He was such a sad, lost creature. Too many years of being downtrodden by the only people who mattered, had ultimately destroyed him. He was bitter, and shared far too many of the poor morals his family had inflicted upon him.
As sad as it was true, Regulus knew that Kreacher would do anything he asked of him. The younger of the Black brothers hated the way house elves, this one in particular, were treated, but he knew that he had no choice but to take advantage of it this one time. He had no idea what he was about to face. No idea how dangerous it could become, and he needed someone who would do exactly as he asked, no matter what.
There was no doubt in his mind that he would die soon. His only hope was that he could complete this one last, great adventure before it was too late. If he could, then he knew the Dark Lord would soon claim his life. But it would be worth it. If he could only thwart him a little, then it would be worth it. He wasn't afraid to admit that he had taken the wrong path. The darkness had drawn him in, and he had been too weak to deny it. Now was his chance. His only chance to redeem himself. No one would know what he had done, of course. At least not for a very long time, if ever. Perhaps the Dark Lord would know right away. Maybe he would feel it. Regulus had no way of knowing, of course.
He was prepared. Ready for once last hoorah.
