Albiorix slowly stepped out the burned remnants of the past he had tried to distance himself from. The sun beginning to set across the horizon, turning the clear sky a perfect dark purple shade, the shadows of the trees and buildings nearby elongated and twisted as the last few moments of light slowly faded and night began to take its grip on the world again. Albiorix was, uneasy, his mother and an Auror seemingly tasked with his capture or death together, it was a recipe for disaster in the truest sense of the word.<br/><br/>But it also gave him an opportunity as well, gave him an in. Though, if he pursued Hawke, he would be stumbling directly into his mother's trap. But perhaps, if he was quick enough, he could still catch her off guard. If he were to strike while she was distracted with the Auror, he could retrieve what he needed, and possibly put an end to not only her but Hawke as well. His mind slowly wandering to Rosa, how was she connected? She had always been so helpful, to see her working with Analiese, he was confused, but if it came to it, he would end her just as quickly. None of them mattered anymore, only two things mattered now, vengeance for his father's death, and the retrieval of something long thought lost.<br/><br/>Albiorix had an idea, but it required opening his mind to Hawke and letting him in, which was not something Albiorix did lightly. But based on the connections sudden silence, he could only guess that Hawke was trying to do the opposite, in blocking him out. But for what reason? Of all times... but perhaps, there was a way to get Hawke's attention. Theo. He learned this very trick from none other than Voldemort himself.<br/><br/>Albiorix pictured the man in his head, clear as day, projecting the thought of him outwards with all of his magical might. Though, he didn't expect that to get Hawke's attention, what he thought next was though. He imagined killing him, over and over again, endlessly, countless numbers of ways. He imagined the man's pained screams, he imagined his calls for help. He forced those thoughts out, in hope that Hawke would force himself to make a connection, opening a connection for Albiorix to latch on and find him.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fguiltypleasuresroleplaying.com%2Fxenforo%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2Funtitled-png.15673%2F&amp;hash=7219691817467a0666dbec28fa2163a3" title="index.php">
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<br/>​</div>Analiese chuckled nearly gleeful at Hawke's continued protests, she had hoped that he would be easier to crack than the others, saving her the trouble. But at the same time, it had been so very long since she got a chance to play with someone's mind. She glared down at him as she stepped to the side towards a small cabinet. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Oh, no need for a chaser. Drinking this takes far too long. No no, you see, muggles, they are pitiful little things, but they do make the most... interesting things.</span>" Analiese spoke as she opened a small drawer, pulling out a syringe and dipping one end into the potion. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">I've found that the effects of Veritaserum work so much more quickly and efficiently when directed to the brainstem.</span>" She turned back, placing the potion bottle to the side, as she moved closer with the syringe in hand.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Now, this is a careful process, you'll need to not move even an inch as I inject this, else I could.. cut something very important to you. Leaving you paralyzed from the waist down, or worse.</span>" She smiled as she moved to grip his head, turning it to the side as she attempted to jam the needle directly into his neck, she struck precisely as it went between the vertebrae and she injected the potion around the brain stem, letting the fluids gather for a moment as she pulled back the syringe. She smiled content, pulling out her wand with a quickness as she gave it a quick flick of her hand. '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Crucio</span></i>'. As the first few jolts of pain began to surge through his body.<br/><br/>Analiese put away her wand as she silently played with a small onyx ring on her finger, watching with glee as he was tormented. Slowly she began to use her own Occulemency as she forced him to endure mental torture as well. Visions of people he loved being burned, visions of his own escape, just to be so rudely and harshly dragged back into reality as his torture continued. She seemed a master at it, each vision just as real as the last. She pressed for what felt like days and weeks, but only hours passed, slowly whittling down his walls, piece by piece.