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</div>Seconds turned to minutes, the man's memory block remained strong.<br/><br/>Minutes turned to hours, and even still the man sat through his torture, still unknowing of the very act that caused him so much pain. But Albiorix continued, uncaring of the pain the man endured because he knew under the layers of false memories that the ministry had provided the man, there was a monster hidden. So until that monster reared its head Albi was only so happy to provide the punishment, slowly trying to coax him to remember, simple words, phrases in hopes to break through the powerful charm that blocked that day from Fredrick's memory.<br/><br/>As the charm did its work, Albiorix paced around the room, everything looked so, normal. So clean. Albi could not understand muggles need to be tidy and have everything in such pristine order. Albiorix slowly lifting up a wooden picture frame of a much younger Fredrick, he stared at the smiling man uncaring for a moment. He was standing outside along some street-... Albi pulled the picture up a little closer to his masked face as he eyed the background of the picture. Seeing a house just on the edge of the picture that looked very familiar. This causing Albiorix to turn back to the red-faced man as he brought the picture over to him, placing it a few inches in front of his strained face. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Look, look at the building just behind you to the right. Do you recognize that building?</span>" He asked, his eyes staring intently at the man as he answered in a strained, pain filled voice. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Y-Yes... it w-was always abandoned.</span>" He coughed, no doubt the Cruciatus curse squeezing the air out of his lungs, making it hard for him to breath. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">No, no it wasn't. Harrol Kane lived there.</span>" Albiorix pressed, trying to break through the memory charm as best he could. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">N-No... no one lived there... Please... Y-You must have the wrong person. J-Just kill me.. no more.</span>" The man begged as the Imperius curse began to wear off him. The man groaning in pain.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">No-</span>" Albiorix snapped out at him throwing the picture frame to the side as it crashed into the wall with a loud clatter. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I will not kill you until you remember <i>why I am killing you.</i> You do not get the easy way out. You did not provide Mr. Kane that luxury either.</span>" Albi glanced to the side as he tried to remember something from that day, before turning back to look Fredrick in the eyes. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I want you to think of that house, but think of it filled with a thick black smoke.</span>" Albiorix watched as he saw Fred's eyes begin to open wide as he began to struggle for words. Something was dawning on him. A crack in the block on his memory. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Harrol Kane, a pulsing black smoke, a small boy. DO YOU REMEMBER?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">No- nononono.</span>" The man began to panic, he was no longer forced, to tell the truth as the Imperio curse faded completely. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">That- you? You were the...?</span>" He tried to form the words through the pain, to which Albiorix waved his wand, subsiding the pain as he saw that the curse had done its job. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Yes, do you remember now? Do you remember what you did?</span>" Albiorix slowly stood up straight, looking down upon the elderly man. Fredrick sat completely still and silent for a few moments, his eyes cast down away from Albiorix's gaze. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Yes.</span>" He said defeated. To which Albioix wasn't sure whether to smile or scream with rage.<br/><br/>Albiorix's wand lifted with a quickness to point directly at the man's chest. He didn't say anything as he stood there like a statue, as cold and lifeless as one too. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Then you know what comes next, and why.</span>" Albiorix stated, not as a question. Slowly the man began to lift from his chair, floating upwards higher and higher as he began to yell in terror. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Put me down! Please! I didn't ask for any of this! I was young, I was stupid. You must <i>understand!</i></span>" The elderly man pleaded for his life as he wiggled like a cockroach stuck on his back in the air. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Do you think that he wanted to be strung up like a<i> doll </i>too? Do you think that he- that I asked for what you did to us? No, but you listened to a<i> whore's slander,</i> you followed her in her very literal witch hunt. You have no idea the force you awoke that day. Not just his, but now you face my own <i>wrath</i>.</span>"<br/><br/>He stared upwards at terrified man, taking in his fear as if it were some kind of sick fulfillment. Though the man's pleading words quickly turned sour as he realized there was no escaping his fate. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Her words were not wrong, you must see that now. You are a monster.</span>" He spat towards Albiorix. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I am only what you created, I am what <i>she</i> created. And in your final moments, I want you to think about their screams. I want you to know that <i>you were not the victim.</i> <i>AVADA KADAVRA.</i></span>" He shouted with every ounce of fury he could muster as a beam of green light erupted from his wand and connected with Fredrick's chest.<br/><br/>As the green glow faded the man fell to the floor with a solid thud, now laying lifeless atop his beige carpet. His eyes staring towards the white ceiling with a lost distance caught in their gaze. Albiorix stood there, rather uncaring of the life lost. He had lost his feelings towards death many many years ago. And this man deserved his fate, there was no doubt in Albiorix's mind. He just hoped that the flames of hell would provide a more appropriate punishment, one that Albiorix was not blind to knowing awaited him after death as well. But he still had six more names to clear off his list before that day came. Albiorix slowly went over to the body, pulling off a small silver ring that the man wore. A trophy.<br/><br/>And as Albiorix planned to leave, one of his own final words echoed in his head. "<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You were not the victim.</span></i>" Turning back to look at the man a moment before looking towards a blank white wall. There was still one more thing he needed to do. He needed to make the ministry very aware of their own injustice. Naming this killer, a victim. Only now was he the victim, a guilty victim. He pulled out his wand as he waved his wand this way and that, saying "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Sectumsempra.</span>" With each wave of his wand till in large rough words, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(166, 77, 255)">HE WAS NOT THE VICTIM</span>" was etched in the plaster wall. 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</div></div><br/>Satisfied, he quickly moved to depart the small home. He stepped out of the broken door at the front of the house, a few muggles walked along the street, eyeing the house with the broken door before looking to the strange masked figure stepping out. A few look terrified as he moved down the steps and paused at the base. His eyes looking to the clear sky, there was one sure fire way that he could get the ministry's attention in no time. So he raised his wand and pointed it skyward, uncaring for the muggles that watched him as he spoke a simple incantation. "<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Morsmordre.</span></i>" As a light green beam of light escaped his wand. The group of muggles gasped in fear as the sky overhead began to grow darker as strange green storm clouds gather overhead. Within moments a skull formed within those dark clouds, slowly opening its mouth as a low screaming howl floated through the now powerful wind, a cloudy snake sliding out of its maw. The dark mark had been summoned. And with that present, Albiorix apparated from the street, disappearing into thin air right in front of the muggles with a loud. '<i>CRACK</i>'.