"Your own symbol, my Lord?" Travers asks, his eyes glowing with joy. Trewick is smiling like a fool, and even Mulciber looks gleeful. They're eager to be branded as mine.
Fools. But usefull fools.
"You have heard the legnds of Salazar's Companions?" They all smile and nod. "Like him, I have created a symbol to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies." I point my wand at the sky, and cry "MORSMORDE!"
The symbol I spent all those long years sketching at Hogwarts jumps into the sky, green as new spring grass and as dark as the night itself.