A/N 4.14.13: This one is boring and definitely not my best written.
Here's Faceless, written in the days of Amanda Katrice Granger...enjoy!
Inspired by p.550 of Deathly Hallows.
The quote: "…he, the killer of Dumbledore and of how many other worthless, nameless men…"
Announcements: Sorry that I didn't update on Tuesday.
Faceless
"Listen, my Lord, I-"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green.
A soul lost.
As he looked back on his latest kill, he felt no shame. He had no emotions, anyway.
But he felt some type of power, and that wasn't a feeling. (According to him, it was something you had to gain.)
Yes, power. Unending power. He has all of the power in the world.
He could can kill anyone he please.
After all, everyone he destroyed was a criminal. They were in his way, and that was worthy of more than death.
But the Dark Lord was a merciful leader, so he only tortured some.
He had a grudge against everyone who didn't have the mark of loyalty on his arm.
This really was fair, to be blunt. They weren't working for his cause. So he did his job.
As the years would go on and killing bacame breathing, he didn't care who the curse hit. They didn't matter to him. Nameless, faceless men, useless soldiers.
As Lord Voldemort stroked his wand, he felt every crevice and crack, knowing that he was invincible.
He remembered every murder, knowing that the space between the crevices and the cracks were just as close as he was to own the world.
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