"Regulus, are you aware of a rare bit of magic known as a Horcrux? I do not expect you to be."
"I am not, my Lord."
"It's an object, an object in which a fragment of one's soul is concealed. The art of the Horcrux has been deemed wicked by those that pollute the highest ranks of our society, and thus, it is not taught or discussed."
"A fragment of a soul? What is the purpose of such magic?"
"Even if the body is destroyed, the Horcrux remains. The fragment of the soul left behind within the object continues to tether the slayed to this world, a sort of immortality and promise of resurrection, if you will."
"How is a Horcrux created?"
"The soul must be split."
"And how does one split their soul?"
"Murder."
"To promise afterlife, you must take a life."
"Yes, Regulus, and that is how you will create one."
