A|N: Okay, this chapter will be in an omniscient point of view. I thought this would be appropriate to do now, since I didn't leave a cliffhanger at the end of the last chapter. ^_^; Anyway, enjoy!
Dark World
CHAPTER SEVEN: I'M SORRY
"Evil perpetually tends to disappear."
The Evanescence of Evil – Herbert Spencer
A chill ran through the damp room and a musty smell drifted from the floorboards. A fire roared in the fireplace where two large straight-backed chairs sat. One figure shivered as the cold wind pummeled the rickety shuttered against the dusty glass windows.
"Does the cold not suit you, Lucius?" A voice hissed from the green chair. The man in the blood red chair shook his head firmly.
"N-no Master. It's just a different cold than I'm used to." He said. A cold chuckle came from the opposite seat. A thin figure leaned to the man who was almost frozen with concentration so as not to cower in fear.
"It is a different cold isn't it Lucius." The man nodded dumbly. A wicked smile crossed the thin man's lips revealing a set of pearly white teeth. The very roots of the man's platinum blonde hair radiated fear and almost a sense of loathing, "It's called death." The man cackled evilly as the frozen, blue eyes squeezed shut as he involuntarily shivered.
"Well, Lucius, I do believe you're getting stronger." The thin man leaned back in his chair and looked at the man intently who looked like he was about to explode out of concentration, "Maybe I'll have to come up with another curse to keep you subdued." An evil grin crossed the man's face.
"Crucio!" He cried and Lucius fell to the floor writhing in agony. The man got up and laughed. With a sweep of his dark black cape he left the room. A choked scream told Lucius that the man had done something to his wife on the way out. The front, oak door gave a loud 'thud' announcing the end of the evil lord's visit.
A frail woman ran into the room to find her husband doubled over. She pulled him up and he looked into her deep brown eyes. A tear slid down his cheek as the emotions faded from his icy blue eyes.
"I'm sorry." He whispered before the caring vanished into cold and he got up roughly shoving the woman off.
"Come along, Woman." He said coldly and the woman slowly obeyed trying to hide her distraught emotions. She paused at the door and glared at the deep green chair reserved for him.
"I hate you." She told it with enough loathing that the occupant could have been sitting there as well. She closed the door with a soft click.
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Voldemort was coming, and for the disloyal there'd be hell to pay.