" Bellatrix said in a low voice, giving her wand a graceful flick as she cried, "Crucio."
The woman twisted and writhed in pain on the floor, causing Bellatrix's smile to widen with flushed exhiliration.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 21:23:10 GMT -5
Voldemort stood behind her, pleased with the amount of power that came off of the curse to course through her body again, giving him chills. Slowly, he reached his hands into the silky curls that adorned her head so beautifully, yanking a bit on the roots as he massaged the base of her neck. He leaned forward, whispering into her ear softly, "Go ahead, Bella... make it last! Make them really feel the pain... Torture them so long their mind breaks under the strain!"
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 21:35:23 GMT -5
Bellatrix closed her eyes at his touch, feeling the same heady rush run through her body. She flinched with delight when he pulled slightly on her hair, allowing the sharp pain to run through her with perfect seduction, as his fingers moved across her skin, sending chills shivering down her spine.
Bellatrix opened her eyes at his words, a dark, terrifying expression glowing within as she stared down at the woman still twisting and screaming on the floor.
"It would be my pleasure," Bellatrix purred, changing her tactics to give a more slow, but painful torture. She was very good at torture; she had learnt from the best- the Dark Lord himself. Not many other Death Eaters could claim such an honour, and while it had been painful suffering under the curse- and letting go of her sympathetic emotions for those she cursed- she had grown to love and, indeed, revel in the act. It was now just as much a pleasure for her as it was her Master...
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 21:53:38 GMT -5
Pressing himself against her back, he ran a hand along the front of her throat, with just the tips of his fingers. "Yessss," he hissed, lovingly, encouraging her, until, at last, the Mudblood child fell to the ground, mindlessly unaware of everything.
"Now, this time, Bella..." he instructed, as he pulled his own signature wand that stood out amongst all other wands: thirteen-inch ivory bone with a phoenix feather core. It was a very powerful wand, although there were rumors about a more powerful wand -- he would have to look into that in the future. Currently, he untangled his hand from the mass of silky hair and grasped the wand with his right hand. "There is no need for your wand, this time, my dearest Bella. You will be aiding me in torturing these pathetic excuses for life."
With his left hand, he continued to caress her soothingly and gently, helping her stay calm as she tortured the worthless filth to the brink of insanity -- where they no longer could utter any coherent thoughts -- the worst way to end up. He held Bella's hand and wrist steady as she cast the Cruciatus curse over and over again, his longer fingers wrapping around hers, as he was still able to still feel the power rush through his veins as well as through the others. It was one of the best sensation he'd ever remember feeling in his last fifty two years of life.
"Never look away from them, Bella," he purred into her ear.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 22:03:37 GMT -5
Bellatrix almost let out a small moan when he trailed his fingers across her. The steady grip he had on her wrist and hand held her back from unleashing her passion into the curse. The Dark Lord wanted the mubloods to suffer slowly, and so she would have to hold herself back for now.
His words caressed her ear like a seductive whisper, giving her even more a sense of euphoria. He was teaching her to become insanity's mistress, and she would embrace insanity like she embraced the man now guiding her lust for torture onto the filth before them. Each scream from the victims was like a seductive symphony, seducing her into a sense of wild frenzy where she wanted nothing more than to scream in delight.
She stared into her victim's eyes, not a trace of pity being found. She would be their liberator to save them from their own disgusting blood.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 22:20:18 GMT -5
"And now, my lovely Bella," he guided, cutting off the Cruciatus curse once the bodies were just husks of drooling flesh. "Avada Kedavra!" he enchanted, feeling the most welcoming feeling -- the rush of the Killing Curse, knowing that Bella would feel the same energy pulse through her flesh, her soul, and even through her entire magical core, just as he did.
"The most wonderful feeling of all, is the satisfaction of a kill, my dear. Also, my dear... you must mean all of it. If you don't, you know what might happen...." he trailed off, still clinging to her, his wand still in her hand which was inside of his.
The Dark Lord began the scalp massage again, slowly pulling her right arm back into place, withdrawing his ivory wand from her hand, his hand returning to trace over her fingers, the ones and the visible veins. "How are you doing, my dear?" he asks, so quietly, Voldemort almost didn't hear himself.
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