The End of All Innocence
By: the I.M.P.
Otherwise known as the Vice Goddess of Random Acts of Violence, Jedi Master Lindsay Elise
I come from the pits of hell to let the world know about pain.
I come to bring fear to the children and drive adults insane.
What an unexpected end to such an age of heroes.
No one expected the war to be lost. For the muggle-born and half-bloods to be driven into hiding, for the heroes to die.
I come to drink blood, I come to break hearts
I come from hell to tear this world apart.
No one was safe. Those who thought they were the Dark Lord's most trusted advisors would go to sleep, never to wake.
He killed without mercy, slaughtered innocents and children by the thousands, and all the while smirked and laughed.
Laughed as heads rolled and women were raped. Laughed as little kids begged for mercy and blood flowed.
In your head you imagine how bad it could be
What life would be like, if I were you, and you were me.
Werewolves and other half-breeds were enslaved, or, if they resisted, were tortured into merciful darkness.
Women were kept as slaves and harlots, for the amusement of Voldemort's sick mind, to satisfy his twisted male longings.
I've stolen your feelings, I've took all your rage.
I'm leaving you pure, while I go insane.
But underneath it all, under many feet of rock, underneath masks of deception and lies necessary for everyday survival, there was a resistance.
Made up of muggles-born, half-blood, and the occasional pure-blood who flowed against the grain, the resistance was small and powerless against the countless allies Voldemort had. Giants and Vampires, Dementors and Nundus, everywhere you looked there they were. You didn't know who to trust, who might be a Death Eater in disguise or, worse, part of the resistance.
Children grew up with dirt on their faces and blood in their hearts. They lost their innocence the day they opened their eyes and looked around at this new world. They fought, and like all the others, they died.
So it continued for many a year, and still they were oppressed. Beaten, betrayed, broken. And all the while, the heroes kept dying.
Hey y'all! This is my story, be on the lookout, either later today, or sometime tomorrow for Chapter number 2! I decided, what the heck, this gets posted now, instead of later. If you have any ideas, review, and I'll consider them. But I have a fairly good idea of where I want this to go.
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