Chapter Three: The Misconceptions of a Morally Bankrupt Dark Lord
Lord Voldemort was always a leader, it was basically in his DNA to dominate. He'd known since the day he had seen the sterile lights of the muggle orphanage and had bestowed with the great gift of life. He was a leader at Wool's Orphanage, Slytherin House, and now the Death Eaters. He climbed the mountain with his blood, sweat and tears; mending and weaving obedience and adoration into all of his servants' hearts.
And now the problem that had been troubling him lately with great vexation, (if you exclude Dumbledore and Potter, he thought with a menacing scowl) was Keres.
He wanted to find Keres, the serial killer that had been terrorizing Wizarding Britain for almost a year now. He desired Keres, wanted her; to take her under he — the Great Lord Voldemort's tutelage. She was perfectly ruthless if Voldemort took in account how the correspondents of the Daily Prophet described every site of the crime scene.
It was almost perfect that her name was Keres — an evil spirit. But this Keres maimed; she murdered. She didn't merely watch.
How unstoppable would they be Voldemort fantasized.
"Luciusss, Severus..."
"Yes my Lord." They both spoke in unison, Voldemort revelled in the submissive nature of the usually headstrong and prideful men. And the fact only he could turn them into simpering fools.
"Find me Keres, dismissed."
"Yes my Lord."
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Voldemort's POV! Of course he wants Keres... the reason why he thinks Harry's a she because Keres' are female evil spirit and the only woman in his ranks is a blood thristy psycho who's in love with him.
Next chapter, someone dies. Can you guess who it is?
I listened to Eminem while writing this especially his early Slim Shady days. Really gets you into the mood...
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