Prompt: Twisted
Rating: PG
Pairings: Bellatrix/Voldemort
Word Count: 141
"It means a great deal from you Bellatrix," the Dark Lord told me.
If I had a heart, it would swell with affection. But my infatuation with the Dark Lord was more than gaining a heart, it was an honour. I would do anything for him; my marriage to Rodolphus was only to keep the bloodline clean, not out of 'love,' as some of the traitors and mudbloods would talk about.
"It is an honour," I replied graciously, or as graciously as one could be on the dark side.
I grinned maliciously; I was the Dark Lord's favourite, not that petty Severus. Ha! The one who spies on the old fool Dumbledore! The Dark Lord may not feel love, but I will serve him until the day I die, for he will never die. He's too clever, too twisted; like me.