Lelantos
Lelantos: Titan of birds, summer winds, and the unseen. Associated with the hunter's skill of stalking prey.
Ah, he thinks as he circles above the manor, a satisfied grin gracing his dark features. So this is why I became a Death Eater.
It's not entirely true, of course; he's a Black, so Dark magic should come as second nature – but that's what he likes to tell himself. This is his choice, and his choice alone.
And why wouldn't he choose the winning side? Darkness surely meant power, and that was something to which he was positive no one was immune. The Dark Lord himself believed it.
And the Dark Lord needs you to focus on the task at hand, he reminds himself. Steadying himself on his broom, he signals his allies and heads for the window.
The sound of shattering glass marks their arrival. Regulus Black, Augustus Rookwood, and Evan Rosier, all unscathed, dismount their brooms and close in on their prey. They are sadistic, feral; that much is only expected. Their mark is cast high above the tower, a sickening yet somehow satisfying reminder that they are to be feared.
He hovers above the trees, watching the tower burn from a distance. He's been trained not to let it bother him. No, what crosses his mind at this moment is the reason he's able to do this: the sturdy shaft of oak beneath him, the gleaming wood keeping him afloat in the night air.
It's why he loves his new occupation – the extent of freedom he's able to have.
The Wasps wouldn't have given you a new broom. They wouldn't have let you roam free in the night, let you demonstrate your abilities outside the field.
His work is done, and he's free once more. Without a backward glance, he takes off into the horizon, soaring in a perfect arc through the moonlight.
The still-fresh burn on his left forearm doesn't pain him once.
Written for Laux14's Mythology Competition.