"My Lord." Bellatrix said, standing before her Lord.
Voldemort heard her voice behind him. He had been waiting for her. He turned around, to behold her, in silence. Then he slowly approached the woman, as she stared at him admiringly. The nearer he got, the more excited she became, until his bone white face and intrigueig expression filled her vision, ensueing a deep, pervading fear, but honored reverie and stupor that all together created a wide-eyed woman Death Eater before him.
Her face was laced with anticipatory excitement, Her Lord had called her here, her alone. She did not know why, but she was eager to find out what he wanted with just her...
The Dark Lord stood very close in front of her, and began to stroke her face gently with his cold, inhuman hand, making her melt to his touch.
"Bella..." He whispered quietly into her ear. "There is something I want from you..." Voldemort knew Bellatrix could not resist this; her strong infatuation for him had not gone unnoticed all this time. That was why she was perfect for this.
"What is it, my Lord? I'll do anything you ask." Bellatrix replied, in an equally hushed tone, her heart beating fast.
"I want...offspring."
Bellatrix gasped. Then a smile twitched at the corner of her dark lips, her eyes fluttering closed for a split second. Voldemort detected every single movement.
"Lord..." She whispered, in awe that he would ever ask her to bear his child...It was almost unthinkable.
Her husband, Rudolphus didn't mean a thing. She had never loved him. She had only married him because it was expected of her to marry a pureblood. Her master had need for her, and he was more important than anything else. And that was that.
Upon Bellatrix's reaction, Voldemort moved away from her, and turned his back on her. He spoke,
"Not only must we kep the bloodline of Salazar Slytherin alive, but a child of my descent, of me, the most powerful wizard alive, would create yet anther formidable foe to bring us complete control of the wizard world- Harry Potter will be long dead by the time the child is old enough to be of use."
Bellatrix smiled, and then got down on her knees before her Lord, head bowed, dark hair obscuring her face.
"My Lord...I will do anything you wish." She said, submitting herself to his desire. Voldemort looked down on her with something that resembled a triumphant smile.
"Good..."He said. He turned his back on her. "You may go...for now."
Bellatrix rose, and bowed. "Thank you, my Lord." She said, her eyes sparkling. She left silently, but as soon as the door shut behind her she skipped away, humming to herself. She danced down the hall, hopping around and twirling her long black dress around her, letting out a little cackle.
Voldemort contemplated to himself-With a son to become nearly as powerful as he himself, and whom would also make himself immortal, they would be twice as unstoppable. He knew that Bellatrix was the best choice for this. She loved him with an unfailing devotion, and would do anything he asked of her.