I own nothing. Written for Megsy's Random Characters Challenge
He started because he knew his father would die if he ever found out. He savoured the sweet taste of rebellion, its flavour thick on his tongue with each one his father sent away. He had almost backed out when they gave him the Mark, but the first curse he cast in the name of the Dark Lord, it was well worth the pain.
Each time someone writhed in pain, he knew the searing sensation running through their bodies, piercing their sanity. The howls of pain, and the screams, they were delightful, their echoes whispered soothing words to him before he drifted off to sleep. And each time he saw his father's face, the sandy haired boy could only grin, amused that this man had no idea about his hidden life.
Each flash of green light that flashed from his wand gave him a euphoric high. The thud of a lifeless body crashing to the ground, sickening to most others was his lullaby. The smooth hiss of his Dark Lord's voice was as welcomed as a mother's caress, and the blinding pain he received for a mistake was a mere scolding. He was the perfect son on the outside.
And that day that fateful day, he and the Lestranges had tried to torture information out of those fool Longbottoms he had relished each shriek that ripped from their throats, each shudder of their tormented bodies. And the wailing of the baby that started just before the Aurors appeared… Oh, how the sounds comforted him, how the pain fed his soul. The Dementors sucked the happiness from him, yes, the small while he had been in Azkaban before his mother rescued them, but they had never been able to quench the thirst.
When he lived in his mother's body, not allowed for a wand, aching for the bitter sound of pain. Even to have pain inflicted on him. Pain. There was an ever-present thirst to see someone, something, screaming and writhing. And then he found Winky. Winky didn't mind what he did to her, and he commanded her never to tell. And she never would.
Pain was a lullaby, the last colors fading into nothingness, the last emotions withering inside him, his last thoughts ending abruptly as the soul, as twisted as it was, was extracted from his body. And there was no pain.