The Beautiful Dark
Disclaimer: I only own River Ciampi, sadly meaning, I don't own Harry Potter…yet! MWUAHAHAHAAHA!
A/N: *cough* Yessum, anywayz…a brief interlude to WASOM, which I hope will cure my writer's block.
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The man sat with his hands folded in his lap, his eyes lay unfocused on some invisible landmark on the horizon. Around him, merriment and pre-Christmas, post-Halloween spirits were high.
His raven-black hair fell into his eyes as he absent-mindedly sipped at the fine sake Lucius Malfoy had so kindly presented to him. He inwardly snorted.
So kindly.
He knew very well that it was intended to loosen him up a bit, to stop him from looking like a suicide on Christmas day, to humour his companions, even, by witnessing him unguarded and content.
Indeed he would not loosen up, and the sounds of the mirth and happiness of his… 'friends' fell upon deaf ears, as a name haunted his mind.
Voldemort.
The Dark Lord.
_His_ Lord. The man, no, deity, who had rescued him from a plunge into a world full of tainted, impure Mudbloods, a world full of people who had no appreciation for the purity of blood, who turned a blind eye to the obviously higher intellect and talent of the pure-bloods, in comparison to the vermin which dared to intrude upon their previously untainted world.
Fools like Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black, who had the gall and lack of self-respect to associate and, dare he think it, embrace the Muggle filth.
Yes, his Lord, his Master, was definitely also his Saviour.
The brilliant parody of a deity was, indeed, as beautiful as He was dark. Not that the man was attracted to any other than women, but his Lord was different. His power and purity was so overwhelming that the very thought of Him brought about a burst of ecstasy, the likes of which could not be compared to anything else in existence.
The man's ponderings were interrupted by the familiar combination of agony and ecstasy spreading through his body from his left arm.
The room was filled with gasps, cries and yelps.
Without the need for communication, the party immediately disassembled with faint 'plops'.
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The man's magnificent black-brown eyes glittered in anticipation as he Apparated into position between Lucius Malfoy and Marcus Lestrange. His breath caught in his throat and he shielded his eyes as his Master arrived in an explosion of green light.
"My loyal Deatheaters…I bring you before me to introduce you to a dear friend and strong ally of mine," Voldemort hissed, sending waves of intense pleasure down his back. "I am sure you will recognise the beautifully dangerous daughter of the President of Italy: may I present, River Ciampi ," he purred, turning to smile sardonically at the figure standing beside him. The figure stepped out of the shadows, and the man noticed Lucius swallow audibly and looked up. He felt his knees weaken slightly.
River Ciampi had incredibly pale skin, brilliant green eyes, straight, silky hair falling halfway down her back, long, shapely legs and a full chest. The dangerous, intelligent glint in her eyes made her seem even more appealing to the assorted Deatheaters.
As her eyes drifted over each desiring Deatheater, they fell upon the man.
Severus Snape, for the second time in his life, felt himself become almost willingly seduced by the beauty of darkness.
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