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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 13, 2007 21:32:04 GMT -5
Destrane entered the dungeons, his boots echoing against the stone walls. His wand was gripped firmly in his hand as he looked around. Various prisoners shrunk away from him. The fools, they couldn't get away, if if they had their wands.
The boy came to stand before a broken Auror. The man had outlived his usefulness. Destrane twirled his wand elegantly through his fingers, deep in thought. Suddenly he flicked it, watching with a sadistic pleasure as his curse slammed into the man. Immediately snakes began appearing around the victim, closing in to attack.
He let out a low string of hisses. "Do not kill him just yet, little ones," his voice, though unrecognizable when using parsletongue, was dark and foreboding.
As the snakes obeyed his command, he practiced a few small wand movements calmly. The man's screams sounded wonderful to his ears and he suddenly made another violent movement. The Cruciatus Curse was cast silently and the man screamed in agony and horror. True, Destrane had much to learn and was below his father and cousin, but his skills with the Unforgivables were matched by no others.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 14, 2007 4:31:26 GMT -5
Helena strolled into the dungeons, her stilettos clicking on the stone floor a cold smile on her pretty face as she silently moved toward the spectators area of the room to watch her dark love torture the pathetic Auror. Her head held up with pride, she kissed her pet snake she had wrapped her arm, smirking at the sounds of the screams that filled the air around them.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 14, 2007 7:19:31 GMT -5
Destrane turned when he heard another enter the dungeons. Even as the man screamed, motioned for her to come to him, silent and observing. If she did, he would wrap an arm around her waist before turning back to the Auror.
"Piece of shit," he muttered under his breath towards the pathetic being before them. He flicked his wand to end the pain for a moment. The snakes he had conjured began to attack once more and he turned to kiss Cricket on the lips firmly.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 14, 2007 13:55:42 GMT -5
Helena moved over to her beloved, smirking at the little Auror before them, the molded against Destrane as he wrapped his arm around her waist. The python lowered its head and blew it tongue out at the pathetic excuse for a wizard on the floor, as if mocking him. Her red lips smiled as Des kissed her, and she returned the kiss her face coming up to caress his face.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 14, 2007 14:37:29 GMT -5
Destrane tilted his head, deep in thought. He reluctantly pulled away from Cricket to kneel at the bars to the cell. His eyes glinted coldly as he spun his wand once more.
"Now now...what should I do with you?" he smirked as the snakes slithered up his arm. The boy let out a string of hisses and the snakes suddenly disappeared. He stood slowly and stretched, yawning. "I think you've outlived your usefulness..." his voice was sickeningly sweet as he eyed the pathetic creature before him.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 14, 2007 16:10:47 GMT -5
Voldemort had had a lot of build up a stress lately and been quite intent on going ot the dungeons and releasing that stress, however when he did reach his second favourite place within his mansion, he was curious to already hear the exquisite sound of screams in his ears. Walking farther into the darkness, Voldemorts red eyes gleaming in the darkness landed upon his son and a girl he did not yet know the name of. Pulling out his wand, he moved deathly silent closer to the area they were standing, the prisoners far to out of it to even notice his prescence as he made not a sound.
"Now son, is that truly your decision." He said to the boys comment, stepping out of the shadows, his mask of cold indifference on, however marked with a twinge of amusement. He was glad to have caught his son in the dungeons, it was always good to hear your heir was doing his daily torturing.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 14, 2007 16:25:47 GMT -5
Helena watched in silence as Destrane pulled away from her to taunt the little man who cowardly struggled away from them. Abeb, the python wrapped around her slender arm, slid back up to nestle in the comfort of his mistress neck and hair.
Upon Voldemort's entrance she bowed her head in respect to the Dark Lord muttering a soft "M'Lord"
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 14, 2007 16:30:27 GMT -5
Destrane spun, his expression hard to read. At his father's words, however, a grin touched his lips. He placed his hand on Helena's shoulder, ignoring the feel of her pet's tongue against his skin. Most snakes were drawn to him and he didn't really care about it.
"Of course, father, it is your decision," he paused and sent a dark look at the pathetic Auror, "but...it is truly enjoyable to watch them."
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