{{Of A Different Kind}}
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Bellatrix
Prompt: Honourable
A/N: For UnleashTheSnitch114's 'Prompt Competiton: The Black Sisters'.
Honourable.
That's me, in every sense of the word.
I am pure-blood. I am perfect. I am loyal to my cause.
What is honour, if not this?
Some may not agree with my motives, or the way I go about them, but they don't understand the type of honour I aim for.
I strive for a very different type.
It's not traditional. At least, not to some. For us, the Blacks, my kind of honour is the perfect kind.
And I work for it every single day.
You don't understand, but I don't need you to understand.
It's just mine.
)O(
Loyal.
It's not always easy, being the only sister who actually remains truly loyal to her ancestry.
Silly Andromeda and her whimsical love for filthy mudbloods.
Foolish Narcissa and her weak, too forgiving nature.
I, Bellatrix, am the only Black sister who actually follows mother and father's wishes for a proper, pure-blood upbringing.
I don't disregard their wishes and chase after meaningless dreams.
I don't cower at my husband's command.
I am my own person, who chooses to act in a way that pleases those who I admire the most.
I am loyal, to the very end.
To the death.
)O(
Darkness.
It flows through my veins, and colours my blood. It's tainted my heart, and caressed my soul. But it is perfect, and is nothing more than an aid to my Dark Lord's wishes.
I see the way it looks at it, the darkness, and the lust in his slit eyes.
He hungers for it, wants it, and knows that I can give it to him.
And I will, somehow. I will destroy those he wants me to destroy. I will kill and maim and torture for him.
My soul and heart are for him.
My darkness is for him.
)O(
Death.
Green, powerful, magical death. It feeds me, and I consume it eagerly. Death is beautiful, is poignant, and I will cause any person's demise without a thought.
I will savour it, taste it, love it.
I am a dark angel, decider of life and light, and I will reap.
I have no limits, and no-one has control over me.
If I want someone to die, I will make it happen.
There are no morals inside me. And who needs them? They are for the weak, the ones bound by social constructs.
If I want it, I'll do it.
Simple.