If you asked the first of Lord Voldemort’s supporters why they had joined his cause, they would answer with a response similar to, "Because we wanted to destroy the poisonous grasp of the mudbloods and live in a world the was pure." If you asked Antonin Dolohov, one of Voldemort’s initial Death Eaters, the same question, he would answer with, "Because Lord Voldemort asked me to." (GoCalgaryFlamesGo)

This was his response. Lord Voldemort did not need to ask Alexander Avery for his allegiance, the mudbloods had already procured it for him. He would stand by those seven words he had told his mother and he would make sure that those seven words where something his future children would be proud to say as well. (Novadestin)

Wand light burst from tens of wand tips, and the clearing was at once bathed in light. The captive was roughly forced to his feet, and the ropes disappeared as suddenly as they had bound him – he hadn’t realized he had gone numb. (HHr4eva)

Vincent Crabbe lost everything after he received the news that he would be staying another year at Hogwarts, while his friends proceeded with their plans of graduation. Now its the beginning of his eighth year at the school and an unknown vistor appears to give him everything he wanted. (greylady_ravenclaw)

He loved hurting, controlling, and killing the mudbloods, muggles and any other non -supporters. There was no way he’d stop. He was the Dark Lord’s follower, ready to destroy the muggles and mudbloods and have the purebloods rise to power. He was a Death Eater.

Respected by some yet hated and feared by many, Mulciber Jr even as a Hogwarts student had only one goal where he knew his talent would be appreciated. The least likely to be accused a blood traitor, Mucliber was always the perfect pureblood wizard. (Sandra)

Lucius Malfoy just went through the motions- until the Dark Lord requested his service. (CatieBabey)

Ever wondered how it was that Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf, came to stand in allegiance beside Lord Voldemort? Here follows the tale of this event, of the proposition that Lord Voldemort made to the werewolf that thrived off the flesh of children. (Burke)

Narcissa waited a few moments until she heard a loud pop and then picked up a glass vase filled with cosmos and heather, peace and solitude. She hurled it across the room with a scream of frustration and closed her eyes as the grimly satisfying shatter reached her ears. There was no changing what Lucius did but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use it to her advantage. No one was going to make Narcissa wilt like a dead flower. (XslowlyXfadingX)