Because none of us is as cruel as all of us.


Together they were brutal; their faces betraying no emotion as they tore apart families sending so many to the land of the dead. Easily using the deadliest of curses as mad laughter tore through their ranks. Those curses which needed and near endless pool of hate, anger and… fear.

They cowered though it was not in their prideful nature to do so, and they begged for forgiveness for crimes they had not done, to the one who had the most hate and anger and fear out of all of them.

The one whose name they dared not say for fear of pain beyond what their mind could take, and hoped that they were too useful for that to be done to them.


Alone they were broken; tears tumbling down the icy mask they called a face, until they couldn't hold back anymore and it smashed, millions of shards of ice shattering as if they were never there. Revealing the pain, that they caused to themselves when causing pain to others, the love they felt for their families, and the… fear.

The fear that their weakness would be discovered and that they would die in the dungeon of the lord they hated. The fear that forgiveness would never come, for why would it, everyone knew that they were evil and dark, didn't they. The fear that one day everyone would see that they needed each other more than anyone else, and would tear them apart faster than a starving manticore. And take away the only thing that was keeping them human, then put them in a place where love didn't exist, and they would become like those few their Lord favoured, insane and dark and terrified that one misstep, would kill their families until they were killed off one by one.

So they put their masks bask together, shard by shard, piece by piece, chunk by chunk, until eventually it was as good as, no better that new, for now the mask now carried a barrier against emotion, and none of the hate and pain and anger and love and… nothing, they felt showed on their faces.


Together they attacked; hoping desperately that they would be stopped as they watched the trail they left behind. That of dead parents (like them), of orphans (like their children), of raped women and girls (like their wives), and the feeling of despair (wasn't that everything?).

But nothing happened.


Alone they watched; as their fellow discarded their masks, for they had no emotions to hide anymore. They hoped that day would never come for them.

Everything had been taken from them, and as they felt the burn of their mistakes with their left arm they could do nothing against the force that had already picked them and thrown them into a spiral of despair (it was everything), until they reached the centre, where there was nothing. They went along with the things they hated, just to see the people they loved (what did that mean again, I forgot).

They reminded themselves that they would never do this alone, until one day they remembered this was their life.

And they too discarded their mask.


A/N: Wow. I didn't know I had that in me. Anyway I found a quote on the internet and I knew that I needed to write a oneshot about it, it's meant to be about DeathEaters and how they felt, but I guess it can be interpreted in other ways. What do you think?