(no subject)
I do so love the pale plea of moonlight as it timidly illuminates that which will never be cleansed of the deepest blood of the darkest evil.
It is moments like these, filled with the peace and solitude of a hundred writhing bodies, in which I find myself lost to the depths of introspection. There is something about the wind, roaring softly over the great garden wall of Malfoy, which brings to mind the moment in which my future career was laid before me like a trail of Muggle tears.
I was a mere four years old when there was deposited into my hands a Build Your Own Path of Destruction kit. As I mocked the masses crushed beneath the might of my Really Super Evil Overlord Action Figure and my cup of warm milk, I realised that I would someday dedicate my life to the service of Tom Marvolo Riddle, a powerful wizard who, upon departing Hogwarts in 1945, travelled the land in search of power and more power, entrenching himself within the mystical realms of the Dark Arts until he would emerge in the mid 1970s as a force of darkness and despair, wreaking havoc throughout the Wizarding World and smiting all who stood in his path of destruction. Then Mum told me that if I were to continue to make that face it would freeze that way and that my evil cackle was frightening the cats, and put me down for a kip.
Ah, but the dream remained.
I must say that the years I have spent as a faithful follower of the Dark Lord have been the most pleasurable and satisfying of my life. I have so masterfully concealed my true nature to the world that I have been able to use my natural charisma and great wealth to infiltrate the highest offices of the Ministry without the slightest threat of suspicion, spreading the doctrine of "Kill Everybody Not on Our Side and the Muggles Too" like the blood of the innocents upon the linoleum floor of Evil.
Mm, Evil.
In light of the recent developments at Hogwarts, about which Draco has faithfully and obediently reported to me in meticulous detail, I would like to take this moment to inform all of you that I laugh in your general direction.
It is moments like these, filled with the peace and solitude of a hundred writhing bodies, in which I find myself lost to the depths of introspection. There is something about the wind, roaring softly over the great garden wall of Malfoy, which brings to mind the moment in which my future career was laid before me like a trail of Muggle tears.
I was a mere four years old when there was deposited into my hands a Build Your Own Path of Destruction kit. As I mocked the masses crushed beneath the might of my Really Super Evil Overlord Action Figure and my cup of warm milk, I realised that I would someday dedicate my life to the service of Tom Marvolo Riddle, a powerful wizard who, upon departing Hogwarts in 1945, travelled the land in search of power and more power, entrenching himself within the mystical realms of the Dark Arts until he would emerge in the mid 1970s as a force of darkness and despair, wreaking havoc throughout the Wizarding World and smiting all who stood in his path of destruction. Then Mum told me that if I were to continue to make that face it would freeze that way and that my evil cackle was frightening the cats, and put me down for a kip.
Ah, but the dream remained.
I must say that the years I have spent as a faithful follower of the Dark Lord have been the most pleasurable and satisfying of my life. I have so masterfully concealed my true nature to the world that I have been able to use my natural charisma and great wealth to infiltrate the highest offices of the Ministry without the slightest threat of suspicion, spreading the doctrine of "Kill Everybody Not on Our Side and the Muggles Too" like the blood of the innocents upon the linoleum floor of Evil.
Mm, Evil.
In light of the recent developments at Hogwarts, about which Draco has faithfully and obediently reported to me in meticulous detail, I would like to take this moment to inform all of you that I laugh in your general direction.