Author's Note: I'm not sure if this is to be continued. This is my first fic here and I'd like to see the kind of reviews I'd get.
There is a certain smell that comes with chaos. The fear that consumes the erratic hearts of the well-intentioned, the mindless destruction of buildings, and the sharp tinge created by the smoke billowing off of flames… It was a putrid smell that had a tendency to tickle the nose. The smell was accompanied by a prickle on the back of the head, and hair standing on end. This was all the response to prey being cornered by predator, and yes, there were many. They scattered about, trying to find shelter, and not a single one was spared. Screams pierced the air, and a shout could be heard – a name, followed by a shrill scream and a soft thump… The sound of a body falling to the ground. Among the prey were the predators, running around madly, throwing spells every which way.
It was a war they had wanted, and it was a war that they received.
In the midst of the pandemonium stood a tall figure, wrapped in a dark cloak and seemingly tranquil in contrast to the surroundings. A sigh of satisfaction slithered out of the being's mouth. A being because, upon first glance, one could not tell if this thing were man or beast, snake or human. Like a wall, this creature stood in the middle of the battlefield, as astute and unyielding as entirely possible in the scene that unfolded before it.
Yellow eyes, like that of a cat's, scanned over this victory. Any brave enough to defy this man would see the end of their life. Well, they would anyway. There is no need to defy. But let us… pretend. The entity's thoughts projected over the heads of the frightened, and they all dropped to their knees. There is no reason to fight. There is no reason to defend.
As the scared insects cowered underneath their arms, sobbing and probably wetting themselves like imbeciles, the man strode forward. The thoughts conjured in his mind, so easily received by the dimwitted witches and wizards he saw before him; this demonstrated a capability unseen in this world before. His gait was steady and confident as he trailed forward, stepping over the dead bodies in disgust. His cloak swished after him, though no wind could be felt.
Give up this battle. Join me, or die. Those reptilian eyes scanned the sea of bodies, dead and alive alike, and eye contact was made with every orb that could be seen. I am your leader now. I am the reason that you will live. I am the reason that you will die. Why would you make your death so easily obtained?
To his amusement, some heads popped up from the ground. The weak minded, the unbelievably frightened, would do anything to live. Just like he would. Just like he did.
Quickly, the white wand was raised – the most powerful wand in existence now belonged to the most powerful wizard. A perfect match. To his right came a whimper. "Voldemort…" The voice gasped, barely a tremble. "I will join you…" A hand caked in blood gripped at his shoes. He kicked it off with impunity. He dug the tip of his wand into the puffy, swollen face of the speaker.
"The dead will do me no good. Avada Kedavra," he hissed, his voice soft and unsympathetic at the same time. Barely a second passed before his gaze was lifted again, drifting from face to face, sorting out the loyal from the vindictive, the brilliant from the stupid. All at once, it was decided that none of these cowards would serve him well. None of these fools deserved to live.
Swiftly, he pointed his wand at wizard to witch to child. Each dropped to the ground, the life that had filled their eyes a second before diminished.
A sardonic grin pulled from ear to ear, stretching the skin on the Lord's taught face. After all these years, he finally had what he'd always wanted. And he was just getting started.