I was marked for this path before I was even born, I never had a choice. Some may believe that's crap, Potter would probably say we all have a choice. Maybe if I had been a greater, or even a lesser man, that might have been true. Before I was even conceived, I had that mark on my arm, it just took seventeen years to get it in Ink.
I'll never forget the night my father told me the truth of my existence. Just a few weeks before I had felt safe in the castle, had just started to think that maybe I didn't have to be dark, when Potter came back with the cup in one hand and a dead body in the other screaming that the Dark Lord had returned. My body shook in fear, but I didn't believe it, not even when the old fool proclaimed it before the entire school. I returned home from my once safe haven, and my father finally told me the truth.
"He said, "Lucius, you and your wife are my most beautiful servants, give me your first born son." You were only born to serve the dark lord, you only exist on borrowed favor, try not to use it all up."
That was it, that was all it took for my world to come crashing down. Everything suddenly made a lot more sense. The reason my parents bought me so many toys, was they were essentially buying them for their lord. The reason why my father beat me was because the Dark Lord asked him to install all of his beliefs and ideals. The reason why my mother showered me with affection on the rare times she spent home, was because she was essentially giving what her Lord asked for. The reason I existed, the reason my chest rose and fell, the reason my heart beat with the Malfoy blood, was because the Dark Lord made it so.