Jen: Okay this randomly went through my head. I'm not really sure if it makes sense. If it doesn't please tell me and I will try and fix it :) also please R&R EVEN if you think it sucks
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I look at you from across the battlefield. Your eyes are bright and determined, you are ready to take the life of anyone who stands in your way to kill me.
That is wrong, you used to be a little boy burdened by a huge destiny and now you are a hardened soldier following his orders to the letter. It was I who made you this way. Fate came to me - that awful, withered hag - and she said that if i made my downfall easy then you and the world would not learn they're long overdue lesson. Due to this deception I know only one event will quell the poison like bloodlust running through your veins.
Blood is splattered on your dishevelled robes. It will never come off, never properly leave you. People often think its easy for me to kill others, in fact it is the opposite. I see the light leave their eyes, the pain etched on their face, which is now a death mask, and I am relentlessly aware I put it there. I pray to the cruel gods not to let my fate also become yours.
You face me now, shouting about how I wrecked everyone's lives and how much you hate me. I wish I can tell you that it was not me but Fate who did those cruel misdeeds. It was Fate who needed someone strong like you to bring the world back into the light. As it is a fact that by killing the corporeal form of darkness the world will become a better place through securing no such force exists again. It is only through suffering we realise how good we had it when everything and everyone was nice. Realise how we took it all for granted, I definitely did. Once I tried to shun my destiny by killing you as a baby. I thought that by your demise I would live but Fate doesn't allow someone to take they're future in their own hands. Instead I became a shell of what I once was, a reminder that I had a job to do and that Life would not cut her strings until I had accomplished it. So i tortured you, made you go through such hardships so you could become this, the bringer of Light to the dark and desolate world of old.
As I look at your tired features I know that my job is complete, the world will cease to be a dark place, you will grow up as the face of the Light and I, I the unwilling human form of darkness shall die here on this battleground never to be remembered fondly. You utter the words that will be my demise. I Lord Voldemort, Fate's puppet, am no more. Fate smiles, her work is done and peace is restored.