The last head falls to the ground
No one is left alive
They thought that they could take me down
But it's not my time to die
Ten men are dead by my feet
I smell their steaming blood
And I smile, cause it makes me…
…makes me feel so good
They were crawling on their knees
Begging for their pathetic lives
Now their souls belong to me
As well as their eyes
A dark day had fallen upon the world, the start of a new reign. Voldemort stood by himself, no one else survived. He barely defeated Harry, his only worthy opponent.
After Harry's death, the death eaters easily finished off the rest of Harry's followers. Twelve death eaters stood before Voldemort. Twelve unworthy of his presence. For fighting with him, he chose to simply kill them all and show mercy, for their honor.
All the power of the world lay in the hands of this one dark wizard. He would never again know the feeling of fear. He would never again feel anything.
He made himself immortal in order to forever bring fear to the world, no one could ever stop him now. Simply forgetting the common wish all immortals share, the wish to die.
A cold numbness surrounded Voldemort. It took over him and drove him mad. How could a wizard as powerful as himself, become unable to feed off the hurt he brought? He tortured entire families and felt nothing. He could see the fear amongst the people but not touch it himself.
Unable to die, a mental prism began to construct itself within his mind. Once a great wizard, now a lost man searching for something he'll never understand.
A/N: I don't own any HP characters. Lyrics from artist Amon Amarth, song titled "Where Silent Gods Stand Guard." Album: Versus the World