Dark Revelry
Severus had heard the stories long before he had joined. But the stories couldn't compare to the reality of what he was doing. And the worst part of it was the fact that he wasn't being forced. He chose to answer his Master's summons and he chose to brew the poisons and he chose to teach his fellow Death Eaters the spells that he had created. He chose. And he chose to be at this particular house that night. It was some Muggle's house in Shropshire county, and it was unknown to Severus (as it was surely unknown to his brethren) as to why this Muggle needed to be made an example of but he was there anyway. And it was he who cast the curse that broke down the door, and as the Muggle rushed through his house trying to find something, anything, that he could use to defend himself, it was Severus who cast the Immobilizing Hex. And it was Severus who Levitated the body outside. And it was Severus who strung him up in the air with a motion of his wand and words that no one could hear. And it was Severus who let the other Death Eaters take shots at the Muggle while he held him in the air. And as they were leaving, their dark revelry done for the night, it was Severus who cast their Lord's Mark into the air. And it was Severus, who upon his arrival to his domicile, heaved until his stomach was barren and could produce nothing more, and it was Severus who lay shaking on the floor covered in his own filth until he finally lost consciousness.