THE RING OF THE DEAD
"My Lord Voldemort, thank you for freeing us. We are forever in your debt." Lucius Malfoy moaned as he kissed his master's cloak.
Voldemort was seated upon a throne of ice. He didn't mind the cold; in fact, he hungered for it. His face was hidden in shadows, his faithful Death Eaters unable to see their master's eyes. Voldemort's once plain robes had been replaced by frightening armor. Skulls on his chest and arm plates. Blades from his elbows and shoulders. He whore a cape of bear fur. His armor was a cold steel, a reflection upon his soul. If you could say he had one.
"Master, forgive me for asking, but why must we base our operations in this.frozen wasteland?" Bellatrix Lestrange asked.
"You question my decision, Bellatrix?" asked Voldemort. "I think it rather unwise."
"No Master, not at all!" Bellatrix replied, cowering into the corner.
Voldemort rose from his throne. His face was still not visible, as his head was covered in a thick hood. "I suppose it is a logical question, Bellatrix." Voldemort walked over to a gothic window of his grand fortress, made entirely of black obsidian. He stared out over his domain. An icy desert. His fortress in the heart of the Northern Lands. He lived for this cold.this solitude. He marveled at the simplicity the frozen North gave. It was nature at its most brutal.
"My lord?" asked Malfoy.
Voldemort turned to face him. He laughed slightly, before proceeding. "Are you aware, my loyal minions, that we are the lone Fortress in these forsaken lands?" The Death Eaters nodded. "Surely no living thing would ever attempt to survive more than a day here."
"B-b-but m-my lord, it's so c-c-cold in here. You refuse to let us light a fire. Why?" asked MacNair.
"Because, you simpleton, fire is what gives life. I have no intention of any of you living through the night." Voldemort said, returning to his throne.
"W-what was that my lord?" asked Goyle. "It sounds like you said you plan to kill us."
"Indeed I do." Voldemort responded. He sat down on the ice. He did not feel the pain or the sting of the cold. He felt nothing anymore.
"But my lord, haven't we been noble servants we.have bowed to your every will!" Bellatrix cried.
"Silence, Bellatrix!" Voldemort roared, making the entire fortress shake with power. This caused the Death Eaters to fall silent. Voldemort turned his head towards Lucius Malfoy. "Lucius, you are fluent in the knowledge of ancient artifacts, are you not?"
"Yes.my lord." Whimpered Malfoy.
"You act as if your death is a punishment, Lucius. I assure you it is a gift." Voldemort laughed. "Tell me, do you know what the Ring of Death is?"
Malfoy looked up at Voldemort confused. "Yes, my lord. It is a ring of power, forged by the original Dark Lords ages ago."
"While I had you idiots trying to steal the prophecy, I had Wormtail collecting information on the whereabouts of the ring. Legend had it that the ring controlled the will of the dead, as I'm sure you already knew." Malfoy nodded. "The dead have for more advantages than the living. No need for rations, no need for sleep, no need for air. They can withstand substantial wounds without flinching as they feel no pain. They are warriors driven by only one thought; to follow the commands of their master." Voldemort rose from his throne. "And the final touch.they can't die, for they are already dead. They are free to rule the Earth.for all eternity."
Voldemort dropped his hood, and his followers gasped, backing away from him. His already pale skin had become gray and dull. His skin was thin and loose, showing his skull. The most noticeable change was his eyes.they were gone. All that remained were his sockets.
"Harry Potter can't kill me if I'm already dead, prophecy or no." Voldemort smiled. "Wormtail!" roared Voldemort,
Wormtail stumbled in, no longer a man. His small body had become a hulking monster. His flesh was falling off his bones, and locust circled his body. His eyes were gone as well, only the sockets remained.
"Yes, master?" Wormtail growled. Voldemort took a sword from the wall of the castle and ran it through Wormtail's gut. Wormtail only stared at Voldemort. He didn't flinch or wince. Voldemort let go of the sword, leaving it in Wormtail before backing away. Wormtail pulled out the sword and, with marvelous strength, snapped the steel sword as if it were a twig. His silver hand, know like the hand of a skeleton, ground the steel into a powder before letting it drop to the floor.
"Like I said, Malfoy, it is a gift." Voldemort returned to his throne. "So, who's first?"
Harry woke up from the dream. It had been horrible. Voldemort.was.undead. No, it was too terrible to imagine. He felt a cold chill down his spine, then he realized the window was open, and Leto's bed was empty. He looked out the window and saw Leto sitting on the roof.
"Leto?" Harry asked. "What are you doing?"
"You saw it too?" asked Leto.
"Yes.why are you out here?" Harry asked.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean for you to see it. I knew you were sensitive to it, but I didn't mean for you to see it. Not yet." Leto looked at Harry, but there was something different about his eyes. There was. a slight blue glow to them. Harry stared wide eyed. "Go back to sleep Harry, I'll explain it later." Harry decided he needed more sleep, and went back to bed.
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"My Lord Voldemort, thank you for freeing us. We are forever in your debt." Lucius Malfoy moaned as he kissed his master's cloak.
Voldemort was seated upon a throne of ice. He didn't mind the cold; in fact, he hungered for it. His face was hidden in shadows, his faithful Death Eaters unable to see their master's eyes. Voldemort's once plain robes had been replaced by frightening armor. Skulls on his chest and arm plates. Blades from his elbows and shoulders. He whore a cape of bear fur. His armor was a cold steel, a reflection upon his soul. If you could say he had one.
"Master, forgive me for asking, but why must we base our operations in this.frozen wasteland?" Bellatrix Lestrange asked.
"You question my decision, Bellatrix?" asked Voldemort. "I think it rather unwise."
"No Master, not at all!" Bellatrix replied, cowering into the corner.
Voldemort rose from his throne. His face was still not visible, as his head was covered in a thick hood. "I suppose it is a logical question, Bellatrix." Voldemort walked over to a gothic window of his grand fortress, made entirely of black obsidian. He stared out over his domain. An icy desert. His fortress in the heart of the Northern Lands. He lived for this cold.this solitude. He marveled at the simplicity the frozen North gave. It was nature at its most brutal.
"My lord?" asked Malfoy.
Voldemort turned to face him. He laughed slightly, before proceeding. "Are you aware, my loyal minions, that we are the lone Fortress in these forsaken lands?" The Death Eaters nodded. "Surely no living thing would ever attempt to survive more than a day here."
"B-b-but m-my lord, it's so c-c-cold in here. You refuse to let us light a fire. Why?" asked MacNair.
"Because, you simpleton, fire is what gives life. I have no intention of any of you living through the night." Voldemort said, returning to his throne.
"W-what was that my lord?" asked Goyle. "It sounds like you said you plan to kill us."
"Indeed I do." Voldemort responded. He sat down on the ice. He did not feel the pain or the sting of the cold. He felt nothing anymore.
"But my lord, haven't we been noble servants we.have bowed to your every will!" Bellatrix cried.
"Silence, Bellatrix!" Voldemort roared, making the entire fortress shake with power. This caused the Death Eaters to fall silent. Voldemort turned his head towards Lucius Malfoy. "Lucius, you are fluent in the knowledge of ancient artifacts, are you not?"
"Yes.my lord." Whimpered Malfoy.
"You act as if your death is a punishment, Lucius. I assure you it is a gift." Voldemort laughed. "Tell me, do you know what the Ring of Death is?"
Malfoy looked up at Voldemort confused. "Yes, my lord. It is a ring of power, forged by the original Dark Lords ages ago."
"While I had you idiots trying to steal the prophecy, I had Wormtail collecting information on the whereabouts of the ring. Legend had it that the ring controlled the will of the dead, as I'm sure you already knew." Malfoy nodded. "The dead have for more advantages than the living. No need for rations, no need for sleep, no need for air. They can withstand substantial wounds without flinching as they feel no pain. They are warriors driven by only one thought; to follow the commands of their master." Voldemort rose from his throne. "And the final touch.they can't die, for they are already dead. They are free to rule the Earth.for all eternity."
Voldemort dropped his hood, and his followers gasped, backing away from him. His already pale skin had become gray and dull. His skin was thin and loose, showing his skull. The most noticeable change was his eyes.they were gone. All that remained were his sockets.
"Harry Potter can't kill me if I'm already dead, prophecy or no." Voldemort smiled. "Wormtail!" roared Voldemort,
Wormtail stumbled in, no longer a man. His small body had become a hulking monster. His flesh was falling off his bones, and locust circled his body. His eyes were gone as well, only the sockets remained.
"Yes, master?" Wormtail growled. Voldemort took a sword from the wall of the castle and ran it through Wormtail's gut. Wormtail only stared at Voldemort. He didn't flinch or wince. Voldemort let go of the sword, leaving it in Wormtail before backing away. Wormtail pulled out the sword and, with marvelous strength, snapped the steel sword as if it were a twig. His silver hand, know like the hand of a skeleton, ground the steel into a powder before letting it drop to the floor.
"Like I said, Malfoy, it is a gift." Voldemort returned to his throne. "So, who's first?"
Harry woke up from the dream. It had been horrible. Voldemort.was.undead. No, it was too terrible to imagine. He felt a cold chill down his spine, then he realized the window was open, and Leto's bed was empty. He looked out the window and saw Leto sitting on the roof.
"Leto?" Harry asked. "What are you doing?"
"You saw it too?" asked Leto.
"Yes.why are you out here?" Harry asked.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean for you to see it. I knew you were sensitive to it, but I didn't mean for you to see it. Not yet." Leto looked at Harry, but there was something different about his eyes. There was. a slight blue glow to them. Harry stared wide eyed. "Go back to sleep Harry, I'll explain it later." Harry decided he needed more sleep, and went back to bed.
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