Thread: Bloodlines

Voldemort had indeed regained his former appearances, after years of struggling, Severus had finally pulled it off... and the bastard had been repaid very handsomely for his services as well. Voldemort was insane, and cruelly so, but he rewarded just as handsomely as he punished. the only thing that never changed, where the lovely red eyes that he so adored, Snape had been rewarded even more for that. the only annoyance was that it had to work over a period of years, or his body would crash... no matter, he was almost back to his perfect form, and once he was, it would be time to procure an heir. and only the best would do for Lord Voldemort, Heir of Slytherin. Good evening my Pet. Voldemort purred, a small smirk lifting the corner of his lips as he examined her. there was no love for her, he saw her as little more than a baby carrier and he knew, that she knew it. she was like a pet... one that he didn't want to take care of. he took her hand and led her into the Grand Ballroom, Snape tensing next to Lucius as he shuddered. i don't know, but we're about to find out. he muttered softly, examining the blond delicacy that was being led about by Voldemort as if she was a rare trophy. in a way, she was. Father. Draco murmured softly, approaching Lucius and Severus. Draco was handsome in ways that Lucius was not. Lucius was more fair, feminine, curved and beautiful... Draco was firm, muscled, handsome, masculine and perfect. standing side by side, they where the most breathtaking people in the room... but no one would ever admit that aloud, especially not with Voldemort within hearing distance... and with the man's paranoia.... he was always in hearing distance. Draco's eyes swept around the room, all the best Death Eaters where there. all of the Inner Circle and the Death Eaters who where being rewarded. fifty faces, a hundred eyes trained on the prize that was clearly Voldemort's... and only Voldemort's. said man, was enjoying himself, he was sweeping Elena around the room, introducing her as his... bride, though they had not been married. it was easy to see what he intended with her, and out of all the death eaters, only Bellatrix showed contempt for her. the rest, men and women alike, thought that Elena was being rewarded... after all, what greater honor was it to bear the future progeny of the Dark Lord? ah, Lucius... my favorite. Voldemort purred, smiling at the blond. and Draco, my pet... Draco shuddered, but managed to bow to the Lord as was expected. my lord. Draco murmured, hoping to GOD the Dark Lord never turned gay. Draco would kill himself before then. i have a task for you, the both of you. he pushed Elena forward. i have not yet regained my former glory. until that time, you will care for Elena. she is to remain pure, and untainted, unmarred in anyway... i wish to break her body myself. he stated simply, licking his lips as he smirked at Elena, stroked her lips with his thumb, and purred deep in his throat. you be good, and perhaps i will let you enjoy your first coupling. misbehave... and i will make you suffer the agony of being taken raw and under the crucio. he growled before sweeping away, Draco shuddering again, swallowing thickly as he glanced at Elena, unable to help the pity in his eyes.