I now have a Beta-reader! Imperio will help my realism of the Malfoy state
of mind improve...Joy!!
iSpiraling Deeper into the Mind of a Madman/i.
Oh, back are you? I didn't notice you come in...Well, sit down, I haven't got all day... Let's continue where I left off last time.
"Young Malfoy – You are destined to become my greatest servant...kneel before me." he hissed as he waved his ghostly white hand with long fingers in an impertinent manner.
I confess myself intimated to be honest as he stood before me; his pitch black robes rippling in the wind wich took a sweep at it. His face covered in a deep hood from which his red eyes studied my prone form kneeling before him like a true servant
I must have done something to please him at that moment, as again he spoke to me this time with a pleasured note in his chilling voice...
"Stand, Malfoy and prepare to receive that which will separate you from those of lowly heritage. Once you are marked you will be my most trusted...your father is loyal – but you are fresh...ready for shaping in my image. One day, it is you who will rule beside me... Now, reveal your left arm..."
I thought only to obey him, as I felt disobeying at this crucial point would surely mean my death. Why should I choose to sign my death-warrant by refusing an offer of ultimate power...after all, I am a Malfoy. I pulled up the sleeve of my robe, revealing a pale arm – unmarred by any markings until that point. Offering my arm to the Dark Lord – I waited.
And as I waited I began to feel a strange power build in the room. The others present held their breath, only a single let out a sharp intake of breath. There was a faint distant rumble of thunder and the room seemed to light up with an unknown power.
He took out his wand and pointed it at the supple between my elbow and wrist. I stood straight and still as his wand began to glow with a bright green light – I do believe that one could compare it to the brilliant shade of green jets following the Killing Curse.
The Dark Lord looked into my eyes and removed his hood. Revealed to me was a man with a pale, chiseled face framed with black hair. His eyes were red as two shining bloodstones and revealed a life of power. He smirked – and at that moment I realized that I had no idea exactly what was about to occur. He spoke an incantation that I would come to say often in the time following my induction to his ranks.
"Morsmordre..."
A burning feeling spread through my arm, it was like a fiery blade had been extinguished on it....I fought the urge to bend over and scream – but in the end I gave in. My world was ripped apart as the sensation in my arm intensified. I felt as though I would fall into unconsciousness, but before I did – the burning stopped. I looked down at my arm and was greeted by a skull devouring a snake etched into my skin in the same red as those hellish eyes.
Once again I knelt before my master, and he smiled at me. I then realized the power I had been brought into that night. I had become a Death Eater and from that moment on, the purpose of my life was to serve the Dark Lord.
Now, I will once again depart from my story. Leave me, iand don't let the Dementors get you on the way out/i...they once may have served the Dark Lord, but now that they have been harnessed by the ministry, no one can escape their hunger for souls...
iSpiraling Deeper into the Mind of a Madman/i.
Oh, back are you? I didn't notice you come in...Well, sit down, I haven't got all day... Let's continue where I left off last time.
"Young Malfoy – You are destined to become my greatest servant...kneel before me." he hissed as he waved his ghostly white hand with long fingers in an impertinent manner.
I confess myself intimated to be honest as he stood before me; his pitch black robes rippling in the wind wich took a sweep at it. His face covered in a deep hood from which his red eyes studied my prone form kneeling before him like a true servant
I must have done something to please him at that moment, as again he spoke to me this time with a pleasured note in his chilling voice...
"Stand, Malfoy and prepare to receive that which will separate you from those of lowly heritage. Once you are marked you will be my most trusted...your father is loyal – but you are fresh...ready for shaping in my image. One day, it is you who will rule beside me... Now, reveal your left arm..."
I thought only to obey him, as I felt disobeying at this crucial point would surely mean my death. Why should I choose to sign my death-warrant by refusing an offer of ultimate power...after all, I am a Malfoy. I pulled up the sleeve of my robe, revealing a pale arm – unmarred by any markings until that point. Offering my arm to the Dark Lord – I waited.
And as I waited I began to feel a strange power build in the room. The others present held their breath, only a single let out a sharp intake of breath. There was a faint distant rumble of thunder and the room seemed to light up with an unknown power.
He took out his wand and pointed it at the supple between my elbow and wrist. I stood straight and still as his wand began to glow with a bright green light – I do believe that one could compare it to the brilliant shade of green jets following the Killing Curse.
The Dark Lord looked into my eyes and removed his hood. Revealed to me was a man with a pale, chiseled face framed with black hair. His eyes were red as two shining bloodstones and revealed a life of power. He smirked – and at that moment I realized that I had no idea exactly what was about to occur. He spoke an incantation that I would come to say often in the time following my induction to his ranks.
"Morsmordre..."
A burning feeling spread through my arm, it was like a fiery blade had been extinguished on it....I fought the urge to bend over and scream – but in the end I gave in. My world was ripped apart as the sensation in my arm intensified. I felt as though I would fall into unconsciousness, but before I did – the burning stopped. I looked down at my arm and was greeted by a skull devouring a snake etched into my skin in the same red as those hellish eyes.
Once again I knelt before my master, and he smiled at me. I then realized the power I had been brought into that night. I had become a Death Eater and from that moment on, the purpose of my life was to serve the Dark Lord.
Now, I will once again depart from my story. Leave me, iand don't let the Dementors get you on the way out/i...they once may have served the Dark Lord, but now that they have been harnessed by the ministry, no one can escape their hunger for souls...