Triumph

[riddled_lord]

Who: Voldemort, Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange and Guests
Where: Secret Bunker
When: May 19th, 2001
Status: Complete

Finally, he thought to himself. Finally his servants had done some good for the new world order. Finally, they had defeated that ragtag remnant

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[initformyself]

Antonin was still feeling the high of victory over the Order. Well-deserved and well-earned victory. It was one thing to say that Moody had been killed, but another entirely to be able to say that he had killed him.

He toned it down however as he came before the presence of the Dark Lord, bowing in respect before he spoke. "They do, but the end result should be enough to make them think twice the next time, my Lord. Not only did they lose their 'leader,' but their entire purpose for their idiotic mission."

[devotedwarrior]

Bellatrix didn't let any of the victory she felt show. "They have, my Lord, but after this, I doubt they will be feeling as bold in the future. It was a decisive victoy, this time, for all involved."

She knelt in front of the Dark Lord as she spoke and with her head facing the floor, she finally allowed a small smidgeon of triumph to show.

[stealthshadows]

Nodding, Rabastan agreed with Bellatrix's sentiment. "Given the course of events, my Lord, I do believe they will think twice before storming in as the intended white knights."

He bowed first, then sank to one knee in a show of complete supplication. The smirk was unavoidable. He couldn't help but be thrilled with the turn of events. To have killed two of their numbers in one attack, and the 'famed' Auror no less. Yes, they would be hurting from this failure for some time to come.

[riddled_lord]

He could feel the triumph and ego pouring off of each and every one of them. He allowed it because they had cut the head off of the Order. It was tempting to allow himself to think that this loss would be so great that the Order would sink into a morass of guilt and sorrow and never bother him again but that would be a fool's thought. He was no fool. For now, however, he would enjoy the triumph.

"You have all proven yourselves." He paused before adding, "For now. I await your tokens."

[initformyself]

Antonin pulled out a protected case from his robes, having anticipated showing it to Voldemort. He bowed low in respect and held it so that Voldemort could clearly see it.

"The ex-Auror's magical eye, my Lord."