The Deatheaters
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Chapter One: Darkness Knows No Bound
The Deatheaters
Only the light know bounds; darkness knows no bounds. Light is not endless...darkness is.
The dark crusaders, the power hungry philosophers...the Deatheaters.
The Deatheaters were in the time of 70s, a time of experimentation and uncertainty.
This is the story of Lucius Julian Malfoy, Severus Michaus Snape, and Rodolphus Lestrange: the dark, the evil...the Deatheaters.
January 1, 1977
Lucius stood on the balcony in Lestrange Manner in the South of France.
I'm twenty one and I am Slytherin sex god. I have slept with 45 women in the past four months. I have been a Deatheater since I was seventeen years old.
Severus came and interrupted his thoughts. "Lucius aren't you cold? It's 32 below out here." Lucius didn't bug until Severus reminded him, "The celebration is about to begin."
The celebration for the Deatheaters. There was nothing like it on the face of the earth.
Imagine a brother, New Years, a rave, and Mardi Gras all in the span of three nights.
Voldemort stood at a podium wearing pitch black robes with the Deatheater sign on the back.
"Welcome my beloved children of Darkness! This is a new of year domination for the Deatheaters. Please enjoy."
Oh and did they enjoy.
Lucius sat on the couch with this girl Yvonne smoking and drinking. They were critiquing Severus from afar. Yvonne was one of the girls that lived in the brothel and Lucius' favorite. The standard uniform for a brothel girl consisted of a thong and no top.
Yvonne said funny things from time to time, but this was not that time. "Severus is quite the looker."
Lucius sipped his brandy. "Hmm. If you want Severus so bad, tell him Yvonne. Severus looks like he could use bloody good shag." Yvonne slapped his arm playfully, but Lucius grabbed her hand.
"You never ever put your hands on me unless I say. Now Go to him." She stood up and Lucius slapped her on her bare ass. Those "assets" are worth that mindless chatter.
Yvonne came back with Severus who looked pleased that Yvonne was interested in him.
"Severus suggested we go to bed. And I thought it would be fun if this bottle of Circe Champagne and you come with us. In more ways than one."
Lucius quirked a pale eyebrow; how could he resist that offer?
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