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Post by Bellatrix Black on Nov 21, 2008 13:16:53 GMT -5
Bellatrix gave a confident smile as the attention of the room turned to her and her new recruit, Arachne. She looked at Lord Voldemort, wanting him to be able to see her thoughts and know that she had found Arachne just to please him. And that she would do anything to please him. Bellatrix, his Bella, would even die for him.
She had no doubts that he would be pleased with Arachne and welcome her in. And she was certain more new followers would join them soon, which meant she would not be able to have time alone with him quick enough. But she kept her confidence showing, pleased at how well Arachne had reacted to His question.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 22, 2008 1:38:01 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort was defiantly more pleased by what Bella had brought him, She was an instrument, to be put to use for his cause and glory. With more gentleness than he had shown the last offering he brought up the sleeve of her robe, letting the tips of his fingers drag along her skin until her arm was exposed. He hissed his incantation and quickly waved his wand to cast the spell to curse her flesh and mark her as his.
"So you tell the truth." he said simply as he finished the mark on her arm. He liked the pain he inflicted on them, all of them scared and in awe of him, ready to follow. It was a sight he was meant to behold.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Nov 22, 2008 16:06:58 GMT -5
Arachne kept the hiss to herself as pain seared her arm, she took it as her due, and strangely felt pride in the pain, and in the mark itself. Pain and pride swirling in her mind she reveled that this was a moment she felt she had waited forever for, as if she were being reborn into a society of equals to be led by this man, who carried such infinite power and awe, being in his presence was an exhilarating feeling.
Of course she was young, and while her powers were weighty, her mind was still fresh and eager to be one of his followers. But it was the young ones, the overeager ones who died first usually and she had no intention of being one of those. She would be smart, she would be his instrument and she would prove herself.
That promise from a determined soul shined brightly in her eyes as she looked up at her new master, there was a sheen of wetness coating her eyes perhaps from the pain of the mark, perhaps from the emotion she felt at his welcome, either way it was clear once more that she belonged to him now.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 8, 2008 12:44:42 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort finished marking her as one of his followers, He slid his hand back down her arm, feeling the raised flesh around the mark. To touch the mark caused them all pain, it was a quickest way to let them all know they were needed, but to feel the angry flesh around the mark was oddly intimate, but another way to show them he was in charge. He dropped her arm with little ceremony and waved her away. He was done with her for the moment, her time soon would come to prove herself to him.
He spread his hands and looked around for the next face that would join his army.
"Anyone else?" he asked in a voice that spoke volumes of both his wickedness and of the joy he felt in marking his followers.
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