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				<div align="center"><strong>October 31, 1981<br>Godric's Hollow &amp; Little Hangleton</strong></div><br>Wind whipped through the bare trees around the small village. Most had gone down for the night and were resting peacefully in their homes. All cozy and comfortable, sleeping away their nights and dreaming about what their day would be like the next morning. A few silly, little craved pumpkins glinted with candle light pouring through their mouths. The village had the feel of a place that had been left out of the modern world. All quiet and calm.<br><br>No one stirred to see who the cloaked figure walking down the street was. There were no foot prints in the dirt or leaves that surrounded the direction he'd come from. It was as if he'd appeared on the spot. A small child did see him from a bedroom window, but was told to leave the handsome stranger alone and go to bed by his parents. Most assumed him to be a friend of a family or a relative come early for the holidays. Even with his strange choice in clothing, most couldn't imagine a slightly aged, handsome gentleman like him to be of any danger. It was good for the village people to ignore him. He was more dangerous than they seemed to realize. He wasn't going to let even a child get in his way tonight. He was on a mission and intended on being victorious.<br><br>Finally, he came to a stop outside a little gate attached to a stone fence. Behind it was a walkway, but it seemed to lead to nothing. Just an empty lot. He pulled the hood from his head and pointed his wand at the ground next to him, "Is this it?" he snapped. Almost instantly a pudgy, scared looking boy in his mid-twenties popped onto the spot next to the tall man, "Is it?!"<br><br>"Ye...y-yes, My Lord..." he squeaked out.<br><br>A sick, cold smile crossed the tall man's face as a the empty lot flashed for a moment before revealing a simple, stone two-story house, "Wonderful," he sneered, "Be gone. I can handle this myself," he growled to the smaller male, who disappeared almost as quickly as he came. It had take him nearly a year to find this place. Dumbledore had hid them well, but now, even Dumbeldore's protection had failed. As much as he wanted to savor this moment, he also wanted it to go by as quickly as possible. The longer he took to do it, the more chances for failure. <br><br>Slowly, he pushed the gate open and headed up to the house. There was no reason for the parents to die, but he refused to leave till the child was dead. In fact, he'd even promised little Severus that he would keep the woman alive if possible. The woman was a talented witch for a Mudblood. Surely Severus could find a more suitable woman to keep him company, but if he really wanted to have a Mudblood for a pet, then he would 'try' to make it happen. After all, Severus was more than talented at potion making and spell creation, he deserved some sort of 'reward' for his service. If a pretty, little Mudblood was all he asked for, then it was the least the Dark Lord could do.<br><br>As he raised his wand to the door, he couldn't help the excited feeling that coursed through his body at the thought of destroying something that so many thought would grow to kill him. He was going to prove to them that he was not only the most powerful Dark Wizard in history, but the most powerful Wizard in history and that nothing would ever stop him. Not even death could stop him.<br><br>Without a word, a jet of red light flew from his wand tip and turned the wooden door to splinters. Pieces fell at his feet and he heard the sound of a child crying and feet running up stairs, "Run, Lily! Take Harry!" a masculine voice rang out as he stepped into the warm house, "Voldemort!" he growled, "<em>Avada</em>..." at least the man had some guts to not waste time with silly little spells and go straight for a real curse. Still, it was futile.<br><br>Voldemort was quicker, "<em>Avada Kedavra</em>," he snapped back before James Potter could utter the last word of the curse. With a flash of green light the dark haired man fell to the ground like a rock. His wand rolled from his dead fingers and Voldemort snapped it as he stepped on it. Just to show his frustration with having to search for these people for a year, he stepped on James' lifeless body as he headed for the stairs. <br><br>Not even half way up the stairs, he could hear the soft voice of Lily Potter trying to coo her crying child into silence. The nursery door blew open as he stood in front of it and the redheaded woman clutched her child tightly, "I'm here for the boy. Not you. Hand him over," he was a monster at heart, but he had promised Severus he would <em>try</em> to spare this girl.<br><br>"No!" she screamed, putting the baby into the crib before turning her wand on him, "I won't let you hurt my son!"<br><br>"Stand aside, you silly girl. You needn't die for this..."<br><br>"Kill me instead! I won't let you have my child!" she seemed smart enough not to try and cast a spell against him, but she stood between them, "Have mercy..."<br><br>Voldemort sighed a little. He could kill her. It would be easy. No. She needed to suffer for her insolence, "<em>Stupefy</em>," he called out and a moment later her body slumped to the floor after the spell hit her chest, "If Severus wants you, he can come get you himself..." he said softly as he stepped over her form and towards the crying one-year-old in the crib.<br><br><hr><br>Moment later, the cloaked man stepped from the house. The sound of the child inside had been silenced. He raised his wand high and a green jet shot from it. The clouds turned a toxic green and hazy. The swirled and formed into the shape of a skull, the jaw lowering slowly and a large snake slithered it's way out and knotted around itself. <br><br>Voldemort lowered his wand and pressed it against the same shape imprinted on his arm to let his Death Eaters know that he'd been victorious. <br><br>Now was the time for celebration. Time for the Death Eaters to reign supreme under his control. They would know where to meet him. At the graveyard where his father's bones lay. <br><br><div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091227193921/harrypotter/images/archive/6/6b/20091227194234!The_Dark_Mark_in_the_sky_over_the_Quidditch_World_Cup_campsite.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 21:40:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier - Time for some fun...</em></div><br><hr><br>Evan Rosier was ready to settle down for the night. He'd had a long day of helping one of the older Death Eaters get information from a Ministry worker. It had taken hours to get anything out of the pathetic man. When they got what they wanted, Evan had been left to 'clean up'. That was one of his favorite parts. Watching them squirm as he decided how to dispose of them. Sometimes they would even throw themselves at his feet and beg for mercy. Finally, he'd decided on his favorite way. Blowing them up. Sure it was messy, but it was so much fun seeing their faces just before they realized that pieces of their bodies were being torn apart by the blast of the spell. It was easy enough to clean up after that, but the feeling he got from seeing them fall to pieces was just short of amazing.<br><br>When he first felt the familiar, warm stinging sensation on his left forearm, he thought he was to be assigned another task for today. He was shocked to feel the 'excitement' that ran through him as the Dark Lord's feelings of victory washed through the Dark Mark and through his body. The dark haired wizard knew that Voldemort had intended on finding the Potter's tonight. Had he really done it? Had he outsmarted Dumbledore and found the Secret-Keeper? Apparently he had. <br><br>Eager to see what all their hard work had gotten them, Evan apparated quickly to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. Once there, he pulled the hood of his cloak up and covered his face with the bronze and silver colored Death Mask that he'd made for himself after receiving his Dark Mark several years ago. He was one of the few Death Eaters that had received his mark at a very young age.<br><br>It was well past midnight, but the graveyard had an eerie green glow about it. Not far from the grave of Tom Riddle was the body of a dead, old Muggle man. Possibly the care taker of Riddle House. It was unknown to Rosier, and probably many of the younger Death Eaters, why Lord Voldemort used this location...but it did make for a nice setting. Dark, cold, and out of the way. Not many came by here.<br><br>Seeing the Dark Lord himself sitting on the arms of the angle statue that stood over the grave of Tom Riddle, he walked over and bowed slightly, "My Lord..." Evan slowly removed his mask. It was only a matter of time before the others showed up. Once they did, he was sure Voldemort would explain what was to happen next. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 22:55:03</strong>
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				A shriek penetrated the dense silence of the foggy night, a marked testament to the ill deeds being worked in the name of vile desire hidden under the protective cloak of tenebrific malevolence. Two men, both wearing faces which showed experience and control strode cautiously through the fog, involuntarily shivering as the shriek ripped right through them. Turning, wands extended, the two ran off in the direction they believed the scream had came from. <br><br>It was an eerie run as the lights from the small town illuminated the fog various colors: whites, yellows, oranges, and a red. The red was especially disturbing as it almost looked like it was blood having stained the very moisture itself. Their footfalls were loud, announcing their haste to any who were awake before, after or during the cry. All remained silent, however, as the two ran. After a few minutes the men stopped, realizing they would not be able to find the source of the scream unless it happened again. Both stood attempting to peer through the dark fog, straining their eyes to use the little illumination in this part of the town to help them see. <br><br>The sound of movement nearly set both men off, wands jutting forward violently, words of power barely kept from slipping out and activating the magic. A swift movement many feet ahead, deeply dark, caught their attention. "What the bloody hell was that?" Remarked the slightly taller of the two. He gazed up where he thought he had seen the darkness move to but couldn't see anything. Shaking his head as if he had realized his mind was playing tricks on him, he again caught sight of the dark movement. <br><br>Davus, lurked high above on a roof looking down at the barely visible forms of the two men below, Auror's each. He and his wife were hunting the goodly folk below, the defenders of the Wizardry world. Smirking behind his mask, Davus aimed his wand, taking his time and spoke. "Acerbident!" <br><br>A bright fiery blast of energy shot forth from the Death Eaters wand, tinged with a brownish green hue at its core. The two men went bug eye and scrambled to escape the careening comet of fire. The blast was hot, loud, and bright, waking many from their sleep. The taller of the two stood up only to hear a female voice speak. "Acidusbasi!" The sultry voice hissed. <br><br>The man bent over in pain as he felt like he had been stabbed by a dozen or more needles. Groaning and wincing badly, his partner blocked another spell which was meant for him as the woman fired off another. Gemini flitted off to the side abandoning her former position just in case the unharmed wizard was good at targeting by sound. <br><br>Behind the two Auror's, several lights appeared as windows opened. One towns person shouted out into the night, "What is going on out there? It sounds like bloody world war two!" an elderly male voice shouted. <br>"Of course its not world war two you dolt!" shouted an elderly female voice.<br><br>Davus smirked at the comments, amused by the ignorance displayed by the couple. His form quickly disappeared into black smoke as he swooped down onto one of the Auror's, his fist becoming substantial and visible long enough to land a blow on the cheek of the Auror; the man fell over, losing his wand. His partner swung around on his heel firing a stupefy spell at Davus which would have hit if not for Gemini who stepped in to block the spell. <br><br>With a haughty laugh, she blasted the Auror away and disappeared into the fog. The one who had been slugged muttered a moment as he stood up, snatching up his wand and then put it at the ready. Both stood silent and waited, hearing only silence as their two adversaries had gone quiet.<br><br>Whispering to each other, the husband and wife playfully discussed how to end the Auror's. "The killing curse?" asked Gemini. Davus scoffed. <br>"No my dear. Not when we can have more fun with them."<br>Davus could tell his wife was pouting as she spoke to him, having memorized the tone of her voice when her, oh so edible, lips formed into that delicious pattern. "Aww. How about petrification then?" she offered. <br>"Excellent."<br><br>The two moved apart from one another and set into motion the end game for these two simpletons. Soaring overhead, Gemini shouted out the magical words for petrification twice in rapid succession. The first was blocked by the taller man but the second got by his defense, leaving him hard as stone. Davus shot off his own and caught the second one. With an upraised hand pointing down, Davus blasted the two with another of his favorite spell. <br><br>With the two nothing but ashes, Gemini and Davus went to embrace though were stopped short when their Dark Marks began stinging. They both closed their eyes as they felt the ecstasy exuded through the mark infusing into their very being. Voldemort was feeling quite high on his victory and it influenced them; both smiling dark smiles as his emotions worked throughout their bodies. <br><br>"Come my love, we must join our lord." Davus extended his hand out for his wife and with hands intertwined, they disappeared.<br>________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>The husband and wife duo appeared many feet away from where Voldemort sat upon the angel; to them it looked like the angel of death, the scythe a good reason to believe in this little unimportant fact. The sight of the Dark Lord so 'glowing' was exciting to see. This was a great night for evil. Gemini and Davus marveled at the rare sight, pleased beyond compare to be witness to this; honored to have been chosen as Death Eaters of the highest mark. <br><br>Slowly and reverently striding to Voldemort, the couple knelt one knee and slightly bowed their heads in unison before their master; their jet black cloaks slightly billowing out and away from them as they showed respect. They then stood and removed their gold embedded and silver embedded masks respectively. "My lord," both spoke in unison. Neither said anything to Evan, before or after they had genuflected before the Dark Lord fixated upon solely upon him. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 03:16:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Barty Crouch Jr</strong></span></div><hr><br>Bartemius Crouch, senior, was a rare sight at the dinner table these days. Bartemius Crouch, junior, enjoyed that fact, though it did make his mother impossible to be around. Tonight wasn’t an exception – his father hadn’t even bothered to firecall to say he would be late home. Winky had made his dinner and placed it at the head seat where it congealed slowly. <br><br>His mother stared at the empty chair, her food as untouched as his father’s. She was becoming thinner, Barty noted as he skewered a piece of beef with his fork. <br><br>The silence of the house was a crushing weight. It was almost as bad as when his father was in the room. It was the same every night. No conversation, no connection, just the awful silence. It would drive him insane, he knew it. He had been use to it as a child, but he had spent seven year in close quarters with dozens and dozens of other wizarding children at Hogwarts – had only just graduated a few months ago. He had learnt to dislike the silence very, very much.<br><br>The thought of moving out and taking residence elsewhere crossed his mind for the hundredth time, but if he left it would cause a scandal. Being his father’s son he was high on the theoretical Death Eater hit list, and moving out of his ancestral home would make him vulnerable. If he did move out, he would be watched from afar by Aurors, and if he didn’t get attacked people would become suspicious…<br><br>There was also the fact that he had to hear what his father said, if and when he showed up. There would be no way of knowing when his father was home if Barty wasn’t living under the same roof.<br><br>As stifling as it was, leaving was not an option. <br><br>He tried to ease it, and cleared his throat. His mother jumped and turned hazel eyes on him, not quite focused. “You should try the pie, mother. Winky’s cooking is stellar tonight.”<br><br>She blinked and nodded slightly. “Just as soon as your father sits down, Barty. I’m sure he’ll love it.”<br><br>“I think he’s too busy in the office to get back before it’s ruined.”<br><br>She looked at her plate. “Perhaps you’re right. He does very important work. We must respect that, Barty. The Ministry need him more than we do.”<br><br>He wondered if she thought she was like her, pining for his father’s presence. It was sickening to imagine it. He tried to swallow his bile before he responded, “I know mother. But don’t you think father would want you to eat?”<br><br>“I think… I think he will be pleased I waited. Eating alone is so… so heartbreaking.” <br><br>Barty blinked. “You’re not alone, mother.”<br><br>She smiled at him, sad and distant. “Darling, I meant your father. It is too much to ask that he works so long, so hard, and to be faced with a meal to be eaten alone.”<br><br>They stared at each other for a long moment, Barty trying hard not to lash out at her verbally, his mother’s smile fading until her usual, vacant expression returned. <br><br>His arm suddenly throbbed, his brand tingling with power. His Master was calling, and he was extraordinarily pleased. Barty tried not to twitch or clasp his arm. He drank a little of his wine and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I don’t feel like eating, either. Perhaps all three of us will have a late supper.”<br><br>“Oh Barty!” his mother exclaimed breathlessly, as if overjoyed he shared her desire to comfort his father. “What a marvellous idea! Winky!” The house-elf appeared with a crack and curtsied. “Winky, we will all be eating as soon as Barty comes home.”<br><br>“Yes Mistress,” squeaked the elf, and started to take the plate away.<br><br>Barty stood, the summoning pulse growing in strength. It almost hurt, now. “Mother, I am going to The Leaky Cauldron, I remember some friends have drinks there tonight.”<br><br>His mother nodded, still smiling happily. “Take care dear, London is thick with You-Know-Who’s supporters.”<br><br>“Yes, Mother.”<br><br>He turned and strode quickly through the large, ancient house, rushing to his room and fetching his Death Eater robes and mask from their hiding place. He hid them and bounded down the stairs, to the fireplace. <br><br>He Flooed to the pub, then walked out into Diagon Alley, not slowing until he reached Knockturn. From there, he apperated to just outside a disused farm on the North-West moors to put on his robe and mask before going to where the summons was urging him to. <br><br>He didn’t expect to be summoned to a graveyard, but he didn’t pause to look around. He was late, but wasn’t yet among the last to arrive. The others were unmasked. He took his usual position and knelt, bowing his head. “Master,” he murmured reverently before he rose, leaving his mask in place.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 07:28:42</strong>
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				Lucius Malfoy had just sat down to a menial dinner with his wife and child, the boy was banging again on his plate with the overly large spoon he had been given by his retched nanny who Lucius despised but he had no choice but to keep as he wanted to keep his wife somewhat happy with her life with him. So he agreed, reluctantly no matter how much he regretted it to keep the half blooded witch on until the boy was at least old enough to take care of himself. <br><br>"Will you stop that?" He groaned at his son, ready to snap if the clanking sound didn't end soon. "DRACO!" His voice came out in a shout and the boy jumped, his gray eyes turning to his father wide eyed with fear. "I said stop it and I mean now!" <br><br>He could feel Narcissa glaring at him for making a spectacle during dinner but the boy had gotten on his nerves. He ignored the glare of his wife and began pulling roast from the larger plate to his own and ate his food. After their long dinner where it ended with his son tossing food up into the air, Merlin only knew why they had bothered trying to let a barely one year old try to feed himself but the nanny had, he went up to his room and bathed to get the chunks out of his hair where the food had landed. <br><br>As he was relaxing in the water his mind turned to the task that his master would be undertaking tonight, he had known for a bit that the Dark Lord coveted the child from the prophecy though Lucius had no idea the contents, only that it spoke of a child who could bring about the lords doom. He had no doubt the lord would complete his task and he would be called to come and rejoice the lords victory. And rejoice he would. He had just gotten into bed, beside his wife who was already pretending to sleep when he felt the burning sensation. <br><br>He got up quietly and dressed himself, leaving his home he apparated to the destination, a grave yard and saw the others gathering as well. Lucius made his way towards them, standing before the dark lord himself. "My Lord." He bowed humbly presenting himself before the dark lord. "Have you been victorious in tonight's endeavors?"
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				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 18:44:35</strong>
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				"One Minute" the muggle's voice shouted as the doorbell rang for the second time. Just as the pale, worthless woman was about to open the door however, Bella kicked the door open, after silently casting 'Alohamora'.<br><br>"Boo!" She laughed, leaning against the door frame as the pale muggle's eyes lit up with terror. Her visage alone was enough to strike fear into the heart of the feeble filth-stained blood of the plain. Without asking permission she stepped into her house, murder being the underlying tone in her eyes. "Nice house." she remarked with a hiss.<br><br>The woman retreated, but Bella pursued her with the same persistence. "What do you want?" she asked. She was old and weak, Bella noted to herself, her teeth baring as her lips curved into a malicious grin. Her rags were those of a peasant, cheap and old, just like her. Bella had overheard her earlier that day using the Dark Lord's name in vain, bragging about her fearlessness, clicking her filthy tongue in gossip, with a misconception of how easily the Dark Lord, or even a Hogwarts first year could snap her fragile, uneducated bones with the flick of a wand. <br><br>"Just a friendly visit" Bella hissed, running her finger alone the overly clean mantle-piece in the woman's living room, putting emphasis on her articulation. Excitement glowed in her eyes as she finally turned to the woman who was shivering pathetically under her gaze. Bella snickered. "Rumour has it, that you can...'overpower' the Dark Lord" she said sarcastically.<br><br>"N-no! It isn't true!" She said, having realized just who Bella was. <br><br>"Of course it isn't dear" Bella comforted her, although she knew that this woman was a very long way from comfortable. "And yet, here I am, to set a few lies in order in the name of the Dark Lord and to assure that your disgusting tongue never moves another muscle..."<br><br>And finally, she snapped. The woman turned and tried to run, fear, panic, horror! Delightful for Bella, she loved chasing the weak and manipulating them. Her laugh was loud and roaring as she walked gracefully after the fleeing rat, retrieving her wand out of her cloak and saying simply, with one clear tone; "Cruciatus".<br><br>And to her most tolerable amusement, the woman fell and curled up in pain, screeching inaudibly, forced to bend to the power of the Dark Lord. "Tsk Tsk Tsk" she clicked her tongue, stepping ever closer to the crippled form of the woman on the floor at her feet, "Shouldn't have known better. Poor Harriet." Bella watched her writhe and squirm, and had no intention of breaking the curse, but her left forearm began burning with what felt like excitement. <br><br>Holding her wand firmly in her right hand, she lifted her arm and saw her mark glow strongly with victory and the smile that was firmly rooted to her face grew even more, if that was possible. She looked down at the meaningless muggle, and sighed. "Seems like we have to postpone our little endeavour"<br><br>She released the curse, leaned over her frail body and licked her cheek. "I'll decide what to do with you later" she sneered, getting up and lifting her cloak over her head, with which her mask suddenly appeared and covered her face. With one gigantic swing of her black cloak, her form evaporated into black sulphur as she apparated to the Graveyard where they were to meet, all that remained was the echo of her penetrating cackle.<br><br>She appeared in a cloud of black smoke by Tom Riddle's grave, and wandered effortlessly across the path, through the other graves towards the black figures gathered around her most victorious Dark Lord. Overjoyed and shrieking with laughter she joined the festivities, pushing past her fellow Death Eaters to bow before her Lord.<br><br>"My Lord." She grinned up at him with a most appraised glance in her face, stepping back and falling into line with the others.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 20:28:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>Voldemort was glad to see how quickly many of his loyal servants responded to his call. Those that were late would find that ignoring his call could be painful. The longer one waited to answer a call through his Mark would find the scar opening and bleeding till they showed up. A simple punishment for disobedience. Let's face it, he could do much worse to them than a little bleeding. <br><br>The sight of the dark clouds descending in streaks into the graveyard brought a cold smile to his face. First Rosier, the son of one of his oldest Death Eaters. Then the Gallimean pair, oh he loved when a pure-blood couple could work together so well for a good cause. Crouch Jr. was the next to arrive, the one whom could provide him with the most inside information from the Ministry and also one of the youngest among the group. Next was dear Lucius Malfoy, probably the most refined of the group and the only one with connections to nearly everyone. Lastly Bellatrix, probably his most loyal and the most loyal to the cause. These were some of his finest. <br><br>Each came before him, bowing in respect, and most asking if he'd been victorious. The best part was the way they ignored each other. Their eyes solely on him.<br><br>"<em>The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. … Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … </em>" he repeated what Severus Snape had told him almost two years ago. The Dark Wizard stood from the Angel of Death's arms and held his arms out wide, "I alone conquered the prophecy," sure there were likely other things that went into him actually finding the Potters, but he saw no reason to delve into that, "The <em>Child</em> has been silenced. The child born from the womb of a filthy Mudblood. The child who's parents denied our great cause now lay dead in their crumbling home...There is nothing left to stand in our way," he thought very highly of himself at the moment. Knowing there was a prophecy out there that had detailed his downfall and yet he still managed to rise above was an delightful feeling.<br><br>Looking along the line of his Death Eaters, he gave them each a cold smile, "Soon, very soon, Muggles will bow at your feet as you walk by. Magic will be torn from the hands of the filth that it has fallen into. Mudbloods and all like them will be given no mercy," he refused to see that humans and Wizards were of the same species. They were better and strong than simple humans, "The world will see us for what we are. Gods," he took a deep breath, "And I will be King of the Gods. Soon there will be no one left to challenge us. Soon we will tear down the very institution that dared to <em>teach</em> this filth that they are as good as us. We'll tear it down stone by stone if we must."<br><br>"<em>But!</em> for now, my most loyal, we will celebrate. Celebrate the power of magic and blood," raising his wand, he pointed it to a headstone not far from the one he stood on now. It was labeled <em>Thomas Riddle and Mary Riddle</em>, his grandparents. The stone blasted into thousands of pieces and a green fire burned on the bare ground.<br><br>With that, he called out to his not-so trusted Death Eaters. Sending them the mental message that they were being called to the celebration. They weren't as useful to him, but they still deserved to celebrate, "Now, my Death Eaters...this is Little Hangleton. Show this little village that Magic is Might! Remember. No mercy," as for himself, he walked back over to the Angel of Death statue and settled back onto it's arms, "Magic is Might," he repeated softly to himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 21:36:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier</em></div><br><hr><br>Evan wasn't too surprised when the others showed up and didn't acknowledge his presence, simply because he didn't do it himself. They were not here for each other. The only thing that brought them together was the scar on their left arms, pure-blood, and the man that stood before them. His father had been out of commission for several years, Evan was there to represent his whole family and their support to the cause.<br><br>The shriek of Bellatrix was unnerving. The woman was a harpy, in his opinion. A woman who's talents were great, but mental stability was something to be looked after. He could hardly believe her husband allowed her out alone with how easily she was set into outbursts. Still, she was a beautiful woman and nearly the perfect picture of what a pure-blood witch should be. Same for Gemini. If he'd been a little older, he would have tried to woo Gemini for himself years ago. Davus had beat him to the punch though. Evan had yet to find a pure-blood woman he considered suitable enough to marry. A woman like Gemini is what he hoped for.<br><br>The Dark Lord rose and expressed his success over the child that may have grown to defy him one day. It filled him with pride to know that he'd not only chosen the right side to ally himself with, but that nothing could stop them anymore. Not even Dumbledore could stop them. If the old man couldn't even protect a child from the Dark Lord, then how could he even hope to stop them now? Evan could see nothing for them to fear anymore.<br><br>When Voldemort set the grave on fire and told them that tonight was for celebration, he smiled. One of his favorite things to do was to find pretty Muggles and make them do whatever he told them to. Who didn't enjoy having someone serving them? Evan rose to his feet and walked over to the green fire, basking for a few moments in it's warmth and splendor. He knew it was wrong, but sometimes he couldn't take his eyes off Gemini. She lacked Bella's mental instability and that made her perfect in his eyes. Pure-blooded, beautiful, talented, and strong willed. <br><br>Evan needed something to take his mind off those thoughts. It would do no good for him to start something within the group. The Dark Lord would never approve of him trying to steal away Davus' wife. Instead, he pulled his wand out and started for the village in hopes of being the first to wake the Muggles from their slumber. He wasted no time in walking down the dirt path from the graveyard and setting fire to the first house he came across. Unfortunately, it appeared to be abandoned. Old and crumbling before he even set fire to it. A dirty, old, wooden sign near the fence said 'Gaunt'. It meant nothing to him as he moved on further down the path.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br><hr><br>The Ackerly family was doing much the same as the Crouch family. Though instead of one of them being at work, all three of them sat around the table. Father at the head of the table, wife to his right, and daughter to his left. Lavender pecked meekly at her roasted hen. They were wealthy enough to afford a decent sized home and good food, but not to afford a House Elf or and kind of Maid to do the cooking and cleaning for them. That was Mrs. Ackerly's job. Lavender's job was to find a good husband and try to make up for being a failure in school. So far she'd done neither of those.<br><br>"Did you speak with that young man your father sent to the shop today?" her mother's other job was to hen peck Lavender to death.<br><br>She just stared down at her food and shook her head, "He wasn't a 'young' man, Mother. He was nearly twice my age."<br><br>"He was willing to talk with you, Lavender. He is the Assistant to the Head Potioneer at the Ministry. I'll send him again tomorrow and say that you were sick today," her father snapped, "You're much too old to not be married."<br><br>"Yes, Father," she said softly, knowing it was useless to try and fight with something like this.<br><br>"Good. Now eat your food and be happy that anyone is willing to consider courting you," he snapped once more.<br><br>"Yes, Father. I know, Father," she nearly mocked and went about picking at her food again.<br><br>She was partly through her food when she felt a sharp pain in the side of her head. Lavender had to fight to keep the feeling from causing her eyes to roll back and pass out on the table. She hated these things. Surely there was a better way to contact them than to send shooting pains through their temples. Then again, if there was a less painful way to do it, she was sure he would never chose that option, "May I be excused for the night? I'm tired."<br><br>Bother her parents looked up at her for a moment, "No. Finish your food, then you may go to bed," Father's word was law in this house, but the pain shot through her head again.<br><br>"Please, Father. I'm full. It would be best for me not to eat too much. Mother said the other day that it looks like I've gained some weight. It would be best if I didn't finish. Right, Mother?" Father's word was law, but Mother was the one in charge of the family's appearance to the public. Her mother nodded a little, "See. May I go?" with a sigh, her father allowed it and she quickly ran up to her bedroom before apparating to the location that had flashed through her mind.<br><br>Lavender wasn't a good Death Eater. She wasn't smart enough or maybe not strong enough to be allowed a Mark. Instead she was left to sit back and do meager things for the cause. She appeared behind a row of gravestones and watched as the Dark Lord gave his orders for them to have their way with the little village. Lavender wasn't normally a loud or spontaneous person, but being around the Death Eaters for a celebration was certainly an experience. She'd seen things that people her age shouldn't at these things. It was...exciting...to be apart of it.<br><br>She slipped closer to the group of Marked Death Eaters and kept her back pressed to a tall headstone. Watching to see what the other Death Eaters would do. She saw Rosier already head for the village. Likely to find alcohol and some Muggle girl to toy with. She saw Barty, one of the few Death Eaters younger than herself. He was handsome and obviously talented. Probably the kind of wizard her parents would like to see her married to. But no, he wasn't really her type. Lavender wasn't sure what her 'type' was.
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				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 21:53:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>I live my life in misery i sacrifice to hold you... no breath left inside of me... shattered glass keeps falling... say say goodnight just sleep tight... say goodnight...</em>- bullet for my valentine<br><br>The slow movements of the young woman was something that many wouldn't have expected from her seeming flexible and bendable body, but here she was as sly as the snake which she wanted upon her wrist following each order which was given to her. The woman was livid with rage at how she was always stuck doing smaller things, but she didn't mind to much her specialty had been persuasion for years just to keep the blood which boiled withing her veins calm. Shoving her hands into her pocket as she slid down the dark nights street the young woman licked her lips wondering if there was any reason for her to not return to her home for the night. She had done her mission and left the fool in a transfixed state he wouldn't remember in the morning. She'd hoped to be able to kill the annoying pest, but that had not been her orders only to get the information for now.<br><br>As she looked up at the night sky about to ask it what to do the sign she had needed appeared, but in more of her liking then not. She large skull with a snake roaring out of its mouth appeared and a wide smirk appeared upon her unusually pale lips. Dancing carefully in the the streets of the small town humming happily, yet insanely she took off into the night to where she knew she would be needed. As she reached the area she noticed many whom she knew; Evan, Bellatrix, Lavender, Lucius, Davus and dear Gemini were there amongst them. Some made her smile to see other though others made her want to roll her tongue out and hiss at them, but of course she kept her calm. <br><br>Looking upon her lord the young woman gave her most innocent, but dark smile she could muster at this time, "My lord..." She said calmly and then backed up some as he began to speak listening intently. She felt her heart skip a beat at the fact that the boy was dead and the useless family disposed of. It was sickening to have those kind of people around for god's sake she would have had them all extinguished, but soon they would be or at least they would be taken command of like they pettly deserved. Feeling for now though just like a giddly little school girl the young woman of 20 let herself rejoice only inwards.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 22:09:11</strong>
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				Bellatrix listened to the Dark Lord as if her life were his for the taking. Her admiration shone in her eyes as he spoke the only truth that she were ever to accept. She felt strongly for him, he was her maker, if he told her to die, she would die, if he told her to kill, she killed; no matter who the victim were to be, even her husband wasn't worth her loyalty to the Dark Lord. After all, he was the one that saved her from her sad, decremental life when she first arrived at Hogwarts. <br><br>As he announced the death of the mudblood child, a twisted laugh rumbled through her. It made her look completely insane in the way that her mouth curled into a sneer while her body vibrated with the sensation of laughter. When he commanded them to celebrate his victory by showing their magical pure-blood force and unleash it upon the village, she stayed behind for a short moment, bowing at his feet, ready to kiss the back of his hand if he wished it.<br><br>"My Lord, your victory is ferocious, yet did not come unexpected" She grinned, hesitating a moment. "I must however, take a short break from the celebration before I join the Death Eaters in our feast to tell you of a Muggle woman that I came across today, who's filth is unexplainable by words alone."<br><br>Bella remained on her knee's, bowed before him through the entire confrontation. "Harriet Bogarth, an employee in the muggle-world governmental office as a secretary, was rowing her stained tongue against you my Lord, and I rushed here in cause of celebration whilst I was putting her in place. I need your permission to eradicate her, or rip her bragging tongue from her to send a message to those who defy you my Lord." <br><br>She remained low, in patient obedience. She knew that there was a time for everything, but she hadn't finished her punishment of the woman, and if it wasn't complete, this weak human could whack her tongue all the more to the higher authorities of the muggle world while Bella was absent from her. She would celebrate tonight, but she would put an end to her poison before the morning broke if the Dark Lord allowed it. Although she guessed that right now, he was more inclined to blast her with a curse for staining his moment of bliss, Bella knew that she would rather have that than withhold possibly important information from her Lord. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 23:04:46</strong>
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				Barty listened mutely as Voldemort spoke, quoting a prophesy he’d never heard but knew a little about, telling of his… it was hardly a victory, against a baby, more like disposal. It stirred warring emotions, discomfort over the killing of a thing so helpless and joy that his master had been wise enough to attack before the child could mature into a true threat.<br><br>He glanced around the circle, not seeing anyone else show much reaction but savage jubilation. <br><br>His Master continued his speech, of how muggles would cower and show respect, as they should. The rush of excitement that promise brought erased the lingering regret over the death of a child – it had to be done. The images the Dark Lord described almost made him groan with desire, especially when he thought of tearing away everything his father so loved.<br><br>When Voldemort blasted a tombstone to pieces, Barty couldn’t contain a whoop of exhilaration, revelling in the power that his pure blood carried. This, <em>this</em> was what he had been seduced by, the promise that he might use the magic in him, show the world his power that the Ministry would have him hide.<br><br><em>Magic is might.</em><br><br>Death Eaters scattered into the night, ready to hunt. Bellatrix lingered, seeking their Master’s attention. More Death Eaters were arriving, those not so trusted. Barty was glad he hadn’t removed his mask. <br><br>He drew his wand and turned towards the village, his heart bounding in his chest. A child was distasteful prey, but muggles were filth, dangerous in their numbers. They must be culled, thinned, so their threat was laughable. Why not enjoy the task?<br><br>And he did so love how they screamed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 01:40:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>The Dark Lord watched as a few more dark streaks of clouds descended on the graveyard. The lower ranks were arriving, so would be some late Marked Death Eaters, and then the Loyalists would start to appear as the word spread. This would be a night that not only the Wizarding World remembered, but that the Muggles would as well. A whole village of Muggles would be found in disarray, many would likely be dead. He intended on taking down Riddle House himself. To destroy any history of his Muggle father with his own two hands. Just as he'd killed his filthy Muggle father and Grandparents so many years ago...though most were under the impression that Morphin Gaunt had been the killer. Voldemort's own Wizard uncle. Not that he would consider such a scum family even with wizard blood in them.<br><br>He watched, silently, as Rosier made his way off. That boy was just like his father. Cold, cruel, and fueled by lust. He'd never understood the emotion of lust. Rutting around like an animal was no way for a wizard to act, but so many liked doing it. He could hardly punish them for having lesser urges. So long as they didn't procreate with Muggles or other Species (such as Giants, vampires, and Veela), he could forgive them for lust.<br><br>Speaking of lust, Bellatrix came forth. Bowing deeply at his feet. The woman was strange. She obviously had little to no love for her husband. Voldemort could respect that. At least she was willing to marry for the sake of possibly one day baring a pure-blood child. Still, the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice when she came before him was a little unnerving. She was his most loyal servant. He could clearly remember the night he'd given her the Dark Mark. Most screamed or cried a little at the pain of it being burned into their skin, then scurried off to clean the wound. No. Bellatrix did none of that. She bore her arm to him more than willingly and shrieked with joy when the mark was burned into her flesh. He vividly remembered her pink tongue lapping up the blood that seeped from her wound as if trying to keep every pure drop of her own blood within herself. His feelings for Bella were about as close as he could get to feeling 'affection'. No love or lust for the woman, but he would certainly avenge her death should someone take her life. Not many others would have the same attention from him.<br><br>Hearing information that a Muggle of all people was talking in such a way about him was almost rage inducing. Not many of the Muggle world knew his name, yet, but many in the government section of the Muggle world surely did. No. This would not due at all. That woman needed to be punished. And, of course, who better to do it than Bella? <br><br>Bellatrix was so loyal that he was willing to reward her, "Bring the wretch here. We will kill her together," that was the biggest honor he could really give and Bella was one of the few that would be given such a treat, "Why waste a night of celebration hunting down a pathetic Muggle and not be able to enjoy it? Bring her here. We'll show her why Magic is Might."<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br><hr><br>Little Hangleton was no place for a man like Bastien Bagnold. If anyone were to see him here, they would surely report it and that would be the end of his mother's career. Not only that, but he would likely end up in Azkaban. Azkaban was also no place for a man like Bastien. He was high society. Born and raised to be 'stuck up'.&nbsp; No one that knew him would imagine him running around a small, dirty place like Little Hangleton. It was simply out of the question.<br><br>That's why he was wrapped up in a cloak with a simple, black mask over his face. Nothing as beautiful or intricate as the Death Eater masks, but enough to hide his identity. The only reason he was even here was to see if the rumors already flying around were true. Having family so high up in the ministry gave him access to information before even his mother knew about it. The rumor was that a wizarding family in Godric's Hollow had been attacked. It didn't take long for the family to be confirmed as the Potters. The very ones he knew the Dark Lord had been after. The father and child had been reported as dead. The mother had been stupified and was being held at St. Mungos for recovery.<br><br>He'd been told, only through his messengers, that Little Hangleton was to be the meeting place if things like this happened. Not being a Death Eater, he was not privileged enough for a Mark or even being mentally called. Bastien was sure others would come, but only when word of the Potter's death got out.<br><br>Wand out, he walked along the village streets silently. He saw a house go up in flames and knew that it had to be one of the Death Eaters. They were here. That meant it was true. The Dark Lord had been victorious. While Bastien wasn't much interested in having blood on his hands, he did want to revel in the celebration. Soon he wouldn't have to hide his loyalty anymore. Soon Voldemort would be in complete control and he wouldn't have to hide behind messengers anymore.<br><br>Bastien hid as he saw someone coming down from the graveyard. It was Evan Rosier. The man pointed his wand at a house door and blew it open. Idiot. Alerting the whole village with such noise. Hopefully, some of the others had a little more common sense than that. He waited till the dark haired wizard passed him by before slipping back out into the streets. While he didn't believe in such theatrics as Rosier did, he couldn't help himself from having a little fun while hidden behind his mask and cloak. Raising his wand, he aimed at a Muggle who had appeared out of the house Rosier had blown open, "<em>Imperio</em>," he called out. The Muggle's body went a little limp, "Go back inside and go to sleep," the Muggle did as he was told. At least that would save them some time for Rosier's over excited behavior.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 01:56:25</strong>
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				As the other esteemed Death Eaters made their entrance and way to their Dark Lord, Gemini and Davus continued to ignore the others. They were sociable, enough, around the others and so it wasn't rudeness. Rosier and them were alike, they had come for Voldemort not to socialize. <br><br>While the Dark Lord spoke, they stayed silent and very observant to all of his mannerisms; speech, hand movements, gestures, and so forth. His power wasn't the only thing which attracted them, it was his personality. Voldemort was a very distinct and unique individual and was quite intriguing to observe. Then added to that was his singular ability to manipulate magic to his whim and his astonishing ability to use many forms of magic with merely the wave of his hand. For spell creators like them, this single aspect was probably the most enthralling. It constantly bewildered their comprehension of magic, endlessly teasing them. How did he do it? Neither had yet come to accept that he probably would never tell them, if he even could; for all they knew Voldemort didn't even know the logistics, instead just knew that he could do it. <br><br>When Voldemort blew up the headstone, the two smiled deeply. It was a simple gesture, yet more symbolic than others knew; while they didn't know the details they knew it had to mean something. Voldemort didn't just do things, he didn't seem the impulsive type. He always had a reason, or so they thought at least. <br><br>As he shouted, 'Magic is Might!", so too did they echo it after he had finished. With exultation evident in their young sharp beautiful faces, the couple rematerialized their masks and raised their wands upwards to Voldemort, bowing their heads in respect, then turned to march on the village beneath them. <br><br>Gemini had noticed Rosier's glance, but had paid no attention to it beyond the notice that it caught. She was well aware of her beauty, having been courted by countless men during her unmarried years. It was no surprise that she still turned heads and or eyes, as the case may have been, even while married. She was secure in the knowledge that she would not be hounded, and if she was, Davus would assuage the discomfort; on one occasion he had personally dealt out his jealous protectiveness upon an unfortunate man who had stepped to far.<br><br>Davus walked alongside his wife, arm intertwined with hers, thoughts on what he would do to the first muggle not already claimed by the other Death Eaters. Since Voldemort was feeling merciless this night, that meant he couldn't simply capture one, though it didn't mean he couldn't have fun before the muggle had to die. <br>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Down in the village, Davus smirked at the fire Rosier had started. Nothing like fire to get simple minded people panicking. While not a Pyro like another certain Death Eater, Davus did enjoy the delights fire had to offer. His favorite spell, was fire; Acerbident. Much like a Dragon, Davus would release it to rain down destruction. However, this time around the couple decided to be devious instead of forth coming with their wrath on behalf of Voldemort. <br><br>Swiftly changing their clothing and removing their masks, also altering their faces a bit, they darted into a large building they assumed was an inn and began behaving much like a frightened muggle would. "There is a crazy man out there! He is using fire to burn!" Gemini squeaked in her best imitation of a fearful young woman. Several muggle men stood up alarmed and took hold of their shotguns. Davus and Gemini understood what a gun was due to their time infiltrating muggle society and thus knew to be careful around gun toting muggles. <br><br>Davus stepped aside as the three muggles ran to the door. With a grin to his wife, they turned to face the men's backs and one by one, Gemini hit them with her signature spell, leaving them heaps of groaning and writhing flesh. Davus grabbed their guns and then threw them into the street for the other Death Eaters to pick off. He destroyed the weapons then he and Gemini continued on into the rest of the inn to find the other muggles who were less dangerous.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 02:04:55</strong>
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				"This is a glorious day my lord!" Lucius beamed as he heard the boy had been dispatched of and there was no longer a threat to them. Lucius had never been one to join in on the raping of the muggle women, he would never allow himself to let his body touch such filth but he would most definitely make them fear the word wizard. He bowed low as Voldemort blasted the gravestone, his eyes dancing with malice and pleasure. "Thank you for the celebration my lord, You are a most kind master." He grinned as he turned and graciously looked at the others.<br><br>Lucius saw his sister in law as she spoke to the dark lord. She was a strange one, that Bellatrix but Lucius loved her as close as he could love anyone other then Narcissa, in other words if anyone should hurt her he would be there to protect her. She was family, as she was also a death eater. "Bellatrix." He nodded his head to her before he left the graveyard to join the celebration. As he approached the first house he spotted more death eaters entering homes. A fire erupted and Lucius grinned, yes magic was might and they would definitely be proving this tonight. <br><br>He walked towards a house when the inhabitants came out and froze, looking at him fearfully as the woman clutched a small child to her breast. "P....please, please help us." The woman pleaded with him and Lucius clicked his tongue, shaking his head. <br><br>"If it was help you were looking for you should have asked someone else." He said coldly and pointed his wand at them. "Leviocorpus!" He shouted sending the entire family into the air, lauging madly at the sight and their screams.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 02:27:53</strong>
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				<strong>August Gaust</strong><br><br>A gun metal gray snake slithered across a well maintained bed of white cloth, skillfully navigating the folds of the wrinkled material. It was so careful that it barely left its mark as it passed over the bed and down onto the ground towards a still dressing woman. August slipped on her shirt over a simple bra, then went to grab her pants. Instead of easily lifting it off the ground she felt resistance and found Kel partially across it. <br><br>Speaking to it, her normally beautiful voice instead hissed and slithered out words. The Black Mamba pulled away allowing her to put her legs in and pull up the pants to settle on her waist. Taking a seat on the ground she reached out and stroked the scaly smooth skin of the very long snake. Kel was very large even for a Mamba, one foot short of the record holding fifteen footer encountered in Africa. The snake almost seemed to purr as it coiled up and stroked its head against her hand. <br><br>Jerking, her hand unintentionally hitting Kel, August gritted her teeth as she felt the pain of the Dark Lords summons. She still hadn't gotten used to his way of calling his faithful, but didn't dare complain. Standing and apologizing to her prized pet, she called Kel to her. The Mamba snaked its way easily up her body and wrapped all of its fourteen foot length around her upper body; despite being so large it only weighed three point four pounds and thus August barely felt Kel pressed against her. <br>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Arriving just in time to see the remnants of the green glow and Voldemort's final words, August took up position near a headstone pulling her black robes closely to fend off the soft chill of the night. Kel's head peeked out of the many folds and peered out at Voldemort. Sometimes she wondered if her snake admired Voldemort; it knew Voldemort could speak to its own kind. <br><br>Then her eyes were caught by the sight of her two desires; Gemini and Bellatrix. One was sane, intensely beautiful, and the other was mental, and beatiful in the most dangerous of ways. Immediately she felt her heart skip a beat, but fought to keep the thoughts at bay; she had to show respect to Voldemort. He was not very merciful in a situation like this, so she thought. August wasn't willing to incite his anger in any situation in the first place. <br><br>Forcing her eyes to avert from the two women, she looked back to Voldemort and listened to his last remaining words and then patiently waited for the marked Death Eaters to go first. They would be the first to act, she would be last. August was careful to avoid eye contact with the chosen men and women as they passed, unwilling to draw any of their attention in this heated a moment. When they all had passed she would look for Gemini and Davus or Bellatrix to follow behind, if she could even find them; she knew the couple were good at blending in should they choose to do so. Bella on the other hand was easy to find, her cackling maniacal laughter was like a fog horn during even the densest of fog. 
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				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 03:07:18</strong>
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				Bella's face lit up in the most twisted grin she could muster as the Dark Lord gave her the one thing she desired more than her own life; a chance to kill side by side with him. She had done so before, but always on account of an order. It filled her with pride that she was able to report such incidents immediately and help him claim his rightful throne. She took one great low bow, "As you wish...my Lord", and rose from the ground to go hunt the damned filthy muggle that dare to insult her Lord. <br><br>Turning from him with a cackle she walked away from him, spotting August staring at her. With her evil grin still in tact, she past her. Just as she was shoulder to shoulder with August she remarked coldly, but with excitement in her tone; "August" with a nod. As she walked, her figure began evaporating into nothing but black smoke, laughing menacingly into the burningly chaotic night. <br><br>--<br><br>She appeared where she had disappeared not too long ago, in the house of Harriet Bogarth, the secretary of the muggle government, but the house was pitch black. Just as suspected, the weakling had fled. And what better place to hide than exactly where you'd think no one would look? Bella knew the governmental building had contacts with the Ministry of Magic, and was therefore cut off from apparation, but the fireplace would do. She grabbed Floo power from within her cloak-pocket, and stepped into the fireplace, throwing the powder to her feet and imagining the desired destination. She felt the suction of the fireplace, the tension on her body as if she was being slung down by a snake, but she enjoyed that feeling. She shot out of the fireplace at the Governmental building, and walked straight to the secretary's office. Darkness. Bella smiled. <br><br>"Harriet" she sang softly, gracefully strolling around the dark office. "I know you're here. I don't want to hurt you, we just want to talk." She spoke gently, looking around suspiciously as she did for any sign of movement. She stepped around the desk, nothing. Sighing, she continued to prance around the office.<br><br>"Come now Harriet, you don't want this to get ugly now do you?" She asked softly, she could almost smell the filth of muggle blood in the stale, thick air. She spun around quickly.<br>"Reducto!" She shouted, pointing her wand at the door and it instantly blew to shreds. A gasp. Bella chuckled darkly, knowing exactly where she was. She spun on her heels and walked towards the window. "It's time you own up to your mistakes Harriet, the Dark Lord demands it."<br><br>She stopped once she reached the window, and smiled at the darkness of the night beyond it. Then she turned ninety degrees to her right, very slowly. "You know I will find you..." she looked straight at the closet now in front of her, pointing her wand at it. "Don't you Harriet?" A pause followed by a considerable silence.<br><br>"Crucio!" She shouted hysterically, hearing a thud beyond the doors of the closet and a laugh filled the silent room. Slowly, opening the doors fully she stared at the limp, writhing body of Harriet Bogarth. "Too easy Harriet, us pure-bloods require more creative ways to conceal ourselves. Imperio!"<br><br>Harriet's body went rigid. Bella smiled peacefully down at her, when her expression suddenly became severe. "Get up you filth." and she did. "Fireplace." she pointed with her wand, and Harriet complied. Using the floo network, they arrived back at Harriet Bogarth's place, but as soon as they did, Bella grabbed her arm and apparated straight back to the graveyard. <br><br>"Go kneel before the Dark Lord and confess your sins muggle." She spat at her, sniggering lightly to her own amusement as the willing body of the muggle did everything she ordered without complaint. Bella alligned herself with Harriet, and bowed before Voldemort. "My Lord, this is she, the scum." she announced, as Harriet kneeled before the Dark Lord and told him what she had been telling everyone else.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 03:53:12</strong>
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				Barty strode down the main road of the village, the air already heavy with smoke and resonating with screams and spell blasts. He wondered how long it would take for the Ministry to notice their attack – were there any wizarding families to alert them?<br><br>He did his best to keep his glee contained, so he would notice as soon as possible when their party got crashed, but he wasn’t about to let himself miss out on the revels. <br><br>Which house... which house...&nbsp; A childish rhyme popped into his head, something he was sure suited Bellatrix more, but it was means enough to help him decide what house to visit. He turned slowly on the spot, his tone sing-song and soft, “With blood and bone, wand and stone, this one shall be mine.”<br><br>The house he was facing was just as ratty looking as the rest. So long as there was someone inside, he didn’t care. “Alohamora,” he murmured, pointing his wand at the lock. It opened, obedient to his will. He entered the muggle’s home, wand extended before him.<br><br>He could hear something, a conversation. No, no, a teel-i-vish-oom, a box of light and sound that showed stories of both fiction and fact. He moved towards the room, enjoying the stealth. <br><br>“Where’s that draft coming from?” complained a woman’s voice. There was a masculine grunt. “Did you leave a window open, Shaun? Wasting all the heat...” There was another grunt.<br><br>Barty stepped into the doorway and wordlessly cast the full body-bind curse on the couple before they could do more than turn to look at him. He smiled as they froze in place. “Good evening,” he said silkily. “Tonight will be the very last of your life.” He let the idea sink in – it was difficult to tell when that would be, given they couldn’t even blink. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 06:53:44</strong>
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				<em>Her breath caressed against his lips, it felt like hours of them standing there, him hovered over her; why wouldn’t he kiss her already? Didn’t he know how this made her feel? He had to of known, or else he would be touching her, but he wasn’t; he was moving his hands around her, touching his heat against hers, but he wasn’t really touching </em>her<em>. Well, if he wasn’t going to touch her, then she’d touch him instead. Ah~, his shirt was missing, such easy access; no matter how many times she saw him shirtless, or felt his bare skin, it always felt like the first time, the feeling it gave her just as intense. Her hands traveled down his abdomen, over that nice little curve in men’s pelvis that lead to their privets, like the yellow brick road. However, this feeling was new, generally he kept his jeans on—he was bare! And she was going to look! Before she could, he finally touched her, warping his arm around her body, and pulled her to his tight chest. Embracing her tightly, she melted into the hug, she was now able to tell he was indeed nude from head to toe, and she was too. Oh, it felt nice~, when have they ever embraced without one article of clothing? Well, never, actually, for he was too old when she was born, so she didn’t get to have baths with him, like some siblings did, and though he had given her a bath—just a few days ago, actually—he always wore clothes. And if she was crafty, and tried to join him in his baths, he was already done—the mountain brute only took five minute baths; only half the time it took for her to undress from her nickers and bindings that made her so pretty.<br><br>But damn, was this good, it sort of made her want to stay nude all day, so she could be ready for his bath times. Mmm~ he was so tall, she couldn’t tell with all his bulging muscles, but she was sure the hottest one was the muscle she had been coveting for such a long time. She was eighteen now, it was right, maybe four or five more years she’d be fully developed, but until then, she was doing a good job at looking like a grown woman. She wrapped her arms around to his back, dragging her nails down his flesh; they were so close now, never before could she feel his soft brown chest hair against her own silky smooth chest. She wanted to kiss his bare flesh, and she did, standing on the tips of her toes to reach his rugged jaw. She begged for him to kiss her, like he always did; why was he teasing her so much?<br><br>She seemed to float as gravity turned, laying her on her back, and he was on top of her; she knew this position, and she didn’t hesitate to spread her legs. But that didn’t help any, as he chose to use his long arms and legs to hover over her, without touching. Oh, she was dizzy, was this really happening? Finally after all these years? Did he want her too; now that he can see that she was just like any other woman, dare she say, better? Ah! She wants this, he might have been hovering over her, but her thighs still nestled his hips, and the very tip of her nipples still bent against his chest; he just needed to lower his hips, lower it only a little, and she’d be able to feel him—she knew it was there, the heat was radiating from above. He left her speechless, she couldn’t talk, she couldn’t say anything, not with him over her like this. It was set, once he lowered himself over her completely; cures his tall form, for her pelvis was now leveled with his abdomen, but that let them be face to face. She could gaze into his honey hazel eyes now, eyes that was looking at her in ways only she saw in her dreams; he was loving her with his eyes, loving her like a woman, and not his cute little sister. He leaned down and finally connected his lips with hers; his earthy taste wasn’t new, but it always felt like electricity. She was rubbing against him now, even if it was his abdomen, she wanted to feel the friction of him, and his kiss was making her delirious.</em><br><br>Everything suddenly faded to black, as if she was passing out, but then she started to gain that common sense, that feeling that made one go ‘Oh, I was sleeping’. Elvira screamed, such an ugly face was in her vision; rusted metal that glowed in the moonlight. She thrashed once the figure gripped her bare shoulder, she always slept in the buff, and she cursed herself for making such easy access; already thinking the worst. But the mask was moved, and the face of her confused brother looked down upon her.<br><br>“Are you having a nightmare?” Alvira asked his little sister, going to caress her redden face with concern creasing his brow.<br><br>“Not until you’ve woken me up.” Elvira told, a little peeved that he roused her from such a pleasant dream. “What are you doing, coming in here like that? Do you wish for me to die young?” He nearly gave her a heart attack, with that horrid mask and those dark robes; what the hell was he up to so late at night.<br><br>“Of course I don’t.” Alvira said with hurt feelings. “I’m in uniform, I’ve come to take you with me.” His face then fell into a serious one, noticing the burning, that was more like an itch for him.<br><br>Her eyes lit up, he never takes her anywhere at night; oh, and there were so many night lounges she wanted to attend right now that must be bursting with witches and wizards who loved a good mingle. Her face then mimicked his serious one as she gaze up at him, “Are you going to go do something bad?” She asked, though childlike curiosity showed that she actually enjoyed the thought. He wasn’t exactly dressed in any clothes that said he was going to do something nice.<br><br>“Possibly, though I’ll need you to come, now.” Alvari said, and placed his mask back on; not before giving her body a once over, Elvira happily noted.<br><br>Elvira threw her legs over the bed—Alvira backed up—and she stood from the bed, in all her nude glory. “Just… allow me get dressed.” Elvira said in what she hoped was a sultry voice; she did just wake up. She sauntered from her pink clad room, and to the door that housed her porcelain bathroom; pausing to only look back at him, she saw him looking her way. Turning, she shuddered, why’d he have to put the mask back on, it creeped her out to see such a looming figure standing in her bedroom in the dark, but it was slightly hot to know it was her dear Al under such a terrifying mask.<br><br>“Didn’t you take a shower before you went to bed?” Alvira questioned.<br><br>“Yes, but it was hot this night, and I got all sweaty.” Elvira smirked, she did indeed.<br><br>Alvira’s eyes narrowed, “Don’t take too long.” His voice breath against the mask. Alvira watched his sister sashay into her bathroom, he wasn’t watching her body for any sexual gratification, he was watching her because she was completely naked, hair wrapped and all; meaning he’d have to wait for her to gussy up herself, which could take days, if he let her have her way. Damn, that itch was starting to get annoying.<br><br>“What. the. <strong>heeell</strong>~?” Alvira shouted, his deep voice rumbling though out the dainty pink room, it was a good thirty minutes, and he could still hear her shower running.<br><br>The shower cut off, and out merged his sister, who was clad in a pink sheath dress (http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww359/sksault/Shopping/61181872-01.jpg), and her hair in a single long French braid. Her makeup was done, quite extravagantly while staying natural, well, as much natural as a fuschia tone could be; it was all very impressive for her to do in such a short amount of time—short amount for her, rather. The hell was she doing in there with the shower running if she was dressed? Her feet was bare, and she walked over to another door, where she opened it to show a closet occupied with rows of nothing but shoes—heels. She placed one hand on her hip, and the other poked its pinky between her straight white teeth. She clicked her tongue and tapped her foot as her eyes flashed over all the pink shoes; all of her clothes weren’t pink, but her shoes were, all the same shade—fandango pink. Alvira clenched his jaw as the burning in his arm was no longer just a ‘tickle’, he could also see a little blood beading up.<br><br>“I said to not take too long.” He gritted out, coming up behind her.<br><br>“I’m not.” She threw over her shoulder, legs still facing forward as her torso swiveled to to turn his way.<br><br>He sighed quite loudly, but left her to her bearings, happy to see her pick up a pair still in its box; all of them were. Elvira opened the top, and looked over the shoes, but she closed it and placed it back. Once she did this a second time, Alvira clutched at his hooded head and let out a growl. “Would you hurry it up?” He shouted.<br><br>“Don’t yell at me!” Elvira cried back, turning to look at him with a frown.<br><br>“Just pick a damn shoe.” He wanted to drag his hand down his face, to relieve it of the stress the frowns were causing, but then he remembered he had a mask on.<br><br>“I’m trying.” Elvira huffed, going back to the closet.<br><br>“Then try harder.” Alvira scoffed.<br><br>“I could if you weren’t being so negative!” Elvira growled, pulling out a nice pair of kitten heels, a pink ruby gem surrounded by a flower of silver on the side of each shoe. “Do these look pretty with this outfit?” She was serious, as she held the box out to him.<br><br>“Yes.” He said quickly.<br><br>Elvira twisted her lips to the side as she held the box in one hand, and her other on her hip, “You’re just saying that so I can hurry up.” She jutted her hip out.<br><br>“Yes.” Alvira gritted out with an exasperated sigh.<br><br>Elvira gasped at his blunt responds, then huffed, and took the shoes out of the box. She placed them on her pedicured feet, and stomped over to the fire place. Alvira followed, and stood in front of her, she held a deep scowl on her tired face, and he lifted his masked, placing a kiss on her ruby pink lips. Elvira closed her eyes, and opened them a second later once she felt the bite of cold night air; it was only a peck, and she looked up at her brother with hazy eyes. They apparited to some sort of graveyard, and it left Elvira feeling a little agitated; this was no elegant lounge, and she was starting to despise her brother for waking her up so late. Her mouth parted in awe as she saw a few people there, one man in particular who seemed to radiate a demonic feeling that left her skin crawling. Alvira looked around, it wasn’t that many people, and judging by the bleeding of his arm, he was awfully late, thanks to his little sister. He saw his lord talking with a woman, he didn’t want to interrupt, but his ass was already on the line for being so late. Grabbing his sister by the back of the neck, he guided her to the man she’d be meeting for the first time, but surely not the first time she’d heard of him.<br><br>“My Lord.” It was robotic, not that he didn’t respect the Dark Lord, but that he couldn’t, showing respected needed emotion, and the only emotions he held onto was anger. He bowed deeply, forcing his sister onto her knees, knowing she was throwing a great piss fit in her head for getting her pink dress dirty.<br><br>Elvira resisted the urge to cry out as she hiked her dress above her knees, so it wouldn’t suffer the dirt. She bowed with her brother, slightly clueless, head down, eyes glancing up at the Dark Lord curiously. “M-… My Lord…?” Did he want her to say it too? She knew of the cult, or whatever, her brother recently joined, but she wasn’t sure if she was a part of it too. Did he wish for her to call him ‘My Lord’? Did he want her bowing like one of his own? She didn’t know, but respect was respect, so she’ll mimic her brother and show it.<br><br>Alvira was satisfied with his sister’s actions, and pulled her up from the floor. He could see her eyes flittering around in nerves, and massaged the back of her neck to calm her. He wasn't sure what to do now, missing the goods, but he knew some brat was probably eliminated, meaning one less filth in this world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 17:47:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">Her eyes were focused on the group as some began to vanish obviously to celebrate, but she knew she was not to be one of them just yet. She wanted her moment thus she waited for Bellatrix to finish what she was doing groveling as the young woman believed to the dark lord. When Bellatrix left the young woman went to move forward, but just as she was to speak to the dark lord Bellatrix returned with a muggle woman making her squirm away knowing it wasn't her moment as of yet. She knew now her report would have to wait so there she stood not sure totally what to do. She wanted to give her report to the Dark Lord and claim her right for being loyal only now here was the <em>little pet...</em> once more ruining her moment. <br><br>Gripping her fists and turning her back to walk over towards a headstone to wait she watched as two more arrived. The two she knew were siblings, but not much more about them. The brother had recently become a member and his sister so out there and so confused looked almost pathetic standing here amongst all of the witches and wizards. Slithering her way towards the two the woman smiled carefully to them, "You two almost seem lost here..." She giggled the look on her face almost seeming insanely venomous, but her voice so sweet and innocent, "may i suggest that you are semi new to the group?" She then slid her hands behind her back. She might as well make some kind of conversation for it may be a bit before she could make her report. <br><br>She once in a while took a glance over at Bellatrix whom had her filthy captive kneeling before the dark lord. Sadly the young woman almost felt jealous at how much power Bellatrix techinically had for she wanted to be known as the dark lord's pet, but would more then likely never be such as the woman standing next to him right now. Turning back to the new arrivals she tilted her head carefully, "I guess I'm guessing you know what has just gone on? Oh... and my name is Ky... no more no less for i hate with a passion my real name..." Kyraina was the simplest one of the lower rank deatheaters, but also one of the most passionate towards the dark lord for she knew she shouldn't be put with the lower group, but sadly didn't have much of a choice at this time.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:26:03</strong>
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				Alvira sneered, he <em>was</em> new, but not new enough to not know that this woman was just a lower ranking Death Eater; she wasn’t important. It didn’t matter; he wouldn’t have talked to her anyways. He wasn’t even going to humor her as he turned his visions from her to the Dark Lord. Elvira, on the other hand, smiled, she was tired of standing around like a statue, she was a lot more clueless than her older brother.<br><br>“Charmed,” Elvira started, reaching her hand out in a womanly fashion, that hand shake where the fingers and thumb only touch, “I’m Elvira—<em>eep</em>!” Elvira cried out once her brother gripped her wrist; he wasn’t crushing it, he only startled her.<br><br>Alvira pulled her arm towards his chest, his eyes traveling down towards his little sister, “Do not talk to anyone here.” He scolded.<br><br>Elvira frowned, so antisocial, “Relax, baby, she’s just being nice.” Though she didn’t know how ‘nice’ any self-respecting pureblood could be; because she sure as hell knows she never was.<br><br>Elvira trailed her hand up his chest and caressed his cheek, Alvira closed his eyes—hand still holding her wrist—he pulled her hand over to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. “We are not lost. Run along, little coniglio.” Alvira’s gruff voiced <em>told</em> against his sister’s thin knuckles, eyes still closed. He was telling her, he wants her gone, it wasn’t much of a demand, yet, but it wasn’t that serious; he just didn’t want to be bothered.<br><br>Elvira gently tugged her hand from his grip, and folded her arms loosely, holding her elbows. “Now, Alvira, do try not to act so boorishly…” She said affectionately, then turned her dark eyes to Kyraina; smiling that smile that made one think if it was really so ‘nice’, “I'm sorry for him,” She wasn’t, “He doesn’t take well to others,” Those other than <em>her</em>, of course, “I’m not a part of this… ‘group’, so I would very much like for you to inform u—…” She looked up at Alvira, who was staring at the Dark Lord, “… <em>me</em> of what’s exactly going on.” He wasn’t holding her neck anymore, so she turned and grabbed onto his arm, “Alvira never tells me <em>anything</em>.” She teased, rubbing her cheek against his arm.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 06:43:31</strong>
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				With a swirl and twitch of his wand, Barty stopped the curse effecting them from the neck up. At once they began to babble pleas and threats. Bile curled in his throat and he almost silenced them again, <br><br>“Dolorium Salsus,” he muttered, pointing at the woman. She screamed and thrashed her head to-and-fro. She was feeling something akin to needles being pressed slowly into her skin. Not as bad as the Cruciatus curse, he knew without doubt, but what fun was there in just giving them the very worst before they could appreciate it?<br><br>“What are you doing to her! Stop it! Stop it! Sarah!” The man was staring at the woman in anguish, his gaze jumping from her to Barty and back again.<br><br>“What will you do to make me not hurt her?” Without moving his wand off he, he walked into the room, pushing the squawking light box from its table so it smashed its glass front to the floor. There, he could hear better should the aurors arrive.<br><br>“Wh-what? Anything! Just stop it!”<br><br>“Would you suffer in her place?”<br><br>“I… I…” How pathetic he was, not even willing to try to share his woman’s agony. He silently increased the spell, and the muggle let out a tearing scream that seemed to hang in the air, crystalline and pure. “Yes! Please, please, don’t… don’t hurt her any more!”<br><br>“Oh, but her screams… I think I like them too much to stop, now.”<br><br>“But you said! You said!”<br><br>“I did. Hummm. Oh, I know. I’ll let you have what she has and give her something new.” <br><br>“No!”<br><br>“Scream for me, filthy muggle. Dolorium Salsus.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 08:22:22</strong>
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				<strong>August Gaust</strong><br><br>When Bellatrix had strode right past her, even speaking directly to her, August's throat closed and her heart skipped yet another beat. She turned to watch as the mad woman whisked away into the night. Standing for several moments she tried to make out the meaning of how her name had been used. Was it a good thing? Was Bellatrix only teasing her? Did she despise the weak low ranking girl, seen as little more than a tool? <br><br>August knew she wasn't worth as much as the other Death Eaters. It was keenly obvious to her. It frightened her, yet she still strove to keep in the good graces of Voldemort. Part of her was ashamed to admit that she probably stayed more for Gemini and Bellatrix, hoping that either might reciprocate at least some of the feelings she had for them. <br><br>Kel could feel her hurt and stroked its head against her chin. That was one thing she adored about Kel, it was so loving, much like a dog. It was a singularly unique snake. She caressed its neck and head, cooing to it. After many moments she decided to find Gemini and Davus. <br><br>Heading into the village, avoiding the other Death Eaters who were 'hard' at work killing or tormenting the muggles. August caught sight of Lucius toying with a family, watching as they hung in the air helpless and screaming for mercy. He was as cruel as he could be civil. Hard to get along with as he only valued strength, despising weakness in others. Darting past him she heard noises inside of a building, screams and joyful laughter. It was too far away to tell if it was the merry couple or not. <br><br>As she made her way to what looked like the inn, she was attacked by a man and his dog. The beast jumped and attempted to pounce upon her, but was stopped short as Kel lashed out viciously biting the dog on the nose. The dog yelped and thrashed, whining as it fought to get Kel off. The Mamba released the dog to coil back around its master. The man looked shocked, fear now plain to see in his eyes. August glared at the man, wand coming up. "Animus Reptilius!" She screamed at the man. <br><br>Appearing from thin air came forth a Cotton Mouth viper, hissing and coiling. August began speaking to the snake, hissing and snapping her tongue. The viper seemed to jump out at the man as it struck, obeying the command given to it. The muggle was hit in the wrist, crying out in terror. He threw off the snake and ran away. August ordered the viper to find others to bite, sending it away. <br><br>Now she was mad, furious at being attacked. She hadn't done anything to them! Her thoughts were wild, chaotic. She didn't like hurting people; why did they have to go and attack her? Furious, her face contorted in a tear drenched anger, she ran to try and get away from the mess. Into the inn she went, hoping to find Gemini, still hearing laughter and screams.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:24:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>Voldemort watched as Bella made her way off to find the Muggle woman once more. While he'd already killed two people tonight, a third would surely be more gratifying. James Potter hadn't put up much of a fight, nor had Lily, and the child certainly hadn't. Bellatrix tended to have more <em>fun</em> with her prey. Like a child who played with it's food before eating it. While he didn't play 'favorites' among his marked Death Eaters, Bella was certainly one of them. Even with the shamefulness of her pure-blood sister Andromeda marrying a Muggle man, Bella had at least chosen the right path. If only she and her husband would have a child already to show how much stronger pure-blood children are, he would be happier. For some reason, their marriage had yet to produce an offspring. <br><br>As Bellatrix left, he was presented with a newer Death Eater to the group. Alvira. He appeared to have brought someone with him. While the family resemblance wasn't immediate, he could tell they were related. The male bowed, respectably, before him while the female was nearly forced down. He gave them both a slight wave of the hand. They were late, or rather, Alvira was late. Voldemort wasn't going to give the boy the satisfaction of thinking being late was okay and so ignored him. Alvira would learn to be on time or suffer the future consequences. It wouldn't be the first time he'd punished or killed a Death Eater. Sometimes, things just went that way. It was always saddening to spill pure-blood, but sometimes there was no choice. <br><br>It didn't take long for Bella to find her way back, Muggle in tow. He'd been expecting some young, Muggle woman with a fiery tongue. Instead he was brought a middle aged, old hag of a woman. Was the fear induced by the mere mention of his name waning so much that old hags like this were no longer fearing him? That would change soon. Very, very soon. Once word of the Potter's death got around and the devastation found in this village was spread, people would fear to even think of him. He would immortalize himself in their minds and soon immortalize his own body. Already his soul had been split so many times, it would be impossible for anyone to kill him now. Even if someone managed to destroy most of his work, Nagini lay coiled at his feet. Coiled, content, and comfortable in her slumber. No one would ever take Nagini away from him.<br><br>The woman was thrown at his feet and confessed how she'd not only spoken ill against Lord Voldemort, but how she'd told people that he wasn't as powerful as they thought, how even she could kill him. It almost made him smile as she burst into tears, "Not so brave now, are you?" he teased, "Dispite being the filth that you are, Muggle, you should feel honored. It's not everyday that someone gets to meet me or be at the end of my wand."<br><br>Instead of killing her instantly or even torturing her into blinding pain, Voldemort hadn't really had any 'fun' in a long time. His Death Eaters always ran a muck when they were given this sort of freedom, but he always just sat back and watched, "Bellatrix, have you ever seen what happens when a hex and a curse are used together?" he knew her favorite was the Cruciatus curse, "I'm going to cast a stinging hex and I want you to cast the torture curse. Focus on her head of chest. We'll watch her tear herself to pieces," with that, he raised his wand and pointed it at Harriet, "<em>Fodio</em>" he said calmly. It wouldn't do near as much damage as the Cruciatus, but the woman covered her face and began rubbing and tearing at her skin. She was likely feeling like she'd just been stung by dozens of bees. If he held the hex long enough, her face would begin to swell. This was as much fun as it was a lesson for Bellatrix on how to use another Death Eater's strength in battle to work together. Once the torture curse was thrown, he was sure they would enjoy watching this Muggle go insane trying to make the pains stop.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br><hr><br>For the most part, he was taking his time in jumping into the festivities. While he had 'proven' his use to the Dark Lord, he was still marked as untrustworthy. All because of his mother. Her and her blood job as Minister. Maybe if the Potter thing couldn't be taken care of, she would be booted out of the position. Bastien could only hope. It was tiresome to have to live the way he was. Constantly on guard, not being able to let loose like these others were, always having to go through three or more people to communicate with those with beliefs like his. Not to mention the horrible women he surround himself with to keep up appearances. Everyone expected him to marry and settle down into a family soon. That wasn't what he wanted at all...but that's how it was. <br><br>He watched from the alley as the Death Eaters advanced on the village. Evan having his fun with some Muggle woman not far from him, hitting her with various hexes as she tried desperately to get away. Davos and Gemini running into an inn/tavern of sorts to cause all kinds of chaos. And Malfoy doing what he did best. He could recognize them all on sight alone, even if they had their masks on. But then he saw a thinner male making his way down from the graveyard. The mask was still tight on his face as he broke into a Muggle home. Bastien couldn't deny he was curious as to who this Death Eater was. <br><br>Slowly, he made his way over the the home Barty Crouch Jr had broken into. Already he could hear the owners panicking and a woman scream. Bastien slipped inside as well and closed the door silently behind himself. He was very close to wherever the Death Eater was keeping the Muggles. The voice of the masked Death Eater sounded familiar. He'd not come to very many Death Eater gatherings, but the voice sounded like one he'd heard at the Ministry. Someone that worked with or around someone that was close to his mother. <br><br>Drawing his wand, Bastien moved into the doorway and saw the two Muggles laying, withering, on the floor. The Death Eater had his wand drawn and pointed at the male Muggle. They both appeared to be in a tremendous amount of pain. Bastien had never been this close to a person being tortured before. It was exhilarating, "Mind if I help?" he asked calmly. His own face hidden behind a cloth mask, he wasn't too worried about the Death Eater attacking him. After all, if he were an Auror, he wouldn't stand there while two Muggles were being tortured. No. Aurors had orders to attack on site.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br><hr><br>Lavender had yet to leave the graveyard. Instead she'd seated herself by a gravestone and watched as Bellatrix disappeared and reappeared moments later with a Muggle woman. She watched as Voldemort explained how using two spells together could be 'fun'. Moments later, the Muggle was being attacked by one of Voldemort's hexes. <br><br>She silently watched Alvira, Elvria, and Kyraina. She'd seen Alvira and Kyraina before, but never this close. Lavender chose to take a backseat to most things and that was likely why she was considered 'low rank'. She couldn't even remember a time that she'd actually spoken to another Death Eater. Lavender wasn't content to sit back and watch all the time, but she felt out-classed. The only reason she belonged here was because of her pure-blood. <br><br>Lavender hadn't seen Alvira many times before and assumed he was 'new' to the group even though he had a mark. She wondered what about him was useful to the Dark Lord. Many times, she wondered that about a lot of them. She realized she was staring at him and turned her attention to the gravestone she was leaned against. It said 'Riddle' in faded words and wasn't too far from the one Voldemort had set fire to. Voldemort rarely did things without a purpose, so she wondered what it was about this village, that stone, and the grave he was sitting on that were so important. Lavender decided it was best not to wonder about that. 
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				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:29:04</strong>
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				Kyraina's simple eyes closed carefully as she felt her venomous attitude wanting to rise to the surface, but kept it calm for the moment as Elvira at least gave notice to the low rank death eater. Carefully extending her own hand to clasp the other womans Ky watched the reaction her brother Alvira had. Even though she knew he was in the ranks higher then herself she felt appauled by the use of his words making her seem like a low graded filthy <em>dog!</em>. For the moment she would let it pass though cause as she bawled up her fist Ky listened to Elvira's responses to her brother's attitude and then her question of informing her of what was going on, "I could tell you only reason I will not at this time is I'm not totally sure of your commitment to <em>our</em> ways... Your brother is a member thus he can know if he doesn't already, but unless my Lord tells me or the others that we may bring in a follower to what is fully going on then i may not speak... but I will say if you cannot already tell there is a celebration upon us... one i'm glad to be a part of..." <br><br>The look on her face and eyes then afterwards was that of pure malice, but there was also a hint of joy and pure pleasure in it as well. The young low rank death eater was pleased that she could pro long the knowledge to someone who obviously was lower ranking then herself only at this time the pleasure wouldn't be fully given. She then turned to the story as she called it fall into place in front of her. Her master cast a curse upon the filthy mudblood whom was in his presence at which she began tearing at her face from the pain and torture which was driving her insane it would seem. This made a grin come across the venomous woman whom just loved the pain that a muggle had to with stand in their presence such extacy did it give her to be able to witness it now and put upon another later.<br><br>Her head then turned finally away from the pleasure and to Bellatrix whom would more then likely be over joyed at such a gift... It made the insides of Ky's chest go from swirling with extacy to boiling with fire. She hated the little pet Voldemort had envying and being jealous of her for she had what Ky wanted more then anything in the world. She wanted her master's attention and praise not to be stuck like some arrend dog who didn't know what the fucking hell they were doing! It sickened her till finally she turned her head away from the group and to one of the last remaining low rank followers a young woman known as Lavender. The young woman had been leaning nochelantly against one of the tomb stones for quite sometime mostly keeping to herself which wasn't unusual for her. A smirk though almost came once more upon Ky's face as she noticed the young woman had been staring and then quickly turned away from what it seemed was Alvira. <em>Interesting...</em> she thought and then quietly looked back to the slowly going insane pleasurable show in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:19:03</strong>
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				Lucius continued to float the disgusting muggles about, the woman shrieking in terror as she held her hands out trying to get her little baby back. He normally loved to hear their shrieks but all he could think about was how dull this was alone. If only his beautiful wife could be here to enjoy this moment with him, perhaps when he removed these muggles from their plight of life he would go and ask her to come and join him. He cocked his head as the woman began calling him a monster and a coward, unable to face them without magic. <br><br>"You have no idea what I am capable of you filthy muggle, so if you want any chance of being reunited with your child I suggest you keep your mouth shut and enjoy the ride." He said elegantly but with a menacing undertone. He moved his wand and tossed the family towards the grass and released his spell as they tumbled to the ground. The child started wailing as he pointed his wand at the woman who was scrambling for the child. "Now, what do you say for my being lienant and letting you reunite with your child?" He asked, raising a brow. <br><br><br>"Go to hell you monster." She said as she held the baby closer to her, her eyes locked on the man before her. "I hope you get what's coming to you."<br><br>Lucius smiled menacingly as he pointed his wand at the child. "Oh, I will...just as you will get what is coming to you." He said. "Avada Kedavra!" The green light shot out of his wand and the baby's screams were suddenly silenced. <br><br>"Lexi?" The woman looked down at her baby, shaking her. "L....Lexi? Oh god Lexi!" She started to sob.<br><br>"You son of a!" Her husband snarled and got to his feet, charging at Lucius. <br><br>"Ah, ah...ah." Lucius clicked his tongue and pointed his wand. "Crucio!" The man suddenly dropped to the ground screaming.<br><br>"Justin! No!" The woman sobbed and Lucius laughed maliciously. "You I will save for last." He said to her, I will make you wish for death before I grant it." He said, waiving his wand and silencing her husband's screams forever.
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				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:30:25</strong>
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				Bellatrix observed carefully as the filthy muggle went from quiet confession to tears, to writhing pain and ripping at her own flesh. She licked her lips in excitement as the dark power that cursed through her demanded her to expell all that filthy blood running through her veins; that at least, was how the truth looked through Bella's eyes. <br><br>Delighted, she raised her wand and pointed it directly at her face and shouted "Crucio!" and it zapped her. Frantically she began digging at her skin, slowly and painfully tearing away layers of skin, as if they were being burned off of her living, breathing, rotten flesh. A shrieking laughter broke out of Bella's chest as she stared at the muggle slowly scratching herself to death, making noises like a pig being slaughtered as she did. <br><br>"Now we see who you really are!" She cackled excitedly as the woman bled everywhere. In her excitement, Bella looked sideways and saw Kyraina's eyes upon her with rage. It brought an even crookeder smile to her maliciously grinning face. She ignored her and turned back to the poor tortured soul, who's only plague was that she was unfortunate enough to be born as a disgusting muggle. After minutes of torment, the grass around the body was stained with a red liquid, that Bella wouldn't dare touch, and all that remained was a red fleshy corpse. She could see the life leave her as efficiently as she could smell rotten impure blood, and this muggle had definitely been sent to an even less pleasant afterlife. Her eyes sparkling with glee, Bellatrix turned to her Dark Lord and bowed before him.<br><br>"Thank you my Lord, for teaching me this. I shall use it to pursue any like this disintegrated muggle and give them the same, kind, treatment" She snickered. "I will go join the celebration now, if you wish it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 01:06:59</strong>
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				Elvira was not sure what caused it, but she loved the delicious look that spread on the face of the woman in front of her. She wasn’t good at telling other’s—besides her brother—emotions, but it caused a stirring in herself when she saw it. A celebration! <em>Oh my</em>, Elvira didn’t even care for the ‘secrets’ this celebration was derived from, she was just happy her night wasn’t going to be spent in a bland graveyard; was this some sort of theme? Was there a rhyme to reason of why this celebration was being held here? Who cares, it was a party now, and Elvira was going to enjoy it. “Alvira,” Elvira playfully swat at her older brother, “you didn’t mention that this was a celebration.” She pouted; he knew she loved gatherings.<br><br>Alvira was intensely watching the torture of the Muggle woman, such creativity placed into her torture, too bad he didn’t have the mind to appreciate it. He didn’t play with his killings; he just <em>killed</em>, very quickly, actually. He felt his sisters tapping, and closed his eyes in serene.<br><br>“It was to be a surprise.” He was honest; Alvira had intentions on surprising his sister with the festivities of tonight; was he upset that Kyraina ruined it? Of course not, he didn’t really care that much—he cared for his sister—but she was going to find out any ways, so~. “Tell me, Elvira, have you ever murder any one?” Alvira asked, of course, he already knew the answer, but it didn’t stop him from giving a faint smirk, and folding the arm his sister held, to hold hers.<br><br>Elvira looked up at him stun, he knew that answer, but she was sure it was more of an invitation, than that of a question, “<em>I’ve not</em>…” She whispered, wide brown eyes gazing up to stare at his dark lashes, lashes that matched her own.<br><br>Elvira wanted to beam, was he implying what she think he was implying, she had never killed a <em>thing</em> let along a person—wasn’t that… illegal? No, her brother killed all the time, she knew this before he even joined this little organization.<br><br>“This is a Muggle village,” Alvira started, eye now boring into his ecstatic little sister, “the must be extinguished,” he continued, releasing her grip from his arm, and turning in the direction of the town, “they are all not <em>dead</em>. yet.” He gritted out, Alvira could smell the Muggle’s stink so badly, that he could taste it.<br><br>“And who will kill them?” Elvira whispered, eagerness in her voice, though world around her didn’t matter anymore, it was now just her and her brother, no one else matter.<br><br>Alvira looked back over to his sister, he wasn’t in as much as a strong daze as she was, but the world didn’t matter right now; it never did. “Would <em>you</em> like to?” Alvira asked, but he could feel the plead radiating from her.<br><br>“Oh, would I.” Elvira smiled, rushing to the other side of Alvira, pointing in the direction of the village. “Let us hurry, before they are all dead.” She was very accepting of this, she hadn’t done much since her coming of age, and unlike her brother, she was content with ignoring Muggles and Dirtbloods entirely, but now she had a chance to kill them—she didn’t care why they were dying—she just wanted to see the elusive emotion of death. Her parents died while she was away at school, so she didn’t have the chance to see it.<br><br>“I thought you were tired?” Alvira asked, watching as his sister suddenly became very jittery; wasn’t she just bitter and bored looking just a few minutes ago.<br><br>“Don’t tease~.” Elvira scowled, she was saying how late at night it was, now it didn’t seem so late anymore; the night was young! “Come on.” She pleaded, grabbing his arm.<br><br>Alvira wasn’t resistant, so he followed his sister, as she dragged him off to town. This was nice, taking a walk through the moonlight night; even the burnt smell of destruction didn’t ruin the mood. How exciting this would be, the town was a mess, but some places were untouched, she do hope there were still some left. Alvira grabbed his sister’s arm, and dragged her to a house, he Alohomora the door, and the two strolled in. To say the least, this house was boring, new objects, but nothing exciting; Elvira was really expecting some sort of circus home, but it was bland—surprisingly elegant—but an dull eyesore to her fashionable soul.<br><br>Elvira’s heels clicked on the wooden floor, as the silence of the night filled the room, “Come out, come out little mice.” Oh, look it there, a table set for two, but no one was there to enjoy the cold meal. “Do you think they are hiding from us, Al?” Elvira questioned, with false confusion.<br><br>“Maybe, check up stairs.” Alvira told, though he could hear them, probably shivering in a closet somewhere; well, the other Death Eaters weren’t exactly quiet about their endeavors.<br><br>Elvira nodded, and climbed up the Oakwood stairs, velvety carpet that must feel nice on one’s feet. Elvira went to open all the doors on the top floor, not being to quite about it as she swung each wooden plank against its frame. She would glance around, but no one was present; it wasn’t until they reached a bedroom, did they find it locked. Elvira did the honors of opening it, and glanced around. Alvira watched as she walked further into the blue hued room, and quickly cast the Petrificus Totalus spell, freezing the husband that removed his form from behind the door.<br><br>“Merlin, you’ve scared me.” Elvira jumped and watched as the man fell with a thud, she was horrible in the battlefield, Alvira noted. A small ‘eep’ was heard, and Elvira used a spell to drag her from under the bed.<br><br>“Henry, you killed him!” The woman shouted, she was small, and frail looking, maybe in her late forties/early fifties.<br><br>Elvira laughed, “He’s not dead, dear, just snuggled up <em>tight</em>.” Alvira bounded her, too, and allowed Elvira to get a good look at them.<br><br>“Leave her alone, you monsters.” The older man called, turning his head from the blue carpet to speak.<br><br>“Monsters?” Elvira looked hurt, she was no monster, “Do I look like a monster?” She asked the woman; bending down to show the nice pink sheath dress she wore, not to mention her lovely shoes and hair. “Of course I don’t.” She slapped the woman, and the woman cried out, but sobbed mainly from fear. Damn whatever scene the Death Eater’s caused before them, the family were petrified, and all they did was break in. Elvira looked over to her brother, “They’re boring; I’m bored of them—stop crying!” Elvira shouted at the woman, and she choked.<br><br>“Don’t touch her!” The man couldn’t fully see his wife, but he only assumed they were attacking her. His wife used this attention to sob again.<br><br>“Make them shut up; I thought you bound them, why are they talking?” Elvira didn’t like the noise, her and her brother yelled plenty enough, they didn’t need other people making noise too.<br><br>“I did. Do you not want to hear them scream?” Alvira perfected the Petrificus Totalus curse, he could petrify a single body part from a finger, all the way to the whole body. His sister was a strange one, he’d only assumed she’d want to talk to them, so he left their vocal tools free.<br><br>“I did,” He was right, she did want to talk to them, possibly spook them a little, get to know them before they died, but the sort of lost the element of surprise, before they even got here. “but they’re obnoxious now—roll him over for me.” Her talking was quick, and came one after the other as if she was distracted, but she wasn’t. Oh, look at their clothes, so fancy, were they going out? How romantic, dinner for two downstairs? “Did we… perhaps, interrupt something?” Elvira asked, but they couldn’t answer, as they were fully under the curse now. “Oh, we did—Alvira, you’re so insensitive—we’ve interrupted a romantic moment between… husband and wife?” Of course, if they didn’t, another would, but she was just playing the part.<br><br>&nbsp;Elvira walked over to the flipped over husband, and laid on the floor beside him with her head in her hands. “You know you are going to die, right?” Elvira told in a whisper, the man was petrified, so he naturally looked shocked, but she could see fear in his eyes; that cloudy shade that wiggled in the iris. “Did you have a chance to kiss your wife, before all this? No?” Elvira asked, frowning as if he answered.<br><br>Standing, Elvira walked over to a dresser; that was bare, so she opened a nearby door, and her eye brighten—there! In the bathroom, she saw the makeup kit that was the culprit for the wife’s half-done face. Picking up the small gold and black hexagon tube, she walked over to the wife, and sat next to her. Grabbing her jaw, Elvira twisted it over to face her, and she pressed the red stick hard into the woman’s pale lips. Once her lips was heavily coated, and the lipstick smashed into nothing, Elvira pulled back to observe her work. Here was the hard part; she had to whip her pretty little pink lips clean. Elvira used the back of her wrist to smear the lipstick off, it stained her left cheek and wrist, but her mouth was fairly back to its original color. Alvira watched as his sister pulled the woman’s face to hers, and kissed her roughly. It was comical as she twisted her head, making more of a mess then anything. They both now looked wounded, as red smeared their lips, but Elvira was obviously pleased as she now had the red lipstick on her; she also loved the disgust in the woman’s eyes as she gazed into them. Standing, Elvira walked over to the husband again, and pulled his head up, he had saw, and a flood of emotions went through his eyes; many from fear to disgusted, and everything in between. Elvira kissed him.<br><br>“Avada Kedavra.” Alvira said once his sister sat up, and Elvira gasped as the green lighting passed quickly to the man who she just stood from.<br><br>“Hey~, watch it!” Elvira cried out, that could have hit her, but no fear passed through her, as she knew he would be careful around her… she hoped; sometimes she really didn’t know any more. The woman, too, was killed, and the siblings left, Elvira saw a lot of pretty things, but she didn’t take them; that was <em>Muggle</em> stuff. She wouldn’t pick diamonds off the floor, one could say.<br><br>“I want someone with blue eyes, now.” Elvira said, standing in front of the now abandon house.<br><br>“Really, now?” Alvira asked, what the hell did she want someone like that for? Alvira wouldn’t generally play around like this, he could kill a room full of Muggles, if they were close enough, and sometimes he did, binding them, pulling their body close, and then cursing them to death. He liked it simple and quick, but tonight he’d let his sister play—this was her first night of fun. “Why?” He couldn’t help but ask.<br><br>“Don’t you ever look into their eyes?” Elvira answered, with a question.<br><br>“No.” He didn’t, it was no point; unless on the rare occasion he was handling them, he wasn’t even close enough to get a good look at their filthy faces.<br><br>“Then go get me someone with blue eyes, and try it.” Elvira would wait. Blue eyes were receive, but it couldn’t be that uncommon.<br><br>This was Alvira’s fun, hunting. He’d find these blue eyes, and bring it back to her. He moved quickly, he didn’t want to leave her alone out there, with all of the Death Eaters having fun inside people’s homes. Hopefully they’d stay there awhile while he looked for blue eyes. Alvira killed whoever he found that didn’t have blue eyes, but that wasn’t much as the grandfather held a nice shade of pale blue eyes. Elvira tapped her foot as she waited, it was cold, and it almost made her rethink her clothing choice. But she thought they were going to a club lounge, so she dressed for artificial conditioning. She heard the cries and wheeze of the old man her brother held in his arms, he was old, but he still struggled. Alvira held him by the scruff of his plaid shirt, and dragged him over to Elvira.<br><br>Elvira clapped mockingly, and walked up to the old man, Alvira partially bound him—his arms and legs—so he would swing as his dear little sister, and brought his face to hers. “Oh~.” His eyes were so pretty, they sparkled with grays and blues, one was slightly clouded, but that didn’t effect it’s glass like appearance. “Kill him slowly for me, I want to see <em>everything</em>.” Elvira requested, and Alvira complied.<br><br>The old man was clutched by his neck, and Alvira turned him where the moonlight would shine slightly on his face. The man was held at arm’s length, and Elvira stood between him and her brother. She stood extremely close to the man, as he choked, and she rose to the tip of her toes to look into his eyes. “Look at me… I want to look into your eyes as you die.” Elvira whispered.<br><br>The blue went dark, then swirled around—fear—it then turned a very light shade, almost gray—passion, or adrenaline—after a few moments, it then spotted with a vibrant blue, almost cobalt; he stopped breathing. It was amazing, she loved it, it was the only way she could connect with other people, their eyes. She didn’t truly know what these emotions were, she just assumed by seeing them before; she never looked into the eyes of a dying man, but if that was it, then she would want to see it again and again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 02:56:56</strong>
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				<strong>Gemini, Davus, and August</strong><br><br>Gemini calmly walked up the aged steps of the inn, <em>creek, creek, creek</em>, almost annoyed by the noise it made. Davus was only a few feet below, glancing back behind himself often to make sure they didn't get surprised from behind. If this celebration took too long the Auror's would hear of this and come to the 'rescue'. Davus almost laughed at the thought; those clueless half wits were always to slow and always too late. The actual chances of them arriving to be of any use were slim to none and with Voldemort present, they would all die without question. <br><br>Smiling warmly down at her husband, Gemini finished the ascent up the steps and waited a few feet down the hall for her man. Davus walked backwards a few steps then took the lead, giving a quick kiss to her lips as he passed. Gemini couldn't help but giggle as he kissed her, brushing her hand along his waist as he passed. <br><br>The hall was nothing short of dull, a unfinished wooden floor with badly worn white walls with the paint fading or peeling off in some sections. It was obvious this building was old, probably older than many of the houses they had passed while coming to greet the visitors to this humble little town. A simple painting caught Gemini's eye for a moment as she passed it. It was an oil painting, even by Wizard standards. The realization made her sneer. "More they have stolen."<br><br>Davus pressed his ear up to a door and heard some soft sobbing inside. Nodding his head in the doors direction with a smile on his face, he cast Alohamora and unlocked the door. Inside was a young average looking woman, laying on her bed. The room had one window, an inn table for the bed and a cabinet for clothing. Walking in slowly, Davus pointed his wand at the muggle a devious smile across his lips. "Incendere Amictus," he spoke. <br><br>Immediately all of the clothing on the woman disintegrated leaving her nude. With a yelp the young woman looked at herself in disbelief. Gemini gave Davus a mock look of displeasure for a moment then the look slowly shifted into a playful look. "Feeling frisky love?" Davus cooed to his lover, giving her a peck on the cheek. He and Gemini both loved the spell as it was a perfect way to easily humiliate just about anyone; it only destroyed cloth, leaving flesh, metal, and plastics unharmed. Without clothing most became quite easily manipulated, feeling vulnerable and exposed. <br><br>This muggle was no different as she cowered on the bed attempting to cover herself. Gemini walked up to her, stroking her hair as she sat down next to the woman who was no older than herself. "Poor little thing, did you go and play with fire?" The woman looked up confused at the comment, not sure how to react to Gemini. "Now now dear, we will make it all better." Gemini looked to Davus who had one of those moments where he knew exactly what his wife was thinking without even needing to hear what she had in mind. He moved to the window and opened it wide, then moved to the feet of the woman. <br><br>They both took a hold of the frightened woman, gripping her tightly. She started to struggle but to late as she was thrown out head first. "Immobulus!" Shouted Gemini. The muggle found herself helplessly suspended in air, slowly rotating head over heel her nudity clear to see. Davus laughed as the muggle made a fine decoration above the street for any to see. They could come and finish her off later, if another Death Eater didn't do so first. <br><br>As they entered the hall, Davus snapped his head down in the direction of the stairs as he heard a spell incanted. A snake appeared at his feet a second later. Pushing Gemini back, he heard the sound of a parselmouth speaking to the snake and watched as it began to strike. Davus was quick, fortunately, and killed the snake with a simple spell. He ran out into the hall to see August hunkered down at the edge of the steps. He was furious and almost blasted her down those steps for her attack, however unintentional it was. <br><br>"Stupid woman! August what are you doing attacking us?" Gemini pushed past Davus and almost laughed. "Did you forget Dragon, love, that we look like muggles?" He didn't care, Gemini could have been hurt and he was going to hurt someone for the attack. Part of him wanted to harm August and Gemini could see it in his eyes. <br><br>"No, she is mine. Go and play with a muggle while I reprimand the bad 'little' girl." Gemini cooed to her husband, soothing his anger towards the inexperienced woman. Davus continued to glare at the now terrified August who cowered from his sight. He slowly looked down at the face of his beautiful wife and nodded to her request, turning to go beat on some helpless muggle. Gemini turned and walked to August. "Naughty August, now why would you go and attack us?"<br><br>"I'm sorry Gemini! I thought you were muggles! I swear." August's light green eyes pleaded with Gemini to spare her. <br>"I won't kill you August, don't be so melodramatic. You are mine after all. But to assuage Davus," Gemini quickly snapped out Acidusbasi, watching as August slumped in pain. "Next time do be more careful. If you even accidentally attack or hurt any other Death Eaters, I sincerely doubt any of them will be as merciful. Now run along, Davus needs to cool off before you can be around him." August nodded and watched as Gemini left to rejoin Davus, still cringing from the needle like pain. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:36:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>Once Bella cast her torture curse, the Muggle woman was sent into a fury of scratching and clawing. The woman clawed at her skin as if it were on fire. No doubt she was feeling the effects of the stinging hex starting to cause her skin to swell added to the feeling of the Cruciatus curse. Not only did he know that it was Bellatrix's favorite spell, but the fury and cracks in her mental stability only added to the pain the curse could cause. She was one of few people that truly enjoyed watching those below her suffer. <br><br>The first streaks of blood appeared on the Muggle's face as she screamed in pain. He lifted his wand, finally releasing his hex, though the damage was already done. She continued crying and had soon torn off a great amount of the skin on her face. It was amazing to watch someone do such a thing to themselves. Voldemort was tempted to let her live with the damage she'd done to her own body, but no, that would never do, "You may go now, Bellatrix," he said calmly before stepping back up the Angel statue and sitting back down in it's arms. <br><br>As she went off, he just watched the Muggle wither around on the grass in front of him. Her blood staining the grave of his father. This was how all Muggles deserved to be. He raised his wand to her once more, "Be glad I'm taking mercy on you...<em>Avada Kedavra</em>," he growled and with a shot of green light her body went limp.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier</em></div><br><hr><br>Evan was having much too much fun to care about alerting Aurors or anyone to their presence. All that mattered right now was seeing how many Muggles he could take out before the end of the night. Despite how relaxed he was and how laid back he could be, Evan was a damn good duelist. Not many could take on Mad Eye Moody and live to tell the tale. Not only did he cross wands with Moody, but he'd taken out a good portion of the man's nose in the process.<br><br>For now, he burst down the door of a Muggle house. Finally, one that wasn't empty. Immediately, a man not much older than himself came rushing out of a bedroom, "Who the bloody hell are you?!" he snapped at Evan.<br><br>Chuckling, "I am the Angel of Death, here to put you out of your misery," he said sarcastically, "What they hell does it look like I am? I'm breaking into your house. What are you going to do about it?" he taunted. Oh he liked this, "Got a girl in there with ya?" he peeked around the man's shoulder to try and get a look in the room. Sex with Muggles wasn't at the top of his list of fun things, but it was fun to make the husbands watch as he made their wives pant and moan for him, "Bet a strong man like yourself has a beautiful girl to keep you company.<br><br>The Muggle, like all Muggles, took the bait and rushed at Evan, "<em>Petrificus Totalus</em>," he snapped and the Muggle went rigid and fell to the floor, "Wonderful. Quiet and obedient, just as you Muggles should be. <em>Locomotor Corpus Corporis</em>," the man's body lifted and Evan lead him back into the bedroom where his wife or girlfriend was clinging to her blankets in the bed.<br><br>She tried to scream as she saw Evan and her boyfriend/husband floating in, but Evan put a finger to his lips, "Now, now...I'll have none of that," he said calmly before setting the man's body down in a chair across from the bed, "How much do you love him? Would you do anything to have me let him go?" the girl seemed speechless, but after a moment of thinking, she nodded slowly, "Fantastic," though he did plan on killing them both when he was done, "Why don't you get rid of that blanket," he kind of wished he could allow the male some reaction ability, but Evan wasn't much of a spell creator or manipulator, "I wouldn't hesitate if I were you. I didn't ask you a question, I gave an order."<br><br>The girl scurried to get the blanket off the bed, exposing her body to him. She was young, probably about the same age as Gemini. Her body was firm and yet looked so soft. He could tell by the state of her undress and the fact that the male Muggle reacted so quickly that these two were likely in the middle of something when he blew the front door down, "Well, well, well...not bad. If you weren't a Muggle, you'd be a pretty nice trophy..." the girl looked a little confused at the word 'muggle', but she seemed to terrified to do anything about it, "Now, don't be shy. I want to see everything, so let's get that bra and those knickers off..." he motioned with his hand for her to be quick about it, "I don't have all night, dammit."<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br><hr><br>While Lavender was okay with sitting there and watching while there were other people around, but more and more were disappearing. She wasn't about to be left alone with Voldemort so close by. She'd never been alone with the man and hoped to never be so. So she managed to slip away and slowly made her way down to the village. Already the place looked like a war zone. Doors were broken down, a few houses were on fire, and Muggles were screaming all over the place. It wouldn't be long before the Aurors got wind of this. Lavender was sure that most of their focus would be on the Potter's house for now, but once they were finished there, this place would be swarmed.<br><br>Lavender wasn't sure she could torture people. She had more voyeuristic tendencies than anything else. She liked looking and watching. It gave her a sort of thrill to be a part of all this, but to not have the blood on her hands. Occasionally, she would hex or jinx a Muggle if she came by them, but for the most part she walked around and admired the other Death Eater's work.<br><br>It didn't take her long to come upon Alvira and Elvira. The woman in pink stood waiting, tapping her foot till her brother came up dragging and old man. She watched, curiously, as Alvira choked the man to death. Meanwhile, Elvira stood watching with the most excited look on her pretty face. The old man struggled and gasped for air. Lavender could hear his lasts breaths from her watching spot atop a barrel she'd found to sit on. It was amazing to watch someone die like that. Most wizards used spells or curses that ended the others life so quickly and likely painlessly. But Alvira's method was very wonderful to watch. <br><br>She was amazed with the strength in the man's arm and grip. It was simply amazing. Lavender was so enthralled that she barely realized that the old muggle had stopped kicking and gone limp.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:16:21</strong>
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				<strong>August Gaust</strong><br><br>Scurrying out of the house much like a rat exposed from its hiding place, August came to a halt many feet from the door to the inn one last tear streaking down her face. She had made a stupid mistake and was thankful to be alive; so happy it was Gemini who had dealt with her and not Davus. He was the harsher half of the two, and August knew she was fortunate; Davus protected Gemini fiercely. She went so far as to wonder if Davus would protect Gemini even from Voldemort. It didn't have an easy answer and based on their loyalty to him, she had come to a safe assumption that neither would come to that situation. <br><br>Kel hissed softly, displeased with the treatment his master had received. August couldn't blame it, but Kel couldn't understand the relationship she had with them either and so she quieted Kel down. Looking around August resolved to me much more careful in who she attacked. She knew Gemini was right; the other Death Eaters wouldn't be so merciful. Gemini really could have done so much worse.<br><br>Spotting Lavender in the distance, August decided it was safer to head over to her than to tempt fate with another marked Death Eater. Coming up to the spot where Lavender sat, August gave the brother sister duo a glance before looking back up to Lavender. Kel's tongue scented the air, tasting and 'seeing' Lavender, recognizing the woman from previous encounters. When it scented the air closer to the brother and sister, it wasn't quite so eased to know that strangers were around. It kept its body tense and head aimed in their direction, feeling they could be a potential threat. <br><br>"Lavender." August greeted evenly. "A curious sight those two?" she questioned.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:07:44</strong>
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				Barty twisted towards the intruder, startled slightly but not alarmed. He had half expected someone to follow after him – sometimes the name ‘Regulus’ was muttered as the older Death Eaters looked at him, part warning, part warped hunger. But the man wore a mask that wasn’t a Death Eater’s, yet he was here, wand drawn, voice holding a muted slickness under the calm, excitement and curiosity there. More than the fact he wanted to play, it was the youth of his voice that let Barty relax and trust he was one of the Dark Lord’s flock.<br><br>He felt a thrill – this man was asking Barty if he might play. Rightly, too – Barty outranked him. Marked, masked, he was in the inner circle. He nodded once, and said, “Finite.” The pain lifted, but the binding remained. Both muggles whimpered and wailed. No, no, he didn’t like how pathetic they sounded, not at all. He liked using his power, revelling in the status he had over the muggles, making them learn it, but it wasn’t as satisfying as battling aurors. <br><br>He did so love to duel.<br><br>But this wasn’t the night to harass the ministry. His Master’s pleasure was to torment these unfortunates. Barty wasn’t about to defy him just to scratch an itch. “Pick one. They are just getting warmed up. Let see what you’ve got – but don’t use Unforgivables.” The Unforgivables were used too frequently, there were many spells that were less known but still chillingly dark.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:47:05</strong>
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				Elvira shuddered and closed her eyes, oh the things the old man made her want to do; naughty little things that she had to rethink of where they stood to not attempt it. Not because anyone would see them, but because the Muggles disgusted her. Elvira gently wrapped her arms around his arm that was over her shoulder, holding the dead old man. She rubbed her cheek against him with a hum as she closed her eyes—she could still see the blue of the old man. Mmm~, it was tasty, feeling people’s emotions. “Did you see it?” Elvira asked, still lying against his arm. “Isn’t it amazing?”<br><br>Alvira looked into the oldman’s eyes, over his sister’s head; he saw, and yes, it was pleasant. He never took the time to study his kills when he did, not like his sister had. Alvira guess he could enjoy fun like this every once in a while, but he was sure after tonight he would just be killing, nothing more, nothing less—all of them would have to die, and he didn’t care how. Elvira began to kiss her brother’s arm, and he dropped the old man, the red lipstick long since dried and smudged against her lips—not that messy, actually, just stained slightly red like she tried to wipe it off after freshly applying; or maybe like she was cold, and her mouth was turning a frost bitten pink—only a bit was seen on part of her cheek and the corner of her mouth; though it looked like she was eating him, as her mouth lingered against his forearm, eyes closed in bliss like a woman enjoying her chocolate.<br><br>“Green.” Elvira mumbled against his robes; Alvira knew what she meant, but he couldn’t help look at the top of her head quizzically. Alvira bent his arm once she kissed between his elbow, and he wrapped it around her head. Elvira went limp in the ‘embrace’, and he dragged his fingers through her hair slightly, over her ear and the side of her head, and then down to rest above her shoulder. His arm was around her neck as if he was going to snap it, but he gently held it there; a half hug. “Get me green eyes.” Elvira opened her brown ones, and raised her hands to rest on his arm.<br><br>“Fine.” Alvira released her, turning to look over at the two women in the distance, and walked off as stiff and slouched as ever—almost in a pout. Alvira knew they were there, he saw them come up while he strangled the old man. Maybe he was nervous, why he was looking around in the first place, but he should always know who was watching, or, at least, try to. They were nobodies, just trainees having a bit of fun. Yes, they were nobodies because he didn’t care for anybody, but it, too, was also because they were unmarked. He wasn’t some status loving groupie, trying to be the most important to the Dark Lord; he just respected his Lord’s branding, and apparently the Dark Lord didn’t brand uselessness.<br><br>Alvira saw someone with green eyes, where was he? Going down a street, he spotted a house; he kicked the door open—a little too easily—and pillaged the house. It wasn’t until he reached the kitchen, was when he saw why everything was so messy, it was two dead men, laying across the ground, staring at him with glossy eyes; one brown, the other a dark green. Damn, he killed them already; Alvira scratched his head and growled.<br><br>Elvira wasn’t so gifted, she was not as jittery as her brother; maybe she was cursed with a never threatened life, but she didn’t watch her surroundings, not one as decaying and ruined as this. Oh, she just yawned; she was tired. Waking up at six every morning would do that to a person. Elvira stretched pretty cat like, and twisted her torso almost in a dance; that’s when she saw them. The two women who seemed to have been watching her; if she was careless like her brother, she would have mistaken them for Muggle—no, they looked too calm to be inhabitants of this town. Were they this Night Consumers her brother was a part of? Well, she might as well find out with an introduction. Elvira’s heels tapped over to them, seeing them in conversation; she hope she wasn’t interrupting… no, actually, she did.<br><br>“Hello,” Oops, her brother told her not to talk to anyone, should she listen? Maybe he was just being catty, but he wasn’t here now, so his rules didn’t count now, “allow me to introduce myself, I am Elvira Hertz.” No accent present whatsoever, though every word was pronounced with the purest of precision; as if it was beaten into her harshly, and it was. She placed her hands on her hips, but not in anger, or superiority, just a pose, as she pushed her pelvis forward and to the side, one leg straight, the supporter, the other knee bent inward (to make her hips look curvy large), pointed toe shoes pointed inward cutely. Elvira smiled with mischief glinting in her eyes, “Tell me you two are having as much fun as I am.” She talked as if this was a party, as if the three of them were in a lounge right now, searching for conversations from other socialites.
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				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 17:44:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">Ky watched as everything seemed to proceed through its natural course she felt. Pushing her hair out of her face as she rolled her eyes carefully when the sibling left she smirked and then went over joyous as the muggle tore her own body to pieces. It was such a marvelous site to watch the filthy low down scum break her own body into a bloody mushy mess, "Such extacy..." She purred carefully as she stared on. It drove her into a bloody fury to watch it all until finally she noticed Bellatrix leave and then the marvelous death curse came upon the bloody pile which was supposed to be filth. Chills ran down the young small deatheater then, "God damn..." She sang softly.<br><br>Slowly then she looked across the way to her lord whom she idlized with pure lust. It was something she felt she must do as she slowly slunk her almost snake like body towards her master. Lowering her eyes in pure honor to the Dark Lord Kyraina Smith spoke with pure respect, "My lord... the filth at which you've been making keep my eyes upon has given us a little information... He shall not remember what he has said though by morning... I did not kill just as commanded... but what we thought was true is..." She then raised her eyes as she came out of her low bow/curtsey. Holding her hands together like the perfect spectrum of the poster teacher's pet Kyraina smiled an almost venomous smirk just like that of the blood which raced through her veins, "There was not only one boy whom was prophecied... the Longbottoms also have a son whom seems to be promising just like the Potter's boy..." She knew she'd done well or at least she believed she had her masters response would be the judge of that though. She hoped her information would please her lord though for she needed a reason to please him just as much as Bellatrix did or maybe with her luck even more so.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 18:28:36</strong>
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				Damien: Proving his worth. <br><br>A slightly larger cloaked man Apperated at the&nbsp; back of the graveyard. He knew he was late, but that was not his fault...Father had been slightly stubborn, several times trying to get out of the fate coming to him. He smiled darkly under his hooded cloak, making his way through the graveyard, up to The Dark Lord. "My Lord." he whispered, kneeling down in front of him. Normally, Damion would not be permitted here, not a true blood like the others, but merely a half. Worse yet, his mother was a half Giantess. He smiled a cruel inward smile.&nbsp; "I bring congradulations from My family, and also bring my Father." He reached into his cloak, pulling out his fathers fear stricken, still living face.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 23:58:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br><hr><br>Bastien smirked, slightly relieved that he wasn't attacked. This Death Eater out ranked him and that usually meant they were stronger too. Still, he was sure once his mother was out of office, he could present himself as a useful asset to the Dark Lord and be Marked as well. He watched as the Death Eater released his spell on the Muggles and he smiled again, "I must admit, I am quite used to using the Imperius Curse...but only because I stand to be a liability at times..." he admitted softly as he walked over to the withering Muggles, "They are rather pathetic, aren't they?"<br><br>He reached out with his wand and used it to tip up the male muggle's head, "I think this one," he didn't know who the Death Eater was, but felt comfortable in the fact that they were both here for the same thing, "The males always put up more of a fight..."<br><br>Standing back, closer to Barty, Bastien looked around the room. Due to him always having to use a third party to send information to the Dark Lord, he tended to do the same thing with his spells. He saw a kitchen not far away, "Be right back..." he walked off to the kitchen and came back out with a handful of kitchen knives. He lined them up on a coffee table before going back towards Barty. Bastien raised his wand at the knives, "<em>Oppugno</em>," they twitched around the table for a moment before shooting up into the air. His wand then went to the Muggle, giving the knives their target, "Don't kill. Only maim," no sense in destroying their fun so soon.<br><br>The knives aimed and shot at the muggle like bullets. The man started squirming and flailing as the knives started to prick and jab at his body, "I don't care much for the screaming, but I do like seeing them squirm," he said rather blankly to Barty.<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br><hr><br>Lavender was so captivated by watching Alvira strangle the man. She hadn't even noticed August coming up to her. She jumped and nearly fell off her barrel when the other female started speaking to her. Clearing her throat a little, she nodded, "Yes. They are..." though she was much more interested in Alvira. He was so strong. Lavender had never know a wizard that would or could strangle a human without the use of magic. Lavender knew her father would never approve of a man like that. Nor would her mother...not that she thought she stood a chance at even being on a first name basis with a man like that.<br><br>When Elvira came over to them, she thought about hopping off her barrel and running off, but she didn't. That wasn't proper. Elvira was beautiful, much more so than herself. It was obvious what this one lacked in physical strength she made up for in mental strength. This one was powerful, just in a different way. The way she was dressed and stood spoke volumes to Lavender, "I'm Lavender Ackerly," she muttered softly. <br><br>Despite how Elvira held herself, Lavender technically out ranked her. She may not have been marked, but she was still a Death Eater. With that in mind, she straightened her back and tried to look a little more imposing, "Pleasure to meet you, Elvira. Is that...uh..." she didn't know his name, "...that man? Is he your brother?"<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>The Dark Lord was content to sit here for the rest of the night, ending the night in a big bang by blowing up Riddle House. But low ranked Death Eater came before him and gave him news that was quite upsetting. Voldemort had chosen the Potter boy as the child of prophecy because at the time that was the only known child to be born during the time the prophecy stated and because he was half-blood. Sadly, the prophecy had not stated a blood status. Any male child born at the end of the seventh month could be the child. Now there was another one. That was why he'd sent Ky to St. Mungo's to get information on any child that might have been born in July, 1980, "The Longbottoms..." he growled. A perfectly good, pure-blood family. Voldemort did not like spilling pure-blood, but he couldn't allow any child that could be the child of prophecy to live. He just couldn't, "Thank you Kyraina. This information will be quite useful..." even though it upset him, it was also good to know, "You'll be rewarded for you work...now please, go," he had matters to attend to.<br><br>Of course one presented it self as Damien apparated. He hated half-bloods and half-species, but some of them were useful for menial tasks. The part-Gaint dragged his worthless father up to him and he sneered, "Did you really think you could get away from us? It pains me to know that a once great Death Eater like yourself would run to the Aurors," Damien's father had become a thorn in his side.<br><br>"Damien. Kill him. Now," if Damien ever wanted to move up in ranks, he'd have to prove he could be as ruthless as Lucius, Bellatrix, and Barty.
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				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 00:09:15</strong>
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				Damien grinned savagly,&nbsp; setting the head&nbsp; on the ground, he looked down. "You were my way in Father.." He whispered, placing his thick food on the heads forehead. But you see, people must be stepped on to rise.." He smirked, effortlessly transfiguring the ground beneath his father to harder than his bone, and stepped. He snarled lightly,&nbsp; "I stepped in traitor..." he leered to the remains of the body, hopping over exaduratly to the nearest portion of grass and wiping the last bit of his father into nothing. He stepped back, taking a knee in front of The Dark Lord. "My Lord" he rumbled in servitude.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 00:34:16</strong>
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				<strong>August Gaust</strong><br><br>Lavender's reaction surprised August who involuntarily took a step back, but she otherwise kept her composure. Kel gave noticed to Lavender for a moment but then went back to watching the siblings. Seeing someone like Lavender was calming to August who was pleased to know there was another much like herself. She and Snape were also alike (although August had no idea Snape was a double agent), neither liked killing and avoided it whenever possible. If he wasn't so stiff and solemn, August might have tried to get closer to him; instead he intimidated her and turned her off. It was unfortunate and something she wished wasn't so; she wanted more people to be close too. <br><br>Giving Lavender a soft smile, August nodded to her comment. Noticing the way Lavender responded allowed her to realize Lavender was eying the big and dumb Death Eater. He was new but it was obvious he didn't have much in the way of intelligence. His advancement so high up the ranks was surprising to her. Voldemort seemed to value intelligence and creativity more than brute force; then again he did use any resource he thought would prove useful beyond a one time event. That meant there had to be something more about him than she knew. <br><br>Eying him awhile for herself, her contemplating of the brute was interrupted as Elvira walked up to them both. The young woman was, frankly, almost revolting in her choice of fashion. Was she insane? Wearing hot pink and high heels to a slaughter? She looked like an American Barbie Doll more than a real woman. August was quickly forming an opinion of her and it wasn't so lofty as the ones she held of her hearts content, Gemini and Ballatrix. Keeping any snide remarks to herself, August merely gave a simple greeting to the woman, whom wasn't even a Death Eater. What was she even doing here? August almost rolled her eyes at the thought. <br><br>Kel's tongue snapped out at a quick pace as Elvira moved closer, his gun metal body inching out a little further. He wasn't taking any chances with the new one. August ignored his protectiveness, having learned long ago it was useless trying to stop him unless she used magic to cease his movements. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 03:07:10</strong>
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				Once Bella left the Dark Lord's side, any muggle survivors in the village had reason to be afraid, because Bella was in a great mood, a manic mood, and she shrieked with hysterical laughter as she skipped through the road that had the houses lined on it. Most of them were burning, but some weren't, and those were the ones she had her eyes on. She slid into one of the darkened houses. The lights were off, but someone was home, they were hiding...scared like little mice in a labyrinth. <br><br>Bella cackled quietly, her face in the most enormous smile she could uncontrollably put on. She could smell them, the muggle sweat, the filth in their veins penetrated so heavily through the house that she could almost tell exactly where they were. "Ssssh" she heard under the staircase. Her laugh grew a little louder.<br><br>"Yesssss" she hissed, "Be quiet, the bad lady might find you!" <br>She retracted her wand and pointed it at the staircase. "Lumos Maxima!" she called quietly, generating a brilliantly bright light on the tip of her wand that lingered there and showed clearly the young man and his son, hiding like the muggle cowards they were beneath the staircase. Bella's twisted smile shone at them as her wand pointed directly at the young man. "Locomotor Mortis!" she cast, causing his legs to instantly lock together, so he could crawl but not walk, scream but not run, see and hear everything but not do anything about it. <br>"Come here little boy." She ordered the younger man's son gently, humming a weird version of her own lullaby for him. She had a beautiful voice, but her insanity made it a terrifying song when her face was set as hers was. The boy shook on his father, begging him to get up, begging him to untwist his legs, but as much as the younger man wished it, his muggle blood would be the reason that his own son died right in front of his eyes. <br><br>"Yes! Please daddy! Daddy get up! You have to get up!" Bella mocked the little boy, sitting right beside his father now, pleading into his ear and sounding genuine about it...until she began harking with laughter again. She grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him out from under the staircase, levitating him in the air and turning him upside down. <br>"Please! Put him down!" The father begged, his legs still twisted into a tightly locked position. <br>"Oh please, put my son down!" Bella mocked again. "Just shut up!" Her mood suddenly cracked into a more serious gear as if it were a completely different person. "You of all people, of all muggle's do not talk to me as if I'm your equal. You're dirt!" she laughed hoarsely.<br>"Diffindo!" She shouted, her back turned to the boy in mid air, but her wand fully pointed at him as the cutting curse&nbsp; slashed a deep cut from his chest to his hips. The boy began screaming as the blood rushed out of him, falling onto the floor beneath him like a thick, deep-red shower of filth. Bella's laugh broke into an evil cackle as she saw the spectacle and the horror of the boy's father's face, trying desperately to pull himself towards his son, crying and screaming and pleading for her to stop, but she would never. <br><br>The boy's screams became weaker and weaker as his body lost its color and blood, staining the wooden floor beneath it. "You monster!" The father shouted at her. Bella stopped laughing, she glared at him, dropping her wand and with it the boy's nearly lifeless body to the floor with a loud crack, breaking his spine.<br><br>"Monster?" She asked, almost sounding offended. "I never thought of myself that way..." her face slowly grew into an appreciative evil grin again, as she swung her wand around and pointed it directly at the father's face. "Beg for your filthy life."<br><br>And he did. But that was what she wanted, and it didn't change the outcome of this plague's fate. "Avada Kadabra!" she shrieked in a frenzy, hearing the final thud as his body fell to the ground, and then the obliterating silence, echoed by her maniacal laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 04:37:53</strong>
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				"P....please." The muggle woman, now covered in her own blood and trembling as she lay on the ground before Lucius begged him weakly. "Please just end my life, you have taken my child, my husband. Just kill me." He had to admire her strength, to beg for death when others were pleading for life. He had to admit had he had any sympathy at all for her that he might have granted her request....as it stood he didn't. He turned away from her, not looking at her. "You are going to live with the knowledge that you couldn't save their lives. That because you were weak, unable to protect the ones you loved that you couldn't save them." He said coldly, playing with her head as he turned and walked away from her, leaving her bloodied and sobbing on the ground. <br><br>He could have granted her death....could have by why? When living with the knowledge he had given her was more then enough to torture the woman now and for the rest of her miserable life. Which wouldn't be too long considering she was probably likely to commit suicide from her grief. He smiled wickedly to himself at the thought. He turned and watched his sister in law toying with some muggles, he had to hand it to her, she had an insane quality about her that he sometimes admired and other times frightened him. He had a very hard time sometimes letting her near his own son, for fear that her insanity might give the poor boy the fright.<br><br>He headed off, again in search of something to entertain him enough for him to enjoy the celebration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 07:48:24</strong>
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				‘Lavender’, huh? Femininity, and elegance; the women’s royal purple, a matured pink. So the woman in front of her was delicate and precious? A mystery, lavender was, not as deep as it’s sister purple, but still a mystery, a gentle, elusive mystery that needed to be solved with care. August, the ending of summer and beginning of spring; the month that wallowed in the last breath of summer air. Sharing the transitioning period between summer and fall with September; not as acknowledged as its brother, September, but just as important. Chilled to the bone by fall, and set aflame by summer; the month was so confused, it never knew rather to be hot or cold, much like its cousin March; though so much more bitter.<br><br>“A pleasure, most assuredly, ladies.” Elvira smiled, eyes flicking slightly to the snake.<br><br>Oh how cute, not the snake’s appearance—<em>that</em> creeped her out greatly—she meant how it seemed to move around, flicking it’s tongue. Those things couldn’t hear, they felt the world around them—could it feel her happiness from the old man? She was sure her nerves were practically screaming at the time, animals always had this sense of things, things human bodies could give off, but never detect; maybe it smelled her. It was also turning in her direction; poor thing couldn’t move its eyeballs, so its movements were not discreet in the slightest. Elvira also wondered what it tasted on her; it flicked its tongue quite viciously.<br><br>Her grin grew delicately larger, top layer of teeth showing, mouth slightly parted, listening as Lavender questioned her about her brother. “Mhm, he is,” and so much more, “he’s my older brother; Alvira.”<br><br>It didn’t hurt her to say it, she was quite glad he was her brother, proud, actually; at least she wasn’t calling him her guardian anymore (though adding ‘angel’ at the end was cute, for a while). Though she felt like so much more; like now, she felt like a wife, being taken to a place like this, meeting his employers like the woman of the house should. She often wondered what he did, a little jealously; these were the people who kept him away from her at odd ends of the night, but if he was doing things like this, then she forgave them. Speaking of which, she wanted to see those green eyes fill with emotions; it was like a drug, watching them tell her how they felt—she really wanted to see that again. Alvira came looming back into the neighborhood, holding a tween girl under his arm like one would a football; she kicked, screeched, and batted at him, but his stone like abs hurt her more than him. He came up behind her sister, not glancing at the two women, and Elvira turned hearing his heavy foot falls.<br><br>“What took you so long?” Elvira pouted.<br><br>“They wouldn’t look at me.” Alvira admitted, it was true, none of the other men he found had green eyes, and not many of the women would glance up at him, they would cower in fear with eyes closed or heads buried. He didn’t have the patients for them, he had to literally shake this little girl he held to get her to show her eyes to him; she might have gaze around in a daze, but she still showed them to him.<br><br>“Oh!” Elvira cooed, the little girl had short blonde hair, metal on her teeth, and tears staining her dirty face; she was absolutely adorable. Elvira looked over to August and Lavender, “have you ever looked into the eyes of a dying child?” Elvira asked, standing up from her crouched position in front of the girl’s face. “I have not, but I know it will be glorious.” She told, and turned back to her brother.<br><br>Alvira already had the girl bound—he would have done so earlier, but it was <em>something</em> about her screams and struggle—he raised her up in front of Elvira (her neck was so thin, he could choke her from behind), Elvira scooted to the side so she wouldn’t block the other’s view; it was a celebration, wasn’t it? They should share the joy with the two women. Ah~ her forest green eyes turned into a vibrant green, making the brown, that wasn’t noticeable at first, pop—she was terrified now. The green started to turn a deeper moss color, the brown flecks turning a lovely gold—friendly little passion. It then started to mold into a rusty gold, the green only a tint now; it wasn’t until that celadon color exploded from her pupil, did Elvira close her eyes in bliss. Alvira was watching his sister’s eyes this time, he could see the emotion dance in her dark eyes, he always knew what she was feeling, but it was nice to see it in her eyes every once in a while. His eyes then flicked to the two women—Elvira was empathic when she looked into eyes, eh? What was the August girl seeing—did she see the colors his sister seen? What did meek little Lavender see, was it the same, did she understand the colors. Were there even colors, or did him and his sister make them up? Alvira stared at Lavender longer than he should, his eyes on hers, but he wasn’t <em>seeing</em>, he was in his mind, deep inside it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 17:58:53</strong>
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				Kyraina was very pleased with how her master was so gracious in her mind towards her with the imformation given. Bowing carefully once more as her master told her she would be rewarded, but must leave for now Kyraina nodded, "Yes my lord..." with that she vanished from the graveyard and into the streets of the town that was already raving with blood and death, "Oh such sweet sweet.... EXTACY!" she shouted then laughed her voice maniacal and vicious. Raising her wand carefully she began to set building where the smell of death already was present on fire with one of her favorite spells. As she pranced through the street though she heard the maniacal laughter of her rival Bellatrix coming from a house not far from her.<br><br>Carefully entering the house almost slithering just like that of a very poisonous snake Kyraina came upon Bellatrix and the bodies of two filthy <em>dogs.</em> Smirking wonderfully down at the bodies from where she stood near the entrance of the door Ky spoke, "Such a marvelous work Ms. Lestrange..." Her voice dripped heavily with the sarcasm at which she liked to use against Bellatrix many of days. She heavily despised the woman for she was so torcherous on playing out the role of one of the dark lord's finest that it sickened her. Tapping her red oak and dragonstring wand against her hip Kyraina looked down at the ground slowly soaking in the blood of the dead making her shake with extacy and lust. <br><br>"Such pathetic creatures they are..." she spoke finally after a few moments eyes slowly rolling over to look at the bodies on the ground, "So easy to guide to a slaughter like pigs to the electricity shock..." She then giggled like a venomous, but giddy little school girl. She then looked up once more to Bellatrix wanting to break the foul news to her rival, but kept her mouth shut knowing soon in time the news would be revealed to her and the rest of the group. It had been good now of her to stay back away from the group until most had left so she could reveal what she had found out. St. Mungo's had been so easy to infiltrate, but the man behind the magic on the childeren of that year and month had not been so. She'd had to torture him for a while which had been fun, but not being allowed to kill him after she'd wormed it out of him had not. She'd wanted the filthy little pig dead, but since he was of magic and needed possibly later the dark lord had ordered him stunned into not remembering nothing more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:15:26</strong>
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				Bella's laugh suddenly cut off as she heard the newcomer behind her. She spun around sadistically and faced her. Kyraina she was called, and how useless she was, thought Bella to herself. <br><br>"I suppose you....could have done better?" she asked with equal sarcasm and that hint of original Bellatrix Lestrange insanity in her voice. She quite enjoyed the company of a rival, even though they fought towards the same purpose, she could smell the jealousy off her skin. She stepped closer to the fragile looking girl, biting her lips as she grinned maliciously. <br><br>"Did you want to demonstrate? I was just on my way to the next house." She teased, drawing her wand along the girls neck, looking at her while Bella paced around her in circles. "I do rather enjoy the company of someone so...new." she laughed hysterically as she grabbed the girls hand and pulled her with her into the street. <br><br>It was chaos, absolute chaos. Fire everywhere, screaming, laughing (mainly from Bella's mouth, but also other death eaters), and darts of green light here and there. Bella released the girl and ran towards a fleeing muggle, running up behind her and grabbing her around the back of the head, holding her in a tight lock. Bella began walking backwards, pulling the flailing filthy muggle with her to Kyraina. <br><br>"Here...let's see your true potential." she laughed, licking the woman's cheek who was crying in her arms, half choking, but not enough to make her faint, only to irritate her throat. "Kill her, but make her suffer first" she pushed the woman forward toward Kyraina, watching her try to flee. "Imperio!" she shouted, and the woman stopped dead.<br><br>"Come back." she said with a singing voice. "And sit here." and she did. <br><br>"Well?" she looked at Kyraina, excitement sparkling in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 20:06:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>Voldemort watched, with very little interest, as the part-giant killed his father. It was nice to see such loyalty. The two could have been a good pair for working together, but Damien's father had tried to give the Ministry information about the Death Eaters. He couldn't let that go without punishment. He doubted he could ever accept a part-giant into the inner circle of Death Eaters, but at the same time he knew that if someone proved them self useful enough he would. <br><br>The male knelt before him and he nodded lightly, "Very good. Now, unless you have anything else for me, go join the others. I want this village burnt down by sun up. <em>But</em> do not touch that house," he pointed a thin finger to Riddle House, which wasn't far from the graveyard. That house was for him to take down and him alone.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br><hr><br>Lavender nodded lightly as Elvira said that Alvira was her older brother. It was obvious that Elvira wasn't a Death Eater and really had no place here. That meant that Alvira had brought her here. That also meant that they were very close. From what she'd seen before, he would do nearly anything for his sister...it seemed.<br><br>Before she saw anything, Alvira came back. He was dragging some little girl with him. Lavender perked an eyebrow a little as she listened to the small exchange between the siblings. She wasn't sure what she thought about killing children. Obviously they were filthy Muggles and didn't deserve to live, but couldn't a Muggle child be useful? They could be taught and trained to respect pure-bloods. Still, Voldemort wanted this town demolished. That meant that children too, "No. No I haven't," she admitted when asked if she'd seen the eyes of a dying child, "I don't spend much time around children."<br><br>Instead of watching the child, she found herself looking over the bound child's shoulder and watching Alvira. He seemed so...quiet. Like he was more muscle than brain. Surely there had to be something about him to make him of use to the Dark Lord. While Elvira was focused on the little girl's eyes, she watched Alvira's eyes. They were hazel, at least that's how it appeared in the night time. Overall, he looked very rough. Not all put together and clean cut like Barty, Evan, and Lucius. <br><br>When his eyes moved up to look at herself and August, she quickly adverted her eyes to the little girl. Watching the life slowly leave her green eyes. They were pretty eyes. It was a little sad that she wouldn't get to grow up and use those eyes to flatter some young man.<br><br>Not wanting to stick around to see the girl's body stop struggling as she died, Lavender slipped off the barrel and put her Death Eater mask back on before starting off down the street. There was no reason to excuse herself. August and Elvira were no better ranked than herself and she wasn't about to interrupt Alvira just to say she was leaving. She left the small group behind as she slipped into an already broken in house not far from them. There was blood dripping from the hall walls and she figured this was Evan's work. He did so enjoy blowing things up.<br><br>Carefully, she stepped around things that she assumed were body parts. Lavender wasn't about to take a closer look. She walked into the kitchen and helped herself to a bottle of wine she found in the back of the third cabinet she raided. There were no wine glasses, Evan had blown them up too apparently, so she submitted to drinking straight from the bottle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 12:28:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4180503#msg4180503">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 25-01-2011, 23:58:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bastien smirked, slightly relieved that he wasn't attacked. This Death Eater out ranked him and that usually meant they were stronger too. Still, he was sure once his mother was out of office, he could present himself as a useful asset to the Dark Lord and be Marked as well. He watched as the Death Eater released his spell on the Muggles and he smiled again, "I must admit, I am quite used to using the Imperius Curse...but only because I stand to be a liability at times..." he admitted softly as he walked over to the withering Muggles, "They are rather pathetic, aren't they?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Behind his mask, Barty grinned, the fellow wizard coming into the room. "Imperius does have its uses, it can even be entertaining, but... mmm. The Unforgivables are... brutish. Perfect for getting things done but not much scope for play." He sighed and looked at the weak, powerless muggles. "Ah, yes, they are. I prefer prey that at least stands a chance. Yet this holds a... perverse pleasure." Like plucking wings from a doxxie, or snapping the legs of a bowtruckle.<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4180503#msg4180503">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 25-01-2011, 23:58:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He reached out with his wand and used it to tip up the male muggle's head, "I think this one," he didn't know who the Death Eater was, but felt comfortable in the fact that they were both here for the same thing, "The males always put up more of a fight..."<br><br>Standing back, closer to Barty, Bastien looked around the room. Due to him always having to use a third party to send information to the Dark Lord, he tended to do the same thing with his spells. He saw a kitchen not far away, "Be right back..." he walked off to the kitchen and came back out with a handful of kitchen knives. He lined them up on a coffee table before going back towards Barty. Bastien raised his wand at the knives, "Oppugno," they twitched around the table for a moment before shooting up into the air. His wand then went to the Muggle, giving the knives their target, "Don't kill. Only maim," no sense in destroying their fun so soon.<br><br>The knives aimed and shot at the muggle like bullets. The man started squirming and flailing as the knives started to prick and jab at his body, "I don't care much for the screaming, but I do like seeing them squirm," he said rather blankly to Barty.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Barty nodded and kept his wand aimed at the muggle pair, the woman gabbling something that was too warped by her weeping to make any sense, the man looking around frantically as if seeking something to help their dire situation. "It's a shame we do not have longer to play," Barty signed, "I don't often get to. And there was something I was meaning to attempt - but it would take longer than we have time for. But the Dark Lord is merciful, his will is that we raze the village, so you will not suffer long. Be grateful."<br><br>He had spoken loud enough that the interloper might hear him from the other room. How long had he been in here all ready? Not long, but he knew it was foolish to linger - more the overzealous followers outside and the possibility that someone might not check the house didn't have one of their number within before hurling magic its way. Barty tsked himself for not leaving a clear mark on the door.<br><br>Bastien returned carrying knives. A thrill of anticipation washed through Barty as he watched, curiously. The charm snatched the knives and made them attack the snared man, darting around him, his clothes becoming tatters as his skin was slashed to pieces. The man's smooth comment was difficult to hear over the pair's cries, but Barty heard. "Finite, silencio." He released the man's body bind, so he might fight and thrash, but muted his piteous wails. <br><br>"When they are worked on long enough, when every bit of hope is cut away, their screams sound different. It's rather enchanting." Unlike the stoic man, Barty couldn't help the eager hunger from colouring his speech. He had seen Bellatrix's husband at his version of play, several months before. It was beautiful. Barty had been trying to recreate the effect but he just couldn't. <br><br>Unable to withhold himself any longer, he turned his attention to the woman. He walked over to her and she screamed, "No, no, no, God help me, no, no!"<br><br>Barty stroked his wand, considering, then pointed at her midriff. "Immobulus." He pointed to her head, felt a smirk twist his lips. "Caput Meridiem." Her body twisted around so that her feet pointed North. He pointed at them, next and said, "Caput Septintrio."<br><br>Almost at once, she began to scream wordlessly. Barty silenced her after a few moments, tilting his head and wondering what would prove the stronger, her body or the simplistic spell.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 18:13:29</strong>
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				Kyraina's eyes closed carefully as she was dragged almost seemingly against her will into the street, but the extacy of the pain she could induce was enough to get that out of her mind anyways. Pushing her hair out of her face as a deep smirk came acrossed her face, "Oh dear dear Bellatrix your so easily intrigued by things aren't you, but then again so am i..." She then looked down upon the muggle brought to her whom seemed completely fear stricken. Looking down upon the woman her eyes almost darkening in pure pleasure and extacy Ky raised her wand licking her lips.<br><br>"Lets start with something just for fun shall me you filth... <em>Furnunculus!</em>" As she said this tons of boils began forming on the muggle filth's skin causing her to freak out and scream at the pain as a few even began to pop causing an almost kiddish giggle to emit from Kyraina's lips, "Isn't this fun you filth... no no you must not move for this is only the begining now be still! Imperio!" Even though the curse had been used once already it had only been used to get the woman to come back and sit, but not to sit still so she was forced to stay still and endear the pain that was being thrown upon her by the boils.<br><br>"Now thats better don't you think?" She said as she grinned almost venomously at the woman stuck dealing with the pain, "No? Not enough yet you say..."<br><br>"Please... enough... no more..." the woman begged and it made Kyraina laugh.<br><br>"No more... No more?! Oh you silly filth no more has no meaning to me in my book now... Diffindo!" She shouted cutting and ripping at the womans clothes and skin which in turn popped and exploded more of the boils which were set upon her making her scream out in pain even more, "Such simple curses can cause so much fun..." Kyraina said. She was leaving the curse that Bellatrix loved most for last for she knew that the woman wouldn't like it if she herself used it in her presence and this was one of Kyraina's only chances to get into Bellatrix's <em>good graces</em> even if it was for her own purpose.<br><br>"Now Dear Bellatrix would you like to make her pain even worse? I'm quite sure you have something you'd like to do or say to this disgusting filth am i right?" she said this giving her the hint, but she wasn't sure if Bellatrix would do it. This was to a degree Kyraina's own test from bellatrix, but it was also Kyraina's way of getting into Bellatrix's head for a while too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:16:14</strong>
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				Davus stormed into one of the rooms, having kicked the flimsy wooden door open. His eyes still held the anger of the encounter with August. Death was on his mind and this time he wasn't going to fool around with some poor muggle and leave their death to someone else. Inside the sparse room two women huddled against the wall, somewhat concealed by the bed. Before their eyes the bed swung away, fully revealing them and pain struck deep within both of them after quick snaps of his wand, using his wife's favorite spell. <br><br>The other half had walked up as he began his swift torture of the two, but Gemini hung back. She enjoyed watching him, especially when her raped other women. Most wives would have felt anger and jealousy to see their man with another woman; instead Gemini felt it was like watching from afar what she shared with him when he had her in his arms, thrusting deep within. This time there would be no rape and she was just as equally pleased to watch her love. <br><br>Davus cast Immobulus on both the women then walked over to one and took a hold of her arm. "Brackium Emendo," he chanted. Smiling as the arm turned to 'gel', he released the arm and watched as it giggled for many moments as the spell kept it from falling to the woman's side. He had intentionally cast the spell wrong to achieve the affect of removing bone. The woman screamed in morbid horror as she realized what had happened to her arm. Her companion looked on shock, then looked to Davus, pleading with him for mercy. He did not hear her cries, having tuned them out the moment he heard their cries. <br><br>For the other woman he took her to the window, opening it and pushed her outside. A moment later she was going high into the sky, until she was almost a quarter her size; then Davus ended both spells and watched as she plummeted to her demise below on the ground. A large bone crushing mix of sounds, <em>splat, crunch, smack</em>, resounded a good distance as the woman was ended. Turning back to other woman, Davus spotted his wife watching him. He didn't react to her as he continued the few feet to the muggle. He was too angry to smile, to angry to kiss her; his affections could wait until someone paid for the attack on him and her. <br><br>The last woman was sobbing, having released her bowls in the utter terror which gripped her fully. Davus sneered at the smell, wrinkling his nose in an attempt to stifle the stench. "Disgusting," he spoke, loud enough to be a moderate whisper. The smell turned him off bad enough that he didn't want to torture her any longer. Using the killing curse, Davus turned away leaving the lifeless body to suspended in mid air. <br><br>Moving to Gemini, Davus roughly pulled her to him and kissed her firmly. Gemini closed her eyes with the passionate kiss, unresisting in her strong and willful Dragon's embrace. After the too short kiss, Davus pulled away and walked down the hall; it was far too short and it left Gemini longing for more. Her eyes watched him go with desire beginning to burn beneath the brown of her eyes. They now had unfinished business to take care of once this celebration was over. <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 20:17:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br><hr><br>"Nor do I," he commented lightly as the other said that he didn't get to play like this often, "It's difficult to get away from home," the only reason he had managed to get away tonight without an escort was because all the Aurors were busy at the Potter's house. Damage control. Had it not been for that, he would still be sitting at home with an Auror sitting outside his door. Oh how he hated it. He prayed that the death of the Potter's would be enough to get his mother removed as Minister. He'd have so much more freedom once that happened.<br><br>He watched as the knives pecked and slashed at the Muggle man's skin and clothing. It was almost pleasurable to watch the dark spots of blood drip on the floor or soak into the bits of cloth that clung to the man's body. The Death Eater moved to take care of the female and he listened intently as the other cast his spells. They were ones that he wasn't all too familiar with, "What was that? 'Caput Meridiem' and 'Septintrio'? I don't recall those."<br><br>This Death Eater interested him. He knew who some of them were. Lucius Malfoy for one. Not to mention Evan Rosier. It was easy to pick them out, but he didn't know who this one was. There was something familiar about his voice and Bastien knew he'd heard it at the Ministry. Bastien couldn't help but wonder who this person was, though he doubted he would be given the privilege of knowing. Till he could openly pledge himself to the Dark Lord, it was unlikely that any of the Death Eaters would trust him in the slightest.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier</em></div><br><hr><br>Evan was spending his time in the most pleasant of ways. The house of the young couple he'd broken into was proving to be the highlight of his night. The male was dead, his head splattered against the floor of their bedroom. But the female was still alive. Her body covered with nothing but the blood of her husband as he dragged her by the hair out of the house, "Please be quiet or I'm going to have to hurt you again. Do you want me to do that again?" she sobbed and sniffled as she shook her head, "Good. Now come on..." he dragged her a little further away before turning back to the house, "Say good bye to your home," he sneered before raising his wand, "<em>Bombarda Maxima</em>" the house shook before the wooden frame started to cave in. The woman gasped as she watched the home she'd shared with the love of her life fall to pieces, "Don't worry, you'll be joining him soon enough."<br><br>He looked around, looking at the Death Eater's handwork so far. Dead bodies were already littering the ground. It was a small village, but it had a decent sized population. He just couldn't decide where to go next, "Don't look so sad, I promise you'll have a happy ending...maybe," he really couldn't promise that, "Just keep doing as you're told and you might have a painless end," he smirked as he started to tug her along the street.<br><br>Evan heard the sound of the Gallimean's inside one of the building. Well, he heard Davus and some screams, "Want to meet a friend of mine?" he teasingly asked the Muggle girl. She whimpered and he tugged her along into the building just in time to see Davus leaving behind his beautiful wife after their kiss. He honestly felt that Gemini could do better. She was a talented witch with a very good blood line. She could do much better than Davus. Who, in his opinion, wasn't much of a man. He was unrefined and lacked class, in Evan's opinion, "Hello, Gemini," he spoke softly, bowing at the waist a little.<br><br>"I brought a present for you. She was just too pretty to kill outright. I thought you might enjoy her," he yanked the Muggle girl around by the hair and tossed her on the floor between himself and Gemini. Evan would never take another man's wife, but that didn't mean he couldn't show his affection for her, "I'm sure if you can prove that she is a obedient enough, the Dark Lord might let you keep her as a pet...If not...she could prove to be interesting to toy with before death."
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				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 19:38:15</strong>
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				Bella laughed wildly into the night as Kyraina proposed her to cause the woman suffering. It took quite a while for her insane laugh to die down and her eyes to slowly rest back on the pathetic muggle woman. So far, the 'fellow' death eater had done well, she was on her best way to following in Bella's footsteps. She enjoyed this in a very sadistic way. But when she proposed that Bella finish what she started, and she had settled down from her signature cackle, she 'tsk'd and strolled closer to the small figured girl, grinning at her with a twisted crook. <br><br>"No no no..." she hissed pleasantly, inhaling the scent of her hair deeply before she continued. "It would be in your best interest if you finish her off....really. By now I figure that you understand I like to test people. Your loyalty, until this point has had me wondering whether you can truly align yourself with the Dark Lord for...unselfish reasons." A chesty laugh rumbled through her as she came to the front of Kyraina, staring straight into her eyes.<br><br>"You see, while you desperately want to land under his wing, and you've done fabulously in convincing him thus far...you've applied the same technique as myself, of course he would like you...you are your own version of me when I was at your stage. Yet the one difference that you will never be able to turn to your advantage is that I have history here, and I don't share the selfish greed you do because of it; I just enjoy watching the pitiful creatures suffer, and I would give my life to keep our Dark lord's name unsullied by the tongues of these vermin. Can you honestly say the same for yourself?" She spoke, inches from her face, her eyes reflecting the insanity that was planted deep within her personality, an irreversible, unchangeable fact. <br><br>Her breathing was heavy, she was excited, hyper. She waited for the woman to talk before she answered; "To feel what I feel about the Dark lord, you have to hate yourself first, bind yourself to his way of life second, and breathe only because he lets you. If you can't do that...there's really no point in being here." She laughed, turning away from Kyraina and to the woman. "Kill her...not because you hate her, you think she unworthy, you enjoy her suffering. Kill her because <em>he</em> would spit on her, because <em>he</em> would make her suffer even more, and because <em>he</em> is the only truth."
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 19:52:00</strong>
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				Lucius stopped just before getting out of range of the crying woman, thinking. He really was being too lienent on the woman, she was filth, a muggle. Lowest of the low and he shouldn't let her live while others were dying. He turned back to her and looked at her, sobbing on her front lawn as everything around her was destroyed. He pointed his wand at her and called out. "Avada Kedavra." Then as the sobbing ceased he pointed his wand at the house. "Bombarda Maxima!" He didn't use this spell often but he wanted to explode the house, not just set it on fire. A loud blast filled the air as the house exploded and Lucius grinned at it maliciously. <br><br>He then turned back to the village, looking for his next "plaything" as he walked. So many had joined the celebration now that allot of houses were in flames, allot of bodies strewn in the street. It was music to his ears as he heard screams and filthy muggles pleading for their lives, the lives of their children and mates. They would soon learn pleading would not help them, nothing could help them now. He turned to another house, this one being seemingly empty as he looked around. Perhaps the inhabitants got wise and left before they could be found? He would have seen them, that meant they still had to be here. He continued to search the house, stopping as he heard a whisper beneath the house. Was he imagining it? He didn't think so.<br><br>Lucius crept along the house and found a small trap door. Pulling it open he found a little old couple, huddled together in a small crawl space. If he hadn't heard them he would have just left the house, burning it but they had made thier mistake and now they would pay. "Hello." He said in a calm, soothing voice. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He laughed when they didn't answer, but stared at him wide eyed. "No matter, I'll soon loosen that up." He pointed his wand at the man who was clinging to his wife dearly. "Imperio!" He brought the man under his spell. "Kill her." He said, motioning to the wife.<br><br>"G....Gerald, no!" The old woman sobbed as her husband advanced, unable to stop himself and wrapped his hands around her frail neck, beginning to strangle her as Lucius watched, his eyes shining with laughter at the scene before him.
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				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 18:21:07</strong>
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				Kyraina sadly was almost becoming putty in Bellatrix's hands for a few moments and then came from her own stupor to realize this was for him as Bellatrix said, but she also seemed to want to make this about herself which Kyraina wouldn't allow. She looked straight into Bellatrix's eyes not allowing any fear or hate to betray them. She wanted to beat Bellatrix at her own game and she would... eventually, "I fight only for him no one else... and I of course only breath because he allows it... but i hate for both him and myself..." She wouldn't change that one for a long time if ever.<br><br>"<em>Crucio!</em>" She said side stepping Bellatrix and almost shoving her wand into the muggle's face whom started screaming at the top of her lungs as the pain seared through her frame, "I shall make you suffer just as you were born to do then watch as the lights fade from those pathetic eyes..." She laughed as she looked back upon Bellatrix her own insanity almost seeping out to prove she was no push over and no light weight except to her one and only master the dark lord. She then turned her head back to the woman her body starting to act like the venomous snake she truly loved to be. <br><br>She wasn't about to be out done by the bitch Bellatrix for she wasn't any lower then her even if she had history on her. Keeping the curse on the muggle she watched as her screams almost came to a crushendo before finally she waved her wand once more, "Silence you filth <em>avada kedavra!</em>" The womans face then went pale, her body silent as she collapse onto the ground. Smirking carefully she giggled and raised her wand for one more tiny spell, "Confringo..." She then gave a roudie giggle as the muggles dead body explode in flames.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 19:52:59</strong>
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				<strong>Gemini and Davus Gallimean</strong><br><br><br>Appearing around the corner came Evan, dragging along with himself a tempting young muggle woman. She was stark naked and sobbing. Gemini knew instantly what had happened to her; Evan's lustful appetites were well known among the Death Eaters. Davus paused as Evan passed, greeting his fellow Death Eater with a slight nod of his head. He considered hanging around to see what Rosier wanted but decided to leave Gemini to herself; she disdained when he was overly protective. She was not some frail puppy in need of a vigilant defender. <br><br>Eying the gift she was being given, Gemini measured up the whelp before her. Her brown hair was in tatters, much of her skin covered in blood. The deep brown eyes looked up to Gemini as if begging to be saved from the monster which had just raped her and killed her beloved husband. Receiving no mercy from Gemini she was ignore; Gemini instead looked to the infatuation stricken Death Eater. "She is pretty for a muggle. Why do you not take her permanently? I know you already took her." Gemini walked a little closer to Evan, smirking at him as she spoke her last sentence. <br><br>She enjoyed teasing Evan occasionally. He was persistent in showing his affection for her despite the risks to his health that her husband presented. Evan was tactful, but nevertheless bold. Gemini had refrained long ago on deciding whether she would have liked Evan as a husband or whether she would have loathed him, instead she settled for playing nice with him; part of her felt a little sorry for him because he hadn't been fortunate enough to find a suitable pure blood woman yet. He would be a much more satisfied man if he only had a companion to share his destructive and sexual urges with. <br><br>Having Davus was more than having a man who could ease her sexual longings; he was her mate, a like minded individual, and one she could share her love of magic with. Both understood how magic worked and thus could share that and their creation of spells from that understanding. Her experience with Davus was mind blowing and worth every moment spent. She had no regrets in joining with the Dragon, the Tripple Face; Davus was astonishing. Gemini knew the feelings she felt and so much more was what poor Evan was missing out on. 
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				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 21:08:21</strong>
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				Bella laughed with her...it was almost terrifying how similar their laughs sounded, with the exception that Bella's voice was more hoarse and deep than Kyraina's. She observed as the woman writhed and squirmed, screaming to Bella's delight as if she was being torn apart limb for limb, it had Bella thinking of what she would eat for dinner. She decided on duck, why not share the celebration with her stomach?<br><br>When sadly she put the filthy woman to eternal rest, Bella's face sunk into a sarcastic frown as she; "Awwww"'d and 'tsk''d at her limp body. "Almost not worth even killing her." She sighed. <br><br>She felt a certain competitiveness about the girl, that quite enticed her. Stepping closer as her focus shifted from the now useless carcass to the death eater, she grabbed the girl's face between her hands, sniffing her, running her sharp tongue along her cheek from bottom to the rim of her hairline above her ear. Finally, she stepped back, whirling the taste around in her mouth.<br><br>"Interesting...you taste of...sulphur." she stated bluntly, neutrally, in no sense accusing or admiring, just simply saying. "I wonder what that could possibly mean..." she spoke more to herself than to anyone else, folding her arms and holding her index finger to her bottom lip. <br><br>"I know!" She stared at her and began choking back a laugh. "We'll kill some more...and I'll decipher while we do! Oh it's a brilliant idea! Lead the way my barbaric trophy of our Dark Lord!" She coiled into a laughter that sounded very similar to a hyena's cry, pushing the girl to their next victim. She would have fun with her, she was obviously brave enough to compete with Bellatrix, so Bella was going to make sure to make her courage worth her own entertainment. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 13:28:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4192605#msg4192605">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 28-01-2011, 20:17:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"Nor do I," he commented lightly as the other said that he didn't get to play like this often, "It's difficult to get away from home," the only reason he had managed to get away tonight without an escort was because all the Aurors were busy at the Potter's house. Damage control. Had it not been for that, he would still be sitting at home with an Auror sitting outside his door. Oh how he hated it. He prayed that the death of the Potter's would be enough to get his mother removed as Minister. He'd have so much more freedom once that happened.<br><br>He watched as the knives pecked and slashed at the Muggle man's skin and clothing. It was almost pleasurable to watch the dark spots of blood drip on the floor or soak into the bits of cloth that clung to the man's body. The Death Eater moved to take care of the female and he listened intently as the other cast his spells. They were ones that he wasn't all too familiar with, "What was that? 'Caput Meridiem' and 'Septintrio'? I don't recall those."<br><br>This Death Eater interested him. He knew who some of them were. Lucius Malfoy for one. Not to mention Evan Rosier. It was easy to pick them out, but he didn't know who this one was. There was something familiar about his voice and Bastien knew he'd heard it at the Ministry. Bastien couldn't help but wonder who this person was, though he doubted he would be given the privilege of knowing. Till he could openly pledge himself to the Dark Lord, it was unlikely that any of the Death Eaters would trust him in the slightest.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"'Caput' - it's a banishing charm that is slightly antiquated. It simply sends the target away from the caster, unless it's given direction. 'Meridiem', South. 'Septintrio', North. Why not use tortures muggles invented to use on our kind on them?" His voice trembled with venomous ire, as if the Witch Trials were a recent transgression. Barty fell silent as the woman's joints popped wetly and her screams grew shrill. "Another such torture was... pressing." He twisted his wand over her chest, wordlessly casting the spell.<br><br>Her screams grew shorter almost immediately as a great invisible force settled on her. The screams turned to frantic sobs and incoherent babbling as the weight increased, more and more until she couldn't draw air into her lungs, and still more until the sound of her ribs cracking came. Barty cast a glance at the young man watching, grinning though his mask hid it. He didn't stop the spell, letting it crush the life from the muggle woman. There were muggles still at large in the village, and he could heard houses close by being dragged down to their foundations. <br><br>"Lets find some fresher prey. Finite Incantate." The spell hit the male muggle as well, and his screams were wailing and annoying. Barty stooped, picked up one of the knives that had dropped and slit the muggle's throat. He gargled and flailed, blood rushing from the slice in a wave. "I've never killed like that before. Messy, but oddly satisfying." He dropped the bloody blade, then nodded at the door. "After you." He might trust the loyalist enough to torture along side him, but giving him his back made Barty hesitate.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:04:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier</em></div><br><hr><br>Rosier certainly did have a lustful appetite. He saw no reason not to enjoy himself. Tonight was a celebration, after all. While marriage and even having a child with a Muggle or Half-Blood was not appropriate, there was no harm in sex with one. It was fun to humiliate Muggles in such a way. It wasn't like other Death Eaters didn't do the same at times. Muggles were good for stress relief. Whether it was through torturing and killing them or through raping them or degrading them. Evan's own father had had two or three Muggle 'pets' that he kept around till he was too old to use them anymore. His mother had never thought ill of it. Mostly because wizarding wedding vows were very strict. Divorce was practically unheard of, but there was also the issue of Voldemort would kill anyone that dare take a Muggle as a mate. <br><br>As Gemini got closer to him and teased him about having already played with the muggle girl, he just smiled. He knew he could never have Gemini, but that didn't stop him from giving her attention, "Of course I took her already. I would certainly never want to give you a toy that I didn't know was good enough for you," he commented back. <br><br>Part of the reason Evan had yet to marry was the lack of suitable women his age. So many were blood traitors or Mudbloods. He decided long ago that Hogwarts was no place for someone with his family lineage to find a proper woman for marriage. If he'd been born sooner, he might have had a better chance with Gemini before she'd married. Sadly, that wasn't the case. So he stuck to playing around with Muggles, never even tempting a witch by giving her false expectations, "If you don't want her, I'll just have to send her along to meet her filthy, muggle husband in the afterlife," while they hadn't been told they couldn't keep a muggle if they found one, but Evan was sure that they were supposed to kill everyone in the village, "Wouldn't you rather make her last few hours of life good? She's been very obedient," he reached down and pet the sobbing woman's hair, "I though you and Davus would enjoy her..." yes, he could be kind to Davus when he had to be. Evan knew it would do him no good to get on Davus' bad side. Not because he feared the Dragon man, but because Davus could make it difficult for these small interactions between himself and Gemini.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br><hr><br>Bastien listened intently as the other explained the spells, "That's wonderful," he said with a smirk as he watched the muggles thrashing around in pain. This was so much more fun than he thought it would be. He would have to get out more often like this in the future. Bastien only hoped that he would be able to do this again. It was so exhilarating to have such freedom. Not since he was a child had he been allowed to witness such things. He owed a lot to his former tutor, who was now dead and gone from old age. <br><br>He eagerly watched as the Death Eater picked up one of the knives and slit the muggle man's throat, "Nothing better than doing something with your own hands. Magic does suck the fun out of some things like that," why always use a magic, instant death or clean death when you could watch the life slowly drip out of them drop of blood by drop of blood. Much like Barty, he was hesitant to accept walking out of the room first. His tutor had always taught him never to turn his back on people.&nbsp; Even with the mask on, Bastien could tell the Death Eater was not about to do the same. While he was sure that he was of higher status in society than this man, he was outranked in the way of a Death Eater. Bowing a little, he walked out first, wand clutched in his pale fingers just in case.<br><br>The village was slowly turning into hell. Houses were smoking, some crumbled, and there were plenty of screams to be heard. Bastien knew he wouldn't be able to stay much longer. The Aurors were bound to be done wit the Potter's house soon and would quickly be on their way here when word got out about all the dark magic being thrown around. While he hoped his mother was forced to step down as Minister so he could more openly show his loyalties, but he still cared about his mother. He didn't want her to be forced to step down <em>because</em> of him.<br><br>Small talk hardly seemed fitting for the situation, so Bastien didn't try to. Instead he pointed towards a house that looked rather untouched. He was sure it wouldn't last long.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>The Dark Lord didn't have to think about it too much. It was obvious that the Longbottom child would have to be killed. He hated to spill pure-blood, but he also knew the risks of letting the boy live. The Longbottoms weren't nearly as much of a threat to him as the Potters, so he chose not to go find them himself. Instead, he would test the loyalty of one of his Death Eaters. Send a younger Death Eater along with one that he trusted completely, or as completely as he could. Barty Crouch Jr. The son of a ministry worker. Yes, the boy needed to be tested. He could not allow someone so close with the Ministry be so close to himself without proof of loyalty. But who to send with him? Lucius would never lower himself to hunting a child down. Evan was too one-track minded. The Gallimean's would bee too much for Barty to deal with. <br><br>Bellatrix Lestrange.<br><br>She would do well. She was his most loyal of servants. She would be the perfect one to help train Barty and see if he really was as proper a Death Eater as he appeared to be. But before that, there was the matter of one Damien Mutanda.<br><br>Yes, the part-giant had done well by bringing back his father for punishment. But really? Did he really think the Dark Lord would accept a part-giant into the ranks of a Death Eater? Surely he wasn't that stupid. Sighing, he used the rare wizarding gift of telepathy, or rather that's what Muggles called it, to call out to Barty. Sending the burning desire through the young wizard. 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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:46:12</strong>
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				Barty noticed the other’s hesitation to follow his order and couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m no Slytherin, do not fear.” That house were all ready and willing to take any little advantage they could. To Barty, attacking from behind was low and scummy. It took all the fun out of it, too. <br><br>Once on the street, Barty pointed his wand at the house and blasting it with magic. It collapsed, dragging down half of the house next to it, too. He tsked, sloppy spellcraft a pet hate of his. <br><br>He followed Bastien’s finger to a promising looking house and nodded once. “We’d be wiser to mark this one, so no one else tries to level it while we – uuurghg!” <br><br><em>graves, a coiled snake,</em> come, come,<em> a large rotting house,</em> come here, come,<em> pale white hands and slitted eyes,</em> come to me,<em> he had to he had to</em><br><br>Barty pressed the heel of his palm against one eye to try and push down the invasive impulse, swaying where he stood. The village twisted sickly for a moment and he found his head turning of its own accord back towards the cemetery.<br><br>“Did you…” his question trailed off as he shot a glance at his fellow, seeing the man was not reacting at all to what had just rushed through Barty. For an instant he suspected the loyalist of casting something on him, but no, no – it was a summons from the Dark Lord. Just very unlike either the mental call or the caress of the Dark Mark. “I’ve been called. Continue, or join me – if you dare.” <br><br>It was half challenge, Barty quite sure the loyalist would baulk at seeing the Dark Lord up close. He started towards the graveyard, not waiting for the other man, not caring about showing him his back. The need to see his Master too strong.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 22:05:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold &amp; Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>"That's fine with me. I wasn't a Slytherin either," no, Bastien had been home schooled. He wasn't a Slytherin, a Gryffindor, a Huffelpuff, or a Ravenclaw. Bastien had been spared those silly Houses by being home schooled by a blood loyalist. <br><br>The two started towards the house and he agreed that they should put some kind of notice up that they were in there. The Death Eaters were getting more destructive and the last thing he wanted was a roof caving in on him. It would do him no good to be injured and needing a medi-witch. It would be hell to explain why he needed fixing up. His mother would kill him if someone else didn't first. He could easily imagine his mother strangling the life out of him for being caught in a place like this.<br><br>Bastien watched the other wince and strain as if he'd just been hit with something. Bastien raised his wand, ready to disapparate out of here if it was the Aurors coming down. But the other hadn't been hit by a curse or spell. It appeared to be something inside of the Death Eater causing the problem and he returned the glare from behind his cloth mask when he was nearly accused of doing something. Bastien was well above cursing someone from behind. Then there was the dare. Well, Bastien wasn't about to wimp out of something like that. It was risky for him to go see the Dark Lord. It was true that Voldemort knew of him and the information he'd passed on through his cursed messengers, but they had never met face to face before, "I've never backed down from a dare before and I do not intend to now..." he said bluntly as he followed after the Death Eater.<br><br>The Death Eater lead him up towards the graveyard and Bastien started to second guess his choice. <br><br>Voldemort was mildly surprised when more than just Barty showed up. In fact, he was a little angry. Barty should know better than to bring others along when he was called privately. Still, the sight of someone that was <em>not</em> a Death Eater was amusing. One look into Bastien's mind, which Bastien was well aware was happening, told him who the cloth mask wearer was. The son of the Minister. Bastien had given him a lot of useful information over the past few years. He could never really trust the young wizard because of how closely he was connected with the Aurors Office and other blood traitors.<br><br>"Bastien Bagnold," he hissed with mild amusement, "How surprising to see you here..." this outing obviously causes a bit of panic in the young wizard as he starts to fidget a little, "And with Barty no less..." again, this gets a very obvious reaction from the wizard as Bastien stares at the Death Eater in slight amazement, "I have a job for you..." he comments to Barty, "As you might be aware, we had a traitor in our group some time ago," he motions to the body that was once Damien's father, "Now that it has been taken care of, I want the filthy, part-giant taken care of as well," he would go to whatever means he felt necessary to get what he needed, "He has served his purpose and is of no use to the future of our cause. Take care of it," he waved the two wizards off before letting Nagini coil around his shoulders and started hissing in his ear.<br><br>Bastien was shocked to find out who this Death Eater was. He'd never actually spoke with Barty Crouch Jr or even Crouch Sr, but he had seen them around the Ministry. He also looked around a little to make sure no one else was around to hear who he was. Bastien wanted as few people to know he was here as possible. More so since he'd just heard Voldemort personally order the death of someone.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 01:41:53</strong>
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				<strong>Gemini Gallimean</strong><br><br>Her beautiful smile parted her lips as Evan stated the reason for already tasting the treat. Gemini truly wondered if he loved her or was just trying to impress her. While she did feel sorry for him, she was cautious about his behavior nevertheless. The feelings he seemed to have for her were the kind which easily became dangerous. Even Voldemort's power wouldn't be enough to deter him should he become dangerously obsessed. <br><br>Putting aside the increasingly dark thoughts, Gemini reached down and stroked the cheek of the young woman. It was thoughtful of him to give her a gift and she would accept. "Of course I will accept Evan." Gemini took a hold of the girls neck from the side and tugged her closer, placing her other hand into a position to stroke her hair. "Thank you for the gift Evan."<br><br>Gemini bent down and began to examine the toy more closely: pulling the girls face to look at her, squeezing the breasts for firmness, and the like. Gemini concluded she wasn't worthy making an attempt to keep alive, so instead she would make use of her for as long as was safe then end her life. <br><br>As Gemini stood up the girl tried to crawl away, thinking the two wouldn't notice her for some reason. She obviously wasn't in her right mind and Gemini laughed placing her foot on the girls naked butt. "Silly girl, what do you think your doing?" The muggle froze as the boot pressed into her buttocks. "So much for being obedient. I suppose she likes men more than women." Gemini chuckled then looked back down at the muggle. "Alas, you will have to be punished." Gemini pushed on her butt, forcing the woman to almost face plant into the wooden floor. "Evan, shall you watch?" <br><br>With that Gemini forced the woman to her feet and almost literally dragged the girl into a nearby room and scouted the roof for any hooks and found a medium sized one for holding up a chandelier chain. Grabbing linen, Gemini tied the girls wrists and hung the linen up on the hook, keeping the girls arms up above her head. Turning to Evan if he had followed, Gemini pointed at the girl over her shoulder with an upside down hand. "What should I do to the waste behind me?" Gemini eyed Evan evenly, though with a hint of amusement in her deep brown eyes. "I do want to keep her alive for a time, however. Do keep that in mind. No blowing her to pieces." The last comment was said wryly, the very very slightest of a smirk showing on her lips. <br><br>Evan could easily notice that her jovial mood had cooled off around him from just even seconds ago, though the spark of her previous excitement still remained. She reserved her openly excited and playful side only for her husband and the few pets they had from time to time. Evan was one of the closest who came to seeing her in a semi-amicable state instead of her deadly serious side when around other Death Eaters and or Voldemort.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 06:21:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lucius Malfoy</span></strong></div><br><br><br>Lucius watched the husband as he strangled his wife to death. Only when he was sure the woman was gone, slumped on the ground befor he released the man from his spell, smiling as he watched the man come back to himself. "Aww." He tsked his tongue as his head shook. "Such a shame, you snapped and now she's gone....how will you live with yourself now?" He asked the man, his voice feigning sadness on the mans behalf.<br><br>"M...Margie?" The man stammered as he bent down to look at his wife, shaking her to try and wake her. "Margie? Oh god no!" He sobbed, picking her up into his arms and rocking her back and forth.<br><br>"I'm afraid your god has abandoned you, such a shame too. She was a pretty little thing wasn't she?" He cocked his head to the side as he regarded the man. "I can reunite you with her you know." <br><br>"Y...you can?" He asked, looking up with tears pouring down her face. "You can bring her back?"<br><br>"Oh....no....no...no." Lucius shook his head. "No, she can't be brought back. But you....you can join her." He said as he pointed his wand at him. "Avada Kedavra!" He called, the spell hit the man and he fell over his wife. He left the house and turned, pointing his wand. "Expulso maxima!" The house exploded before him.<br><br>He turned and made his way off, thinking about the young woman he and Narcissa had met the Christmas before. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to introduce her to Voldemort and see if she was truly worthy of the Death Eater status she claimed she wanted. He apparated to her home, knocking on the door. <br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Jessara Romaninski</strong></span></div><br>Jessara sat on her couch wearing a light blue wizards robe. She was never one for the "Muggle" Look and pretty much refused their way of life. Sure she lived in a small house, near a bunch of muggles, much to her dismay but she never associated with them. Her home pretty much hidden from their view, her own choice as she didn't want them coming over and trying to borrow a cup of sugar which they had tried when she first moved in. She looked up as the knock came on the door and she got up, going to her door and opening it to see Lucius. "Well, Lucius Malfoy. Always a Pleasure." She said with a smile playing on her rose painted lips.<br><br>"Jessara, I have found the perfect time for you to meet the dark lord, there is a celebration going on this very moment at the lords win against a halfblood." He didn't elaborate that it was a baby, why go into that? "I believe you still want an audience with him?"<br><br>"Of course." She smiled happily. "Let me grab my wand." She eagerly went to her room and grabbed her wand. "Let's go." She was more then excited to finally get her chance to show that she was a pure and proud witch. <br><br>She followed him to a village that was obviously being torn apart by the Death Eaters and she smiled. "Is this a gift?" She asked.<br><br>"No, this is a celebration and I am inviting you to it...go have fun. Mingle with the worthy and show the unworthy why magic is might." He told her, setting her free. <br><br>Jessara giggled almost like a little girl and headed off in search of something to entertain herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 07:45:37</strong>
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				Elvira was having too much fun, so much so, that she hadn’t even notice that she had yet to be praised with the chance to kill one by herself. Alvira was having all the fun, taking lives and prancing around with the thick musk of destruction; a sensual musk he came home with every night. Elvira easily pried the little girl from his hands and let her fall to the floor, with her eyes closed; she embraced her brother and inhaled. He already smelled like that—he was killing without her—Elvira pouted and pulled away. She wanted to kill, too, but she didn’t know any spells that killed people—she was horrible in the dark arts. Actually, come to think of it, she never much cared for fighting, and though she could defend herself, she wasn't very efficient in it; she was more of a healer than anything. But her brother was here to protect her, so she could practice whenever she wanted.<br><br>“Teach me how to do what you do, Al.” Elvira whispered up to her brother, and Alvira rested his hand on top of her head.<br><br>Of course she didn’t mean choking somebody, her fragile hands could hardly crumple up a piece of parchment; well, not when she was sound of mind, and though she was asking him to teach her how to kill Muggles, she was very much in her right mind. Alvira notice Lavender had gone, but he had no idea where she went, he wasn’t quite paying attention. Elvira glanced around the neighborhood, not many—alive—were on the streets, houses were burned or barren, and others were filled with Death Eaters; they would need to go inside, but surely the Muggles were alerted, possibly hiding in a basement, or a panic room of some sort. Elvira walked towards a few houses, avoiding those that were either obviously destroyed, or with its door kicked in; Elvira reached between her legs for the wand that was strapped to her inner thigh (it was the only way she could wear tight clothes without it showing). Silently Alohomora the door—she always liked surprises, and hoped the Muggles did too—Elvira and Alvira entered the home. Alvira could already hear the thuds of the Muggles scrambling to stay hidden; there were about three of them. Elvira could not hear anything, but that was fine, she liked searching about; though it was sort of tedious, as she did the same as the first couple's home—kicking open doors and tossing over tables. It was sort of barbaric, but it made noise, and a mess, so it caused those who inhabited the house to tremble and give away their hidden places. This house was owned by a man and a woman, possibly more, Elvira noted, as the room she entered was that of a couple. Going into the bathroom, Elvira dug around in their cabinets; filthy Muggles, did they not pamper themselves—there wasn’t a tube of lipstick or a jar of cream anywhere. How could she enjoy herself in these conditions? <em>She couldn’t</em>.<br><br>“I thought you wanted to kill something?” Alvira asked her, standing in the door frame.<br><br>She wanted to look her best while doing it, she would have said so, but he wouldn’t understand. “Well, <em>if you could find something to kill</em>~…” Elvira started, but Alvira left before her sentence ended. Elvira would have complained, but he was walking too fast for her to say anything with the right amount of anger. Alvira led her to another room, one that was obviously owned by a woman, and took them to a bathroom. Elvira went to the mirror, her lips were now a pale pink, nude and unnaturally bare, though that apparently wasn’t why he brought her here, as he pulled back the shower curtain, and three women screamed in horror.<br><br>“So this is where you were hiding!” Elvira exclaimed with a smile as she rushed over to the tub.<br><br>Two of the women looked about her brother's age or a little older, and the third was an elderly woman. Her smile fell once she saw that the woman in the middle held a baby in her arms. Hmm… Elvira wasn’t sure what she was feeling as stared at it, and watched as the woman was roughly pulled from the tub by her brother, the other woman and the old lady went to grab at her, but Elvira bound them and left their body crumpled in the tub.<br><br>Shortly after, Elvira left the bathroom to follow her brother, “What are you going to do with her?” Elvira asked, she didn’t acknowledge the infant within the woman’s arms, she didn’t even hear it when it began to cry once it and the woman was tossed into the closet and locked.<br><br>“Set it on fire.” Alvira said, going back into the bathroom.<br><br>“I… okay.” Elvira mumbled, lifting her left hand and thinking of the spell, the woman was banging on the door, and another ringing noise was heard in Elvira's ears; once more yelling and screaming started to fill the room, Elvira knew that her brother had released the two women. “Incendio.” Elvira said, and the door busted into flames; she wondered if the woman was banging on it when that happened, because her scream was more of pain than of fear. She turned from the door and went to the two women who swung and kicked as her brother tossed them into the room.<br><br>“I… I don’t really know any spells.” Elvira said, staring down at them while she tried to ignore the yelling noise that didn’t quite match the women screaming.<br><br>“Viscus Fundo.” Alvira said and pointed his wand at the old woman; her stomach burned open and her entrails spilled out, her body followed quickly after.<br><br>Elvira gasped, it was gory, and it sent a rush through her when the other woman started to scream in fear. Elvira tried it a few times, but nothing happen; it took her a while to get it, and in the process, Alvira had to bound the woman so she wouldn’t run from his slow sister—the closet door and all inside it was engulfed in flames. “Viscus Fundo!” Elvira said for the ninth time, and the woman’s skin melted, well, only bubbled and boiled. The poor soul, she must have been in agonizing pain as Alvira shook his head and used the spell correctly.<br><br>“You would have died a thousand times in a war.” Alvira said, and left the room, Elvira following; hopefully the closet fire would burn the rest of the house, it didn’t mater either way, all that lived in it was dead now.<br><br>“I didn’t think I was in a war.” Elvira snapped, walking behind her brother; he wasn't exactly the best of teachers. “Maybe you can just kill them, and I watch?”<br><br>“You’ve killed two.” Alvira tried to encourage, walking down the desolate road.<br><br>“Infection probably would have killed her.” Elvira countered, remembering the burns as the woman's skin slid from her body; though probably she was being overly negative.<br><br>“The woman and her child; they died by your fire.” Alvira reminded. Alvira didn’t hesitate to kill children, it was better if they didn’t grow up to reproducing age; Alvira didn’t approve of slaves, or ‘pets’, as some called it. He wanted them dead and gone, the only trace of Muggle left would be the nutrients their bodies gives the trees; that was their only good use.<br><br>That was just one kill to Elvira, not two—a woman—<em>nothing else<em>, the thing in her arms didn’t exist, as long as Elvira was concern, and it wouldn’t ever exist in any of her memories. Elvira followed her brother through the town, she probably wouldn't be able to kill anything, but her mistakes were deliciously brutal, so Alvira would continue to take her around the decaying village, until all Muggles within it perished.</em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 20:31:42</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4204294#msg4204294">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 31-01-2011, 22:05:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold &amp; Voldemort</em></div><br><hr><br>"Bastien Bagnold," he hissed with mild amusement, "How surprising to see you here..." this outing obviously causes a bit of panic in the young wizard as he starts to fidget a little, "And with Barty no less..." again, this gets a very obvious reaction from the wizard as Bastien stares at the Death Eater in slight amazement, "I have a job for you..." he comments to Barty, "As you might be aware, we had a traitor in our group some time ago," he motions to the body that was once Damien's father, "Now that it has been taken care of, I want the filthy, part-giant taken care of as well," he would go to whatever means he felt necessary to get what he needed, "He has served his purpose and is of no use to the future of our cause. Take care of it," he waved the two wizards off before letting Nagini coil around his shoulders and started hissing in his ear.<br><br>Bastien was shocked to find out who this Death Eater was. He'd never actually spoke with Barty Crouch Jr or even Crouch Sr, but he had seen them around the Ministry. He also looked around a little to make sure no one else was around to hear who he was. Bastien wanted as few people to know he was here as possible. More so since he'd just heard Voldemort personally order the death of someone.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Bastien Bagnold? Barty couldn't help but glance at the other man, surprised that the Minister's son supported Voldemort - it didn't occur to him that they were in very similar situations, what with Barty's father so close to taking the top job at the Ministry himself. He was so stunned he missed a few of the Dark Lord's words, but his attention was drawn back at the sound of his own name. He flinched, knowing the 'unmasking' to be a reprimand for tempting the loyalist - <em>Bastien Bagnold!</em> - to follow him. <br><br>As his master's attention focused on him, Barty bowed. His heart sped as the Dark Lord voiced his wish, giving him the job of ending the filthy half-blood. "With pleasure, Master." His voice was rich with joy and excitement, receiving such a task a high honour indeed. Part-giants were not so hard to take down as their full blooded brethren, but he suspected spells would be naturally deflected. And the half-blood carried a wand. His gaze turned to the dead man, trying to see any signs of spellcraft, suspecting the father had been dispatched by the son. <br><br>Oh, how he longed for that...<br><br>He bowed again when Voldemort waved them away, and headed back to the village with a brisk pace. When they were well out of earshot, Barty looked at Bastien. "Join me. Giants are difficult enough to take down without letting them carry a wand." It wasn't a question, but carried a twist of irony that stopped it being an order, more like another dare. He didn't mention how surprised he was, or how wonderful it was to meet another son of a member of the Ministry, too aware of the dangers of voicing names in the presence (or vaguest of presence) or a fellow Death Eater. He knew how petty jealousies could bloom and how whispered accusations gathered power when whispered to the right ear. No, it was bad enough Bastien knew who he was (a first name was hardly proof, but that had been enough for his father in the past) he didn't want the other loyalists to know, or even several of the other death eaters.<br><br>He wondered how Bellatrix would react if she heard how it had been <em>him</em> to get given this honour and not her. <br><br>"If we can get him before he suspects us, it would be easier. Though," he couldn't contain an excited giggle, "I do adore a duel."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 17:43:29</strong>
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				Kyraina's way of life was simple please and be pleased and she was very pleased to be able to accomplish getting into Bellatrix's interested side as they moved through out the town. When finally they found another victim a male in his mid to late thirty's Ky giggled expectantly as she pointed her wand at the man's head, "Hello..." She smirked carefully looking deep into his ignorant eyes, "Imperio..." She said before telling him carefully to get down on his knees and bow to her. He was filth nothing more something that was worth squashing under toe and forgetting. Piece of dirty trash that was for the rats... oooooo or better yet birds to eat and get rid of.<br><br>"Let us work with this and see what you think of this Avis Oppugno!" As she says this a flock of birds appear from her wand and attack the man bowing to her. She then jumps up and down giggling as he begins screaming being forced to take the pain of birds eating and stabbing at his flesh. It was remarkable how the blood flowed slowly and then quicker from the man's body as pieces of him either went flying like feathers or was eaten by the birds. She loved blood and death with a passion, but torturing this man just for her master's pleasure was even more enjoyable then the blood or death. <br><br>As she watched the man continually be torn apart she finally looked up to Bellatrix to see what reaction the vile woman may have. There weren't many spells that the young small woman like to use, but she loved to torture mudblood filth with every fiber of her being. She also though knew that she must be curtious to those whom were her superiors even if she despised them, "So dear dear Bellatrix does thou want to attack him as well... It might befun for you to add some torture to this almost rotten fleshed piece of shit... don't you think?" She then stared into the woman's eyes her own venomous excited lustful ones staring back.
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:51:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Jessara Romaninski</span></div><br><br>Jessara walked down the road, wand at the ready as she looked for something fun to play with. Her brown eyes spotted a couple of people, had to be either a brother and sister team or boyfriend and girlfriend. Though she was not sure which she figured this would be a good opportunity to meet some new people in Lucius and Narcissa's group. She walked towards them and gave the boy her best smile. "Hello." She said with a deep german accent. Though she had grown up away from Germany, her mother always insisted of speaking German. "I am Jessara, friend of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy."<br><br>Jessara was wearing a black robe over a green satin top and black pants. The robe she wore hid her figure for the most part if closed but she didn't see the point of keeping it closed, she had a lovely figure so she always loved to show it off. "I don't know many here, do you mind if I join you both?" She knew she was being bold, they could possibly be unfriendly to her and then where would that leave her? It would leave her with nothing more then where she currently was so it was no real bother to her, but she did want to meet more wizards and witches who had more in common with her then not. She didn't meet any after leaving Durmstrang until she met with Lucius and even that had been by a mishap.<br><br>It was just before Lucius and Narcissa's son was born, they were on a excursion to egypt at the same time and she had actually struck a friendship with Narcissa first. Narcissa introduced her to Lucius and the rest was history. She had moved to be closer to the Malfoys and learn from them. Looking up to Lucius as if a big brother and Narcissa the sister she had never had. 
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				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 05:04:38</strong>
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				Elvira wanted to try that spell again, and Alvira really didn’t mind if she did; the best thing about a learning wizard or witch was that their fuckups were greatly entertaining, especially when it damaged other people’s property or other people in general. Elvira wasn’t a horrible witch, she learned as fast as her brother could; she was just lazy, and a little too proud of that fact. Alvira was a fast learner, magic was something he excelled at, and it got even better when that change happened to him, or maybe that was because he had more time to himself now, and could focus more on what was important—the thrive of great wizards. Elvira didn’t quite mind much about Dark Arts, she just wanted to strengthen the line to pure bloods, back to the way it was; when witches and wizards didn’t breed with other races, the line would be strong and pure again, and they would once more be the dominant race without any half-bred, Mudblooded filth dirtying the lake. Alvira was the leader in business like he should, and Elvira was the host of a perfect home, like she ought; they were perfect together, and so they should stay that way—plus it would hurt Elvira so to be the one to change the Hertz’ family name.<br><br>There were definitely more homes to destroy, Muggles to kill; they should only pray they were picked up and taken in as these ‘pets’ by the other Death Eaters, for Alvira would have none of it, and certainly kill them on the spot. Alvira was caught off guard from the approaching person, not that she snuck up on him—probably just now noticing him and his sister’s form—but he didn’t expect another to come down this way; he could still see the sounds of the other’s destruction, and slightly kept tabs on where he estimated them to be. The new set of footfalls must have been a newcomer to the party, and Alvira looked over to her direction. Elvira didn’t notice as she hummed the spell in her head; she really shouldn’t be so obsessed with it, but she wanted to get it right to show her brother that she most certainly knew how—if she was able to do it at least once tonight, he’d surely be proud of her quick grasp of it. Though Elvira notice the tilt of his head, and her own followed in the direction; they looked at the approaching woman with illuminating eyes, like two cats flashed by a light in the ally.<br><br>Elvira smiled as the woman introduced herself, and even dropped a rightfully familiar name; Malfoy. Neither of the set knew the woman beforehand, but they both knew Malfoy—who didn’t? The man was an electric socialite that dragged every witch and wizard’s name into his embrace. Elvira never met the man and his lovely wife, but he still seemed to call on respect whenever mention; nothing much was known of him, but his name, and that was all he needed to be important, really. And since he was important, and Jessara dare to use him in an greeting, she must certainly be important, too; that was logic Elvira didn’t care to disagree with.<br><br>“Yes.” Alvira said quickly before his sister could answer; he did mind if she joined them, and he rather she didn’t. Alvira went to grab Elvira’s elbow, but she raised her hand and locked her fingers with his.<br><br>“No,” Elvira said shortly after her brother, “not at all, feel free to join in.” Elvira felt her brother’s painful grip on her tiny fingers, and she tried to shake his hand away; a smile still on her face. “How pleasant, Jessara; I am Elvira Hertz, and this is Alvira Hertz.” Elvira greeted, because she knew her brother wouldn’t.<br><br>Alvira didn’t need some lone witch following them, not that he cared for her presence, he just had short patience with people, and didn’t do well with them around for a long period of time; plus he sort of didn’t want to stand around as his sister squawked aimlessly with another. Elvira loved the woman's accent, it was beautifully heavy, and it roused nostalgic feelings in herself. They were not German, but they had foreign parents, who didn’t so much keep their language, but reluctantly clung to the accent. Elvira didn’t have her accent anymore, but she didn’t have a British accent either, her voice was hollow and bland, like a soulless harp that breath out its emotionless tune. She was trained in facial expression, that was the only way to pick up any emotion; if she smiled, then she was possibly happy, if she frowned, then maybe it was an upset tone, the fluid bells of her voice was trickery, it might sound pleasant, but it was always that aching feeling that she wasn’t really talking, as if her voice was just a recording that gave off replies. Alvira, on the other hand, was emotionless by choice, his Italian accent thick, he didn’t need his parents ‘teachings’, for he was male; strength and providing an heir was all that mattered. Though he didn’t talk long enough to detect any accent, and his sister was already broken in once he assisted in raising her, so he was the only trace of them not being of this country.<br><br>“Have you ever killed a Muggle before, Jessara?” Elvira asked, a twinkle in her eyes, she couldn’t help share her new found accomplishment (though half earned) with another, “Oh, are you one of the ‘Death Terrors’ my brother’s affiliated with?” Elvira just notice her brother didn’t too much mind her talking to the woman, so she possibly wasn’t, but he didn’t say anything when she spoke with August and Lavender, either, and they were, right? Alvira didn't care to correct her on the name, he'd told her the names many times, and also showed her his mark and mask way before tonight, and she always seemed to forget it like the ignorant woman she was.<br><br>Elvira surveyed Jessara’s form, and she shivered, she really should have brought her own robes; she didn’t think they’d be outside, and her brother had yet to offer her his own. Though she was fashionably cute, with her starchy dress and comfortably heeled shoes, so the cold was easy to ignore. Through the few houses she raided, only the wind messed with her hair, a few strand fell into her face, but the braid was tight and fresh; her makeup was fine, even without the lipstick, but she still felt slightly bare. Elvira looked as if she didn’t do a thing, which she hadn’t. Alvira began to walk in a direction before Jessara had a chance to answer, and Elvira balked at his long steps away from them, she didn't look over to Jessara as she followed after him, but she expected the girl to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 06:55:57</strong>
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				Jessara could see the boy wanted nothing to do with her, so what? Did he think she would be upset if he wanted nothing to do with her? Hardly. Though she did notice he was handsome in his own way. He seemed as if he was planning to take his....sister? Well if she was his sister then she obviously had more tact then he did, meaning she had more class then he did....obviously. Cocking her head to the side Jessara smiled at the woman. "A pleasure to meet you Elvira." She said as she half curtsied herself. <br><br>Elvira had an elegant charm about her, a certain otherworldly quality that Jessara could not place. "No....I cannot say I have." She replied almost forlornly at the thought. "My parents though purists such as ourselves didn't bother themselves with such things so they never gave me the pleasure of killing any of the filth. When I came here, my dear friend told me to lay low so that I would draw attention but told me one day it would come when wizards ruled and then I would have my chance." Her own twinkle came to her eyes. "I do so relish the thought of killing a muggle, preferably the filth that surround my meager home." <br><br>She hated the thought of the little house she had. It was hardly what a pure blooded witch such as herself deserved but it was sadly all she could afford until her parents demise. She loved her parents though and had no intention of bringing about an untimely death to them. "Perhaps when we are done celebrating here we can clear out the vermin around my home, I certainly must bring that up to Lucius." She mumbled more to herself then anyone. "Death Terrors?" Jessara looked a little confused at the words. "No, I am not one of them. Though perhaps one day I might be, it would be wonderful." She said almost longingly.<br><br>They began to leave and Jessara almost debated on whether to follow them or not but she liked the girl, she didn't meet many that she liked lately and another pure blooded witch was possibly what she needed. She really hadn't made many friends and this one was around her age, perhaps if they could learn more about each other they might be good friends. She decided to follow them, hoping to talk more and possibly find her first kill. "So, Elvira where did you go to school? I went to Durmstrang." 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 07:31:52</strong>
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				<strong>Davus Gallimean</strong><br><br>Striding out of the inn, Davus walked out into the street surveying the damages done to the village around him taking note of the way many of the "shacks" were destroyed. Many of the Death Eaters were such blunt instruments... Davus sighed. They had no class, no desire to appreciate their superiority. They simply killed and destroyed like barbarians of the ancient times. He and Gemini savored their kills, as few as they were. Neither savored the kill, it was the torture before it which brought them their joy. They often would let others finish off their victims, preferring to unleash the torture in its plethora of amazing types. <br><br>Looking up behind him he noticed the girl he and Gemini had thrown out was still alive. She was mostly motionless, seeing her moving breasts which told him she was still much alive. Pointing his wand up he incanted the killing curse giving her a quick death. As he looked down he spotted Lucius Malfoy and smiled to himself. Lucius was an interesting man, very cultured, though mostly full of hot air. That didn't stop him from associating with him, however; Lucius appealed to his more cultured side. Death Eaters like the worthless werewolf were distasteful and nothing short of a danger. When Greyback was around, Davus always felt on edge and stayed close to Gemini. The killing curse was always on the edge of his lips, ready to be mouthed and without need of excuse to the Dark Lord. <br><br>People like Lucius had honor and thus Davus had no fear for his wife's safety; if she did not cross them nor the Dark Lord, they had no reason to harm her. Walking towards Lucius he gave greetings when the two made eye contact. "Hello Lucius. Enjoying our lords festivities?"
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 07:44:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Lucius Malfoy</span></div><br><br>Being separated from his "ward" of sorts Lucius wandered down the road, passing houses already destroyed as he made his way towards other homes still standing. He knew all of the death eaters were not here, not that he cared. In the death eaters Lucius was somewhat of an elder, being one of the first to join Voldemort's glorious reign. Now he was seeing all of his labor and dedication coming to fruition. He smiled to himself, he hadn't even bothered to bring his mask tonight. What did it matter if they knew his name? He had nothing to fear from them at all. <br><br>Voldemort was the only one Lucius had to fear and fear he did. The man was obviously powerful, dangerous even to his followers. If he wanted you dead....well, you were dead. When he was alone like this, he really wished he was at home with Narcissa. He had truly gotten lucky with being married to her, she was truly the more beautiful of all the black sisters. Though Bella had her own qualities she was hardly as lovely as her sister was. Lucius was a rough man to live with, this he knew. He expected a certain amount of understanding and compliance from his wife and his son. <br><br>Draco was no more then a year old himself, a handsome boy with his fathers features even at this young age. He had the blond hair just barely peeking out of the top of his head. Draco was just like any baby he supposed, rambunctious and wild. But no matter what, he still loved the boy. Regardless if he lost his temper from time to time. He was very tempted to just go back to his house, spend time with his wife before the end of the night and go to bed. He really did tire of killing muggles sometimes, most of the time it was fun. But sometimes....sometimes it lost it's luster. <br><br>He turned to go off in search of Jessara to tell her he was going home, turning down the road he spotted her with the twins and his brow raised. Alvira looked obviously irritated that she was with them but Elvira, who he knew was his sister looked more then pleased. Perhaps it was for the best, the girl needed an unattached friend she could spend more time with. Though Narcissa adored the girl, he knew she could not get out nearly as much as she wanted and it drove the girl mad sometimes to just go from her job at the ministry to home. She had many a time asked Narcissa to join her but with Draco, Narcissa was unable to get away. <br><br>Knowing that she would at least be shown a decent time with the twins, Lucius turned to make his way to give the dark lord his reason for leaving the celebration early. He had only made it a few steps when someone walked toward him. He could see by the stature and shape it was Davus. "Evening Davus, yes I am enjoying them well enough though I find myself missing my dear wife who is alas home with the boy. Speaking of our other halves, where is your lovely bride?" He asked looking around for Gemini.
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				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 09:47:08</strong>
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				Where did she go to school? Nowhere famous, she didn’t go to Hogwarts, like many did, and she didn’t go to Beauxbatons where most prestigious pure blooded women wanted to travel; not even to the equally famous Durmstrang. “I went to Bastoni e Pulsanti.” Elvira said, pronouncing the name perfectly. She then blushed, it wasn’t a really good school, well, it was the best in the country, but nowhere near as high as the three schools above; it would have looked great on her Pedigree if she graduated from a place like those. “It is a cooperative private school in Argentina. I was born and lived there for fifteen years. Alvira was born in Italia, he went to a school there called Bacchetta d'Oro.” She remembered that time, even though she was so young, she was told how he came home for a birthday that was interrupted by her own birth. He was fifteen at the time, so they didn’t really see each other much during school time, but she always knew who he was when he came home to visit them; even when he graduated and was eighteen, they still didn’t see each other until the summer came back around, as he decided to move into a family home built for him in Italy. “I didn’t get to fully see him until I started school; I bounced back and forth between living with him, and living with my parents.” Something was wrong with her parents, and they didn’t want her around anymore, with her brother being twenty six, he was able to take care of her, and she switched between them like a Muggle child with divorced parents. When they died on her fifteenth year, she was fully under his custody, and had to finish the school long distance. “They’re dead now…” Elvira stopped and looked up to see Alvira had stopped and looked back at her; she was saying way too much, more than usual, he wanted her to shut up now, and she knew it—she didn’t have to look in his eyes to feel that.<br><br>Elvira laughed, not a nervous one, just a laugh as if someone told a joke; just a little giggle to express her amusement. “I wish I could have gone to Beauxbatons,” and the subject was quickly changed, “but maybe Hogwarts would be the best; it’s known everywhere, you know.”&nbsp; Of course she did, everyone did. “Did you like it at Durmstrang?” Elvira asked casually, following her brother into another house.<br><br>Alvira wasn’t paying attention, not until Elvira started to get too comfortable. Elvira didn’t really care much, she loved to talk about herself, and what better icebreaker than to talk about one’s own life, but Alvira was much more secluded than that; no, there was nothing wrong with their family, just two Italians immigrating to a better country, one that wasn’t polluted with the tainted blood. They were just looking for higher power, really, nothing incriminating, Alvira just didn’t like people knowing his business; Jessica, or whatever, was no friend, not within minutes, and she damn well didn’t need to know any more about them—he wished she’d just leave. Alvira stopped in the living room, and shook his head, they were clouding his mind, he needed to be looking for Muggles, now. How many were in this house? He didn’t know, they were well and good in their hiding place, he didn’t hear any creaking floorboards or movement.<br><br>Elvira reach between her legs and pulled out her wand, she turned to Jessara and smiled, teeth showing, and rushed down the hall; not really running, that was just juvenile, but urgency was shown as her long enough legs stretched out in quick gaits. The house was only one floor, possibly a basement, so it should be easy to find them; though they were all probably in the basement, Elvira just wanted to go through their things. Alvira didn’t care to follow his sister, as he was sure they were in the basement, and that was where he shall go. Alvira found the single man cowering in his basement; he was fairly old, maybe early fifties, and quite easy to subdue once Alvira uttered the binding spell. Elvira heard the thud of the body falling, and came down the steps from the bedroom; it was no woman living in this house, so nothing here mattered to her.<br><br>“Jessara, have you seen a man melt from the inside out?” Elvira asked playfully, hands on her hips as she held her wand loosely in her left hand. Alvira wanted to smirk, but he refrained, lifting the man to rest against the wall as he watched his sister raise her wand, “Viscus Fundo!” Elvira said, and she already messed up; her hand wasn’t swung in the right direction, and she succeeded in setting the man on fire. “<strong>Dammit</strong>!” Elvira shouted along with the man’s cries.<br><br>Alvira released the man’s binds, but the Muggle didn’t struggle much as the fire already made him immobilized. “That word is ugly on you, Elvira.” Alvira said, looking at her disapprovingly. Elvira turned to sneer at him, but there was a whimper heard in the corner; the two turned and saw an younger, but certainly aged woman cowering in the corner behind a metal cylinder.<br><br>Elvira straighten her face, and looked over to the woman who followed them, fixing her dress, she crossed her arms loosely. “Would you like to do the honors, Jessara? Since I’m so <em>incompetent</em>.” Elvira directed that towards her brother.<br><br>“I said nothing of the sort.” Alvira told gruffly.<br><br>“You were most certainly thinking it.” Elvira pouted, causing Alvira to frown at her accusation.
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				Post by: <strong>Anithinum</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 13:59:07</strong>
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				Bella enjoyed the creativity with which Kyraina brought this man to his knees. She gave an appreciative nod, and turned to the young boy she was torturing with dismissal. "Sorry lad, you should've tried harder if you wanted to peak my interest. <em>Avada Kadvra</em>" the green flash emitted from her wand, putting him in a final resting place. She pouted, he hadn't put up much of a fight, and he didn't scream or cry or beg, he was just too weak to even suffer for her entertainment. Shrugging him off, she turned to the new victim Kyraina presented her with.<br><br>"The Dark Lord has taught that the combination of two powerful spells makes for an even bigger torture...I suppose now is a good time to re-test that." She chuckled, seeing the crows munch away on the man. It was a truly honourable sight; pecking black winged things digging holes into the filthy carcass of the muggle, allowing a carpet of blood to stain the floor beneath him. Bella found herself positively entertained, the sight of him being torn to pieces, one small ounce of flesh at a time. The sparkling lust in her eyes would not subside from this memory for the rest of the evening. She raised her wand steadily, and pointed it at the filth's back.<br><br>"<em>Tortus Maxai</em>, she laughed with one clear tone, a brown-tones streak of light shot from the tip of her wand and wrapped itself around his entire body, giving it a yellow-tinted glow, until it ate its way into his skin, and the glow dimmed. The man began screaming, banging his head into the floor violently and holding it between his hands. The laugh of a hyena followed, as Bella realized the heightened power the curse had on him now that he was being exploited by two people. "delightful!" she shrieked, watching the man beat himself to death as if it were a biology lesson with live material. <br><br>Her eyes focused completely on him, she crouched beside him and watched him in complete addiction, watching as her seeping curse slowly made the blood vessels rush to his brain, boil over and explode, causing him pain and...well....madness. She got a little closer to him, sniffing him, he smelled like pine-tree. She lips turned into a sharp, malicious grin. She turned her head to the birds, still picking away at the man, and quickly grabbed one of them, too preoccupied with its chore to notice, by the neck and held it to his head, which he was continuously bashing into the floor beneath him. <br><br>Finally, she placed the birds beak right by his left shoulder, and dug it into his flesh, making sure that her hands stayed clean of his filthy blood. With one long calculated movement, she pulled it down along the length of his arm, cutting it open. The blood spilled from it delightfully. It made her glass tip over to see the rich deep red oozing out of his skin, smelling like metal, thick and streaming. <br><br>She hovered back onto her feet, turned to Kyraina and began laughing like a maniac right into her face, long, loud and completely insane, bird still in hand. Finally she released the creature which flew back to its task, but Bella remained, laughing, looking and laughing and nothing else.
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 23:29:40</strong>
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				"Oh, I wasn't aware there was other schools out there." Jessara bit her lip then smiled. "Well it must have been a great school regardless."Even Jessara was a little surprised on how much information about them Elvira was giving. When her brother gave his sister the look to silence her Jessara wisely kept quiet as well. She of all people knew better then to give other people information about herself. There was nothing in her saying she went to Durmstrang that could possibly be used against her. "I'm sure that was difficult, but you seem to be a well rounded woman regardless." She smiled. "I'm thinking this is on large part to your brother."<br><br>She could tell the subject was about to change from them to herself. "Oh, yes. I was well schooled on the dark arts there. It's not like Hogwarts where I heard they teach you defense against the dark arts, no....we learned about the dark arts and how to use them. Have you ever seen fiendfyre?" She asked, a wry grin on her face. "Not many know how to control it though many can cast it. But if you cast it and not able to control it, it will consume you and everything else. It took me quite the long time to be able to control it. I don't think my teacher had any hair left on his head by the time I was done!" She laughed at the memory.<br><br>They reached a house and Elvira headed through the house's main floor while her brother took below. This left her with really nothing to do so she waited by the door incase someone tried to come out, her wand at the ready. When Elvira returned, obviously dissappointed that there was no one on this floor she headed down to where her brother was and Jessara followed. She raised her brows to see the elderly man and Elvira's comment. "No, I cannot say that I have." She shook her head as Elvira raised her wand and said some unfamiliar words to her.<br><br>She heard the man begin to scream and it sent chills through her, not chills of fear but pleasure. Oh how watching the man writher and scream as the flames engulfed him. Her eyes showed her pleasure as the fire consumed him. They all turned to see the woman cowering and whimpering. When Elvira offered to her the woman Jessara grinned. "Well that is very kind of you." She nodded her head in thanks. "What a better way to show you Fiendfyre then this." She said as she pointed her wand at the woman. "You're going to like this Elvira."<br><br>She looked at the woman who shook her head and began to plead with Jessara. "Fiendferi!" She shouted and like a snake fire began to pour from her wand, forming the face of a dragon like creature that was all flame with no wings. Almost like a snake, it slid towards the woman with a deafening roar and engulfed the woman who screamed for a moment before being completely consumed by the flame like monster. "Finite!" She called and the flame ended, leaving a pile of ashes where the woman once was. "Now, that felt good." She grinned as she grinned at Elvira.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 19:37:02</strong>
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				<strong>Davus Gallimean</strong><br><br>Davus had come to stand quite close to Lucius, facing him. When he was asked where his wife was, he showed none of his feelings on the matter of her being with Rosier. "As much as we may be bound at the hip at times, we do have our separate times as well. This is one of them, for now." He and Rosier may not have been friends, but Davus didn't hate the man. Evan pined after his wife and it was fairly obvious, he however wasn't stupid enough to make a move on her and so Davus let things be. It would be complicated to attack a pure blood Death Eater anyways.&nbsp; <br><br>Davus turned around in a full circle as he peered at the carnage wrought about upon the village. It was a sight to behold but nothing compared to what they could really do nor compare to the power of Voldemort when he wished to use it to its fullest extent. Someday Davus hoped to see Voldemort at his best, defeating those before him with his gifted brilliance. <br><br>"Quite the fiery celebration. One would think we were all pyromaniac's with what we have done here." Davus chuckled at his remark and turned back to face Lucius. "How is your other half?" he asked casually. Normally Davus could care less about other peoples families, but since he had been married for awhile he found himself caring a little more. Now that he had something to care for he could understand a bit more the feeling of concern for another. 
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				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 04:04:40</strong>
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				Lucius grinned as he talked about having seperate times. "Yes, I do know what you mean. No matter how much I love Narcissa I just sometimes need a moment away. Especially when the boy decides to use me as his painting canvas for food." Lucius had infact made it clear to his wife after the first time that she was to keep the boy at the other end of their table so that his food flinging habit could no longer reach him. He loved his son but didn't think he should have to pick spaghetti out of his hair. <br><br>He chuckled about the comment of pyromaniacs. "Well fire is and always was the best form of cleansing we have." He said as he also looked around at the burning homes. "What betteer way to clense ourselves of filth then to use natures own cleanser?" He asked with an elegant raise of his brow. "Our lord wishes to clense this world of impurity and filth, I say we use that to our advantage."<br><br>"My other half is wonderful, she is home with the boy." He grinned at the thought of Narcissa and Draco. He had a handsome family, pure blooded and true and they were the picture of everything he had always wanted for himself and now had. Lucius hadn't cared much himself about other people's families until he had one of his own, now he would destroy anyone who threatened his. Though in the public eye he might seem the hardened father and husband, he did deep down care about his family.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 19:47:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier - Muggle Torturing with Gemini</em></div><br><hr><br>Love might have been beyond Evan's capabilities. No. What he felt for Gemini was pure infatuation with something he couldn't have. A girl that he felt represented everything a proper witch should be.&nbsp; It was easy for him to be jealous of Davus, yet he knew better. Evan had a clear enough head to know not to try anything. He was being bold enough at times with her.<br><br>When she thanked him for the gift, he smiled. Liking to watch her yank the Muggle girl around. It was a wonderful sight. Bellatrix was too out of it for him to enjoy it. He liked watching her 'appraise' the girl's body. It was erotic in so many ways. Even more so when Gemini put her foot on the Muggle's bare ass. Oh, what a wonderful sight that he couldn't imagine being any better. Merlin's beard how he wished he had a camera. He was sure even Davus would enjoy having this captured on film, "Unfortunately, Muggles do tend to be rather ignorant of how much fun it can be to tease around with one of the same sex," even he'd done so, though he did prefer the fairer sex, "I would love to watch."<br><br>The dark haired wizard didn't assist or interfere with Gemini's work as she dragged the girl off and hooked her to the ceiling. He simply watched and enjoyed the show in front of him for the time being till she asked what she should do, minus blowing her up, "Oh, I don't know..." he teased, "Maybe you should burn the dark mark into her backside? That way anyone that finds her filthy corpse will know who she belonged to before death," he said with a smile, "Or perhaps watching a snake strangle the life out of her," he wanted, badly, to ask Gemini to sexually punish the girl, but he knew that was out of line. Only Davus, her husband, or even the Dark Lord were allowed to ask those things so bluntly of her. But he could hint, "Or maybe show her what she'd been missing out while being with her husband?"<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold - With Barty Crouch Jr.</em></div><br><hr><br>Bastien was a bit upset that he'd been outed, but it was comforting to know he wasn't the only one in a difficult position. Barty was taking a rather big risk by being a Death Eater. He was surprised the Dark Lord would let someone so involved in the Ministry so high up in the ranks. Then again, it was good to have someone that involved there. Bastien was too far up, but if things went the way Bastien hoped they did, Barty would be in his place soon enough. He kind of pitied the other male.<br><br>When the Death Eater was dismissed, he followed after. He was very interested in seeing the death of a part-giant. Bastien wasn't allowed to do such things. Not because he couldn't, but he was never sure when his wand would be tested for what spell it had used last by the Aurors. It wasn't that his mother didn't trust him, but she always worried that someone would try to frame her son. Already he'd done magic he slightly regretted using, he'd have to do some silly spells to cover up the magic he'd used.<br><br>"I adore a <em>good</em> duel, but I've yet to meet a Giant that can manage one of those," he sneered a little.<br><br>They walked along the path down to the village. It wasn't too hard to find the part-giant whose head was up for grabs. Damien might have been only part-giant, not even half, but he was still very tall and large. It was impossible to miss him. He raised his wand and pointed, not wanting to speak and alert the creature. Giants, even part-giants, were beasts to him. Damien's father had deserved death, not just for abandoning the Death Eaters, but for having bred with a half-giantess.<br><br>"Mind if I watch?" he whispered very softly, "I enjoy watching..."
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				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 22:46:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em>Alvira &amp; Elvira: Roaming the Streets with Jessara</em></strong></div><br>Elvira was angry that she didn’t get it right, but her new found friend, Jessara, didn’t seem to notice; yes, she was her friend now, especially after that lovely display. The fire dragon was amazing, a deadly display of ruthless kill, not many people understood the fascination Elvira and Alvira had with watching someone die, but spells like that would surely give some form of entertainment to those who just didn’t quite get it. The warmth of the lizard’s firey scales burned against her tender flesh, causing heat to pull in her stomach and shoot through every direction of her body, the chilling roar vibrated through her, causing her eyes to widen and her lips to purse into an ‘O’. It was fast and consuming, but maybe the bright light was to grand for Elvira didn’t even notice what was happening until it flashed away, powdery carcass the only evidence that she wasn’t hallucinating. Alvira didn’t express his thoughts as openly as his sister, but he did look impressed; the spell wasn’t that extraordinary, he had seen better, from a lot more powerful people, but it was very impressive coming from a unknown witch—a young one at that. Elvira’s eyes were lidded as she gazed at Jessara with admiration; well, it was more of bitter envy, because she probably wouldn’t be able to do a spell such as that, but her face only showed that of awe.<br><br>“That was quite beautiful, Jessara.” Elvira said walking over to the ashes and—with a small grimmance—placed her kitten heel into the ash, and kicked it about gently; there were no trace of bone, just pure blacken dust, the fire was amazingly hot, to have even scorch that. “Truly fascinating, dear; though you really must see the actually use of the organ melting spell.” She spun on her heel—pushing some of the ash around—and held her elbow as her hand rested on the curve of her breast. “I really botched that one up right good,” She looked over to Alvira, “You’re going to have to show her, brother; I just can’t get it right.”<br><br>There were no hard feelings, Elvira might not have been much of a Dark Arts user, but she enjoy watching a lot more. Alvira didn’t mind showing the girl the spell, not that he wanted to gloat, or he was proud of it; it was an old spell, that wasn’t his own, his father spell. He saw the man use it a few times—they have been covertly killing Muggles before Alvira even joined with the Dark Lord. His father was one for studying the body, and creating spells dealing with the anatomy; Viscus Fundo was just one of many. Eric Hertz was a medic, his motivation; enjoying the ill condition of his patients. Of course he was a good healer, with enough credibility to pay for his lavished life, but he was not an honorable one, it was a certain high he would get when a patient didn’t make it, a few times he could have prevented it, but he didn’t. The man was fascinated with the play of organs, even creating a spell that could keep one alive with their torso cut open; he used it the most to study the working organs with his own eyes. That was his favorite, a lovely spell that he unfortunately took to the grave with him, but Alvira was working on finding it out.<br><br>Alvira nodded to the girls, it was nostalgic to see such a look in his sister’s eyes; she had wanted to be a healer like their father, <em>exactly</em> like their father. Elvira didn’t want to save people, she didn’t want to heal anyone, she just wanted to dissect them, play with the anatomy and see what would happen; she had wanted to see someone die, and know exactly what caused it. Elvira didn’t get to witness their father’s dealings, but the man had taught her a few spells that dealt with healing; none of them were damaging, so she studied more in potions, but she was horrible at that, and either made acid or poison—every time. Though tonight was a dream to her, seeing so many dead bodies about was a dream come true, the only downside was that she didn’t get to see what killed them.<br><br>Alvira turned and walked up the stairs, Elvira walked over to Jessara and laced her fingers with hers, “Let us find something more interesting than this.” She told, gesturing to the pile of ash and burnt skeleton in the corner. Elvira’s hands stayed locked with Jessara as Alvira lead them out of the house, “Was that your first kill, Jessara? You seemed so natural when doing it.” It wasn’t really odd for Jessara to know such a murderous spell, and never really use it on a life, but Elvira wondered if she ever killed before.<br><br>Elvira never killed anyone before, that man was just her third victim. She knew her brother was killing, even as a child she knew he did, but she was pretty damn good at acting blissfully unaware of things, so as to not be used as leverage for her own brother’s prosecution. Even now, she wasn’t sure if they should really be doing something like this, but her brother felt that they would be safe, so she did, too. This part of the village was pretty clear, Alvira would know because he killed most of them when looking for green eyes. He took them to a deeper part of the village, a spot the siblings hadn’t been yet.<br><br>“When we moved here—Alvira and I—we decided that this was where we should stay; focus on the future.” It sounded as if she meant a future of them together, she didn’t, and yet she did. She was certainly of age, and should be looking for a husband, but why would she look when her suitor already lived with her? Elvira pulled Jessara closer and playfully leaned to whisper to her, “I did think about becoming a Mediwitch, but a thought like that is useless if I had a husband.” Yes, if she got the right husband, she wouldn’t need to be outside of the home healing the injured. Not that she wanted to heal anything, she just wanted to watch, she liked watching her father whenever she could. “Don’t be fooled,” Elvira straighten up, still holding the woman’s hand, “I don’t care to heal anyone, I just—I like <em>watching</em>.” She liked to study, she didn’t really need to be in on the action, “Maybe I should marry a healer…" That would surely fix her problems with studying, she could watch as her husband works, enjoy seeing the injured without loosing the housewife glow, "or one of these Death Eaters.” Her gaze danced across her brother’s back; she was covertly describing him, he wasn’t exactly a healer, but he did take up that job when he graduated, and he was a Death Eater, Elvira just hope she wasn’t being too obvious. Though she really didn’t care, the more people knew she claimed Alvira, the better. “Are you married, Jessara?” Elvira asked, turning the conversation over to her; she was certainly pretty, and she had good credibility by even knowing Malfoy, she was also one of those powerful witches, coming from Durmstrang. If that school credibility was correct, than she must be good in Dark Arts—was she not taken?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 05:57:25</strong>
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				"Thank you." Jessara beamed as she said it was beautiful, she had taken many years to perfect that control and she was very proud to show off her work. "I would be glad to see that spell, it looks marvelous. I have never heard of it though." She said with a small grin. She knew many spell casters had created their own spells throught the years so it didn't truly surprise her that there was other spells she didn't know out in the world. Her parents themselves had never actually encouraged her to kill muggles though they despised them. They did all they could to discourage interaction with muggles but as they lived in a country filled with muggle men and women they had learned to suffer with them. <br><br>"Yes, I have never killed someone before, but I tell you....it felt really good." She said, her eyes shining with pride. "Especially when I have had to suffer being around with their inferior race living beside me....I can say it felt really good." She grinned as Elvira locked her hand with Jessara's. She found herself a little confused as Elvira seemed to be conveying a more then sisterly attachment to her brother. Were they more then just brother and sister? Was she infatuated with her brother to the extent she wanted more then what should be acceptable for a brother and sister relationship? Well it was none of her business but she couldn't help but wonder. <br><br>The next question seemed to stun Jessara. "What? Oh no....not married. Haven't had a decent suitor in years, not that any of the ones I had could have been called suitors." She grimaced at the memory. Sadly though where she lived there were witches and wizards growing up...they were not pure bloods and so when they came calling of course she and her family would deny them. She would not have a suitor from anything less then a pure blooded family, she would be positive of that. "I don't mind though, the last pure blood relationship I had was while at school and personally, he wasn't the best guy to keep dating. I don't want to seem superficial but I just couldn't see myself marrying him." She had dated the captain of their quidditch team at school and when he had finally revealed the fact that he'd had a muggle grandmother she had dumped him. "For now since moving here a few years ago I mostly just work and try to make my way in the world. Not that I won't rule out marriage later, because I might marry, if the right pureblood comes along."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 08:26:39</strong>
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				<strong>Gemini Gallimean Torturing Muggle with Evan Rosier</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>August Gaust</strong><br><br>Upon Evan's first idea, Gemini turned from him still listening as he continued. When he finished, Gemini slowly reached out to the muggle woman, caressing her cheek and cooed soothingly to her. "Dear, dear. Would you like something beautiful?" Gemini was looking her straight in the eyes, using her womanly demeanor to reach out to the terrified muggle, playing with her mind. It was something Gemini adored about torture; screwing with a victims mind by playing nice all of a sudden or perhaps from the get go. The hint of veiled threat always existed to make the victim confused as to what was really going on, even if it was obvious they were being toyed with. Fear had a delicious way of clouding the mind to the obvious and Gemini exploited this fact. The woman's confusion became apparent as her sobbing slowly came to a soft sniffle, her mind trying to decipher what her newest captor meant. <br><br>Walking around to stand behind the girl, Gemini gently gripped the girls butt and ran her hand along it a moment. "Slightly smooth. Like the muggles say 'smooth as a babies butt', except not so much for her." The woman jerked as the hand had been placed on her butt, but otherwise did nothing already having been humiliated by Evan to the point of being unable to react, at least she felt so anyways. Having watched her husband die after having been used by Evan, she felt she had little left to loath and abhor, to make her truly fear and hate what was happening to her. <br><br>Taking Evan's advice, Gemini pointed her wand at the woman't left buttocks and began incanting the spell that would etch the dark mark into the muggle's butt. Immediately the girl cried out in tremendous pain, convulsing as the mark was seared onto her flesh. Gemini was going quite slow, intentionally slowing the spell down to exact exquisite suffering upon the helpless muggle. After two or three minutes she lifted her wand up and smiled at her work. "Excellent," she remarked coolly. The woman was panting, her eyes half open as Gemini walked back to the front of her. "Good idea Evan." Gemini said to him not looking at him instead at the girl. <br><br>Evan's last idea was quite well played as he hinted that Gemini should sexually assault this muggle. If Davus had been the one to hint, although he didn't hint with her, she wouldn't have hesitated, but with Evan she wasn't sure it was healthy for his crush or love, whatever it was he held for her. She contemplated it for several moments, but decided against it. Just then a sound caught her attention, coming from out in the hall.<br><br><br>August had slipped away from the strangely dressed girl with her boyfriend or brother or guardian, whatever he was, and had lost sight of Lavender. Sighing at the poor way this so called celebration was going, she couldn't help but think back to Gemini. She really wanted to be around her or possibly Bellatrix, though she didn't know where Bella was. Frowning, and giving Kel a soft kiss on its head she decided to go and find Gemini hoping that Davus had calmed down by this time. <br><br>It took her just a few minutes to navigate through the fires, other Death Eaters, and the left over destruction to make her back to the inn. Slowly walking up the steps she heard screams coming from up top. Her first instinct was to run to Gemini's aid but then realized she was being a moron; it had to be a muggle screaming! Davus wouldn't let anything happen, and Gemini was too good to be harmed by a muggle. Continuing her slow pace she managed the stairs and walked along the hall at a creep. Part of her was screaming to make noise so Davus wouldn't kill her on sight for sneaking, but that was precisely why the other half was making her sneak, so Davus wouldn't know she was there until she wanted him to know. <br><br>Her heart pounded so hard she thought it could be heard by anyone, but she kept skulking along anyways. She felt so stupid and pathetic, feeling like some child trying to sneak past mommy and daddy. She hated how she felt around those two sometimes; she was older for God's sake! But, oh did she long after Gemini. It was what drove her on. She wanted to just be near the woman, the long held hope of being bedded or even just kissed by the woman, a desire which made her do some incredibly stupid things; some she regretted. <br><br>Inside of a room, anonymous as it was, August saw Evan just standing, seeming to be watching someone(s). She moved in closer and saw Gemini walk around something or someone. Even a little closer and she saw a nude woman with her hands over her head tied to something on the roof. Her heart lept a moment when Gemini leaned in and licked the right nipple of the nude woman, the sight amazing. August bit her lip in anticipation of seeing more until Gemini turned and smiled at August. Jerking back in surprise at having been see, August almost gasped.<br><br>"Come here you sneaky little pet." Gemini had her wand pointed at August, using it to motion August in. She felt so bad, having been caught like a little pervert. Gemini grabbed her arm and pulled her close to the muggle and looked at Evan with a knowing look. "Seeing as how you do love women, why not watch these two? August, have fun with the muggle." August looked surprised, but Gemini's stern gaze was enough to squelch any debate; she was being ordered under the unofficial bond she had made. <br><br>Turning to the muggle woman, August imagined she was about to kiss Gemini, so as to force away the thoughts of the rape she would soon be committing. <br><br><strong>Davus Gallimean with Lucius Malfoy </strong><br><br>Davus raised his brow as Lucius spoke of his boy. A painting canvas he thought to himself, slightly amused for a moment. He could easily understand the desire to escape a child. Davus had seen his mother deal with his little sister, and the girl was more than a handful at times even for his patient and stern handed mother. Children didn't really interest him but he hadn't talked to Gemini about it, nor did she to him now that he thought of it. He knew perfectly well others expected he and Gemini to have a family and perhaps they would one day, and perhaps not. They had too much fun with each other, especially the sex, definitely the sex. He would hate to lose all the fun to a child. <br><br>Shrugging off the thoughts he chuckled at the second comment made to him that he actually barely caught thanks to his memories of his little sister popping into his mind. "Indeed Lucius. Fire is a great tool. An over used tool perhaps, if I might say so myself. Acid is quite effective, perhaps more so. It is less destructive if used correctly, though I suppose Fire can be controlled as well. Water has its cleansing ways as well. Aside from magic, water is likely the most powerful destructive force their is; well that and time, though I do think time is a bit more abstract and less tangible a force because time relies on other factors to do its work for it."<br><br>Davus chuckled once more. "Look at that, you got me philosophizing, in a way I suppose." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 06:30:42</strong>
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				Lucius listened to his point, yes acid had it's uses as well as did water. He was definitely right about both of them. "There really are many destructive forces in this world, it is all in how you desire to use them. I agree with you absolutely Davus." Lucius smiled at the thoughts of watching acid melt the flesh off of a person. Yes...there were definitely other entertaining ways to destroy not only buildings but a person's life. "But I believe the Dark Lord would approve of watching this place go down in flames."<br><br>The more he thought about it the more Lucius had to agree that they might be considered pyromaniacs by anyone witnessing it, as an explosion sounded down the road and another house went up in flames. "Well, I suppose we could stand here all night philosophizing about which element can be more destructive then the other. Or we can go and prove which on would be more destructive?" He raised a brow and smiled viciously. Killing was always more fun when you had someone around and Davus tended to have more alike views of the world then most of the others Lucius talked with. He definitely seemed more culturally put together. "So shall we go and see what delights this haggled little village still holds?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 04:23:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Barty Crouch Dueling with Damion Mutanda - With Bastien Bagnold.<strong> All others welcome to observe</strong></em></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4240552#msg4240552">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 09-02-2011, 19:47:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I adore a <em>good</em> duel, but I've yet to meet a Giant that can manage one of those." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Barty laughed, high and wild, the excitement of the coming fight tickling him from skin to soul. "No, indeed. They're more inclined to crushing what's in their path with pure force." He hadn't seen many of the giants of the Dark Lord's army, most of them fallen already to the Aurors, though the few he <em>had</em> crossed paths with were slow minded and dim. <br><br>His glee dampened after a few moments as sense crept through his mind. "Yet it would not do to underestimate..." Barty didn't know much about the half-giant or what he was capable of, but the fact remained he was a wizard with a wand and so more dangerous than his Giant relations.<br><br>It was stupidly easy to find the man, lumbering about, concentrating his attention of a muggle he was transfiguring. He watched this, tilting his head and realising he was not going to be such a simple task after all. Transfiguration was rather tricky and human transformation the trickiest of all, demanding great mental concentration, a deep well of power and graceful hand motion. <br><br>"<em>Him,</em>" Barty hissed suddenly, realising who it was. No, of course it had to be Damion Mutanda, that disgusting boy he had been at Hogwarts with. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," he growled softly. Damion had time and again attempted to best Barty in Transfigurations, Potions, Defence Against The Dark Arts. It had always been so satisfying to claim the top marks, but after a time the part-giant would lash out and had once pushed Barty from one of the moving staircases after a lesson.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4240552#msg4240552">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 09-02-2011, 19:47:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Mind if I watch?" he whispered very softly, "I enjoy watching..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Barty's eyes moved off his target to the other male, a grin catching his mouth. "Why Mister B, delinquent <em>and</em> perverted? Tut tut, what would mother-dear think?" He couldn't help but tease, though careful not to name his companion even in a whisper. "I do enjoy putting on a performance. And I dare say some of the others might show an interest."<br><br>He walked forwards, not trying to hide himself, knowing that would alert his school-mate to danger. He was worried the brute might shout his name out, if he recognised him - voiceless spellcasting, then. More difficult, but he couldn't give himself away.<br><br>As Barty approached, Damion was elongating the muggle's neck, more and more, laughing harder and harder as he did so, the muggle man flailing and trying desperately to drag his head back down to his shoulders by tugging on his ears. It was a wonderful piece of spellcraft, but Barty hated it just for being cast by the large youth. As Barty lifted his wand, Damion turned towards him, as if expecting Barty to join in or compliment - but his laughter choked in his throat when Barty's silent Conjunctivitus Curse hit him hard.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 07:37:43</strong>
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				<strong>Davus Gallimean with Lucius Malfoy</strong><br><br>It was good to hear someone who agreed with his ideas, besides his wife. So many of the Death Eaters among Voldemorts ranks were seemingly mindless tools and brutes, though some like Snape had great intelligence and the ability to use it to great affect. Lucius was someone who could keep Davus on his toes intellectually, keeping him sharp, whereas the others would only dull him as he listened or dealt with their insipidness. <br><br>"I agree. This night is of fire. Its a celebration of his mighty power as much as sending a message of the wizarding world. The Dark Lord ascends." <br><br>With a friendly pat on Lucius's shoulder, Davus began walking off down the road, taking it slow so Lucius could follow easily. "I don't think this village has much left in it," he said chuckling. "Our fellow Death Eaters have been 'hard at work'." As he strolled along, a male muggle came running down the road, surprising Davus slightly; more so that one could have gotten so far without being seen until now, than being caught off guard. "Whats this? One of ours let this one slip past them? We shall have to find out who is getting sloppy and re-educate them." <br><br>Davus snapped out one of his custom spells, "Caesempra Diem!", and watched bemused as the muggle stumbled, grasping his face as he realized he couldn't see any longer. Davus walked up to the man, tapping his hand with his wand, toying with him. "Can't see? Let me help you with that." Taking a step back, he cast another spell, his wife's signature spell. "Acidusbasi," then kicked the cringing man over. <br><br>"Lucius, your turn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 19:31:03</strong>
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				Lucius nodded his agreement to Davus as they walked through the village. "Yes, well I did get a couple of homes myself. But I do agree, they seem to be most eager to destroy the village." He grinned, he himself was very eager to do level the reminants of this pathetic village himself. As they walked Davus had spotted a muggle man running towards them. As Davus casted his spell Lucius brought out his wand and laughed at the man as he fell. <br><br>Lucius wasn't much for letting a muggle go as well so seeing that one of his fellow Death Eaters had missed this one made him disgusted, they really ought to make sure they check everywhere before leaving a home. "Tut, tut." Lucius said as he approached the cowering man who was now cringing in pain. "Did you think you could escape the fate that the Dark Lord has bestowed on your worthless lives? You should be rejoicing he is taking mercy on your miserable hides by giving you death." Lucius told the man coolly, his words penetrating the mans scared and simple mind. Yes, the man would die by their hands tonight, of this he saw no reason to hide from the pathetic worm cowering before him. <br><br><br>"Ruptispecktis!" He called out and the man gripped his eyes, screaming in pain as Lucius smiled. He wanted to make the filthy man before him to feel the pain of torture before they gave him his end. "Davus, what do you think we should do with him? End his misery sooner then later of have some fun with him first?" He asked and heard a commotion down the road from them, turning he saw in the distance what looked like a wizards duel but could only see the larger man. "Well what do you suppose is going on over there?" He asked, intrigued by the light flashing in the air. He didn't think the Aurors had been notified quite yet. "In light of my curiosity my friend, I think we should grant this flea his end and see what is going on there." He said, waiving his wand to end the pain as the man whined and gripped at his eyes, rubbing them to try and soothe them. <br><br>"Would you like the honors or shall I?" Lucius raised a brow, more then willing to give the man's life to Davus, as he was the first to spot him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time of the Death Eaters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 17:59:19</strong>
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				Kyraina's eyes were that of complete blood lust by now. She loved to see the filthy man below her stuck in his bowing position screaming in agony as his flesh was ripped from him by tiny beaks. Then Bellatrix came into the picture only a little for Kyraina though for how far gone she was as her own semi low hyena style laugh ripped through the night. The blood splattered all directions slowly painting Ky's body which made her body shake in an almost terrible extacy, "Oh such the marvel of the blood of those lower then ones self..." She said as her eyes almost darkened in utter lost sanity. <br><br>Kyraina carefully waved her wand once more causing boils to spill upon what was left of the filthy man's flesh each popping on their own as well as when the birds chewed on his flesh, "Now look at me you filth!" She ordered forcing the man who's face was almost just muscle and bone to stare up at her blood pouring down into his eyes and mouth which gave her even more of a thrill then before as his screams became worse as the birds now in view of his eyes could claw and bite at them as well. <br><br>As she started dancing around in utter and amazing extacy her blood thrilled with the filth slowly being ripped apart on his own pain and flesh laughed like a blood curdling hyena whom had had the best meal or thrill of its life. This was the life! Killing and torturing this filth who did not deserve one thing out of this life! Finally slowing her dance and making sure Bellatrix was out of the way just as the man was getting close to his last breath anyways she waved her wand at him, "Avada Kedavra!" Killing the man the look of shock and exruciating pain on his face as he collapsed in a pile of blood, flesh, muscle and bone.
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