a/n: The prompt for this was Lucius Malfoy, under the category of Death Eater. Hope you enjoy!
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The Dark Mark burned on Lucius' arm.
It was only moments after he had gotten the forearm-drowning black snake etched on his arm permanately. and it hurt like hell. It was as if his skin was being stabbed 100 times over.
But in the long run, he knew it was all too worth it.
He was a Death Eater now, an official servant to Voldemort, and Lucius Malfoy could not have been happier. He was finally going to rid the world of the mudblood wizards and return the power to the ones who deserved it.
To people like him.
To people whose blood rang pure through and through, who did not have a drop of muddled blood in their body.
Cleansing. That's what he was doing.
This wasn't wrong.
It was going to make things right.