Thank you for reviewing, Silverfox. ^^ One less review than I had hoped for, but this fic will go on! Again, thank you to Calis-chan for looking over this chapter bit.
III - Fury
The castle door seemed to groan in protest after he had slammed it shut. The students milling in the entrance hall stared at Salazar, whose sudden angry appearance had surprised them. They quailed instinctively when cold green eyes glared at them and left the hall hastily, leaving the tall thin silver-haired wizard alone.
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"Did you find the ones responsible, Salazar?" Rowena sounded cold. For a moment, he thought the witch standing in front of him was an imposter. Salazar hadn't been surprised when he found her waiting for him when he entered his room. He was; however, surprised that Helga wasn't there as well.
But then, the other witch would be keeping watch on Godric.
"I found them, Rowena," he answered in a tone icy enough to match hers. There was a flicker of pity that ran across her face. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and though he could not read any emotion in her eyes now, he was certain she must be satisfied, as he was.
Though he did felt regretful that he hadn't prolonged the torture and agony much longer.
No! P-please! Enough!
Why do you care?! You're one of us!
He's from the other side! Why do you care?!
Nooo! No more!
My Lord, please forgive us!
Their screams of pain had been like music to his ears. Salazar smiled grimly, one might even say nastily, as he walked towards his closet. But Rowena passed him, reaching it first. A slight shake of her head told him she would prepare fresh clothes for him.
Understanding, Salazar began removing his soiled and blood-stained robes.
~*~*~
To be continued.
III - Fury
The castle door seemed to groan in protest after he had slammed it shut. The students milling in the entrance hall stared at Salazar, whose sudden angry appearance had surprised them. They quailed instinctively when cold green eyes glared at them and left the hall hastily, leaving the tall thin silver-haired wizard alone.
~*~*~
"Did you find the ones responsible, Salazar?" Rowena sounded cold. For a moment, he thought the witch standing in front of him was an imposter. Salazar hadn't been surprised when he found her waiting for him when he entered his room. He was; however, surprised that Helga wasn't there as well.
But then, the other witch would be keeping watch on Godric.
"I found them, Rowena," he answered in a tone icy enough to match hers. There was a flicker of pity that ran across her face. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and though he could not read any emotion in her eyes now, he was certain she must be satisfied, as he was.
Though he did felt regretful that he hadn't prolonged the torture and agony much longer.
No! P-please! Enough!
Why do you care?! You're one of us!
He's from the other side! Why do you care?!
Nooo! No more!
My Lord, please forgive us!
Their screams of pain had been like music to his ears. Salazar smiled grimly, one might even say nastily, as he walked towards his closet. But Rowena passed him, reaching it first. A slight shake of her head told him she would prepare fresh clothes for him.
Understanding, Salazar began removing his soiled and blood-stained robes.
~*~*~
To be continued.