Chapter 6: Voldemort
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The Death Eaters never second guessed their master's orders. To do so would mean at the very best a gruesome death. And while they faithfully followed his rule, striving towards the day that purebloods would once again reign over those of impure lineage, many were wary in his presence. Lord Voldemort had an imperial presence that brought even the most proud to their knees. All would bow their heads in respect, and fear. For to utter one word against him would sign your soul away. And all you could hope for was that death would come quick, for You-Know-Who definitely knew how to deal pain. So the Death Eaters were faithful and obedient. But still they wondered, still they doubted, and still they questioned their obedience. For once beside their Lord had stood a wolf of massive proportions. With fur as dark as night, and eyes that glowed like embers. But as the Dark Lord grew in power, so did the wolf diminish until eventually she disappeared all together. It was only then that the Death Eaters truly feared the Dark Lord with all of their being. For he craved the company of his daemon, long-lost. And his eyes would linger just too long upon theirs.