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"Malfoy."
The word comes in almost of hiss of pleasure from the Death Eater at the door. Not that Lucius knew who it was. They had been recruiting more all the time, and he just couldn't keep up. Not and...
"You have come to give the Dark Lord confirmation of your Service?"
Malfoy lets his usual sneer fall casually into place across his features. This is merely a servant, no one to be bothered with.
"That information is for His ears alone."
There is a mock bow from the nameless Death Eater as he opens the inner door, gesturing Lucius inside.
"He said for you to go right in."
Lucius brushes past the masked figure, sneer still fixed in place. He nearly loses a step when he sees what awaits him, but long years of practice have taught him how to remain cool in any situation.
They are all there, all of the Death Eaters, the ones he knew before, the new ones, and children of the old ones. All in their masks. And at the center of their focus, is the Dark Lord himself, resplendent in his working robes. This was expected.
"Lucius Malfoy"
"My lord."
"You return to me, empty handed. Does your son still live?"
"My Lord, he does."
There is a mutter around him, the Dark Wizards aghast at such disobedience.
"And yet, your return here to me? Knowing the price of failure?"
"I do Lord."
"Take him. Find the boy."
He isn't sure who throws the first spell, but he knows the first one he tosses out is an Avada Kadavra, straight at his former lord. He's pretty sure it doesn't make it, but he keeps trying, taking down as many of them as he can before he himself fades in to blackness.
The word comes in almost of hiss of pleasure from the Death Eater at the door. Not that Lucius knew who it was. They had been recruiting more all the time, and he just couldn't keep up. Not and...
"You have come to give the Dark Lord confirmation of your Service?"
Malfoy lets his usual sneer fall casually into place across his features. This is merely a servant, no one to be bothered with.
"That information is for His ears alone."
There is a mock bow from the nameless Death Eater as he opens the inner door, gesturing Lucius inside.
"He said for you to go right in."
Lucius brushes past the masked figure, sneer still fixed in place. He nearly loses a step when he sees what awaits him, but long years of practice have taught him how to remain cool in any situation.
They are all there, all of the Death Eaters, the ones he knew before, the new ones, and children of the old ones. All in their masks. And at the center of their focus, is the Dark Lord himself, resplendent in his working robes. This was expected.
"Lucius Malfoy"
"My lord."
"You return to me, empty handed. Does your son still live?"
"My Lord, he does."
There is a mutter around him, the Dark Wizards aghast at such disobedience.
"And yet, your return here to me? Knowing the price of failure?"
"I do Lord."
"Take him. Find the boy."
He isn't sure who throws the first spell, but he knows the first one he tosses out is an Avada Kadavra, straight at his former lord. He's pretty sure it doesn't make it, but he keeps trying, taking down as many of them as he can before he himself fades in to blackness.