AN:
First story and one shot about life as a Dementor and Threogen is pronounced Three-O-Gean sorry its so short but I plan to wright longer Fics in the future Reviews appreciated Thanks Basilisk out :)
A scream of pure fear was heard over the roaring winds, a prisoner must of thought it was a good idea to question one of the guards authority. "You monsters, go die!" The result of this was a crunch followed by more wailing, good thing having jagged stone walls " Threogen (Azkaban guard level 7 Lestrange cell) thought to himself as the wails of agony subdued. Thinks life as a guard is easy or likeable, see how he likes being forced to do something or having your essence taken out by a ring filled with liquid patronus like I lost my mother, Threogen cursed himself as he felt despair build up in his Ulther (Like a heart only stores emotion for Dementors). Wishing there was another way he glided over to Bellatrix and opened his mouth the result was happiness being taken from another being into him, "Why? why do you do this"
There is no other way he thought bitterly as he stopped her hunger showed a ribcage with half the ribs broken as well as a deep jagged cut running from her hip to her bellybutton. He looked at the wall and saw a poem engraved on the wall under it lying a sharp rock brown with small milky white crystals. looking at the poem again he tried to block out the effect of his Ulther his long thin fingers turned into fists as he heard a voice in the back of his mind. The Lord of Azkaban was coming. Theogen wondered if he should run "No" he thought to himself I shall read it once more
Pain is the only friend I have left
In the fortress of pain and fear
I feel the guards presence near
In death I much desire
But no my masters needs of me are higher
Strangely, its weird to know
pain stops me from sinking to low...
There was more he wanted to read, More he NEEDED to read but no the ring pressed against his forhead then Peace and finely has been relived of his duty...