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Voldemort

He sat at the head of the table, tapping his wand against the cherry wood table, staring at the fireplace. He knew they wouldn't come without his call. They only came when they felt the burning of their arms (LMAO.). But instead, he sat there tapping the table, his twisted body at an angle, his face shifted into a menacing sneer. The red of his eyes never disappeared behind a wall of ivory. If one were watching from the other side of the room, they would see something they would never want to see again. A man as white as snow. Demon eyes. Snake nostrils. A canyon scalp. Long, black robes, lying open over the body of a skinny ass mother fucker.

With an irritated sigh, he dropped his wand to the table. The fingers of his right hand pressed to the tip of his sleeve. The fabric started to roll and fold as he slowly pushed the arm up. He grinned, his yellowed teeth showing against the firelight as the Dark Mark began to show itself. His creation, his beautiful creation, soon to be writhering and crawling in all its gloriness. He could her Nagini hissing in the corner, as though she new that her sister were showing herself again.

He sighed in relief, his eyes growing wide. She was free, free of the dark clothing that hid her from the world. With a smirk, he let his fingers crawl across the table, his grimy fingernails tapping the wood to drag his hand across the smooth surface. His bones cracked as they circled around the handle of the bone like fragments. His arm bent at the elbow as he lifted it from the table. Slowly, it moved towards his left forearm, the tip (and the tip of the wand) glowing, as with anticipation. The Mark whithered under the pressure of the wand, deepening from a light shade of gray to a solid black. He grinned as the burning pain raced up his arm and through his body. His was strong than any other, he was the Dark Lord.

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe, Snape, and Alcatraz
Here‘s to the friends that were alibis.

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“Yes, my Lord?”
Xanthe Murder was the first one to appear from the fireplace. She stood there in front of it for a moment and dipped her head, then stepped aside to allow any others through. She had always been kind of nervous around her Lord, Lord Voldemort. The redhead wanted to be sure she did everything the most respectfully as she could.
Of course, no one would want to be killed by the hand of the darkest wizard ever to walk the earth.
The girl turned and walked over to the cherry wood table. She cocked her head to the side slightly, bringing her thumbnail to her teeth.
Xanthe paused, contemplating, but trying not to think.
Would it be disrespectful or protocol to take a seat? Should she wait for someone else to arrive? Where should she sit? Beside him might be an insult. What would be the most respectful thing to do?
She glanced back over to Voldemort.
He’s probably reading my body language… and my thoughts.
A flash of green light set the wood in the fireplace ablaze, stretching high towards the face of Severus Snape. He closed his eyes and came out of the fireplace, and halted in front of Voldemort. Their red and black eyes met and he dipped his head lowly.
“My Lord.”
The Hogwarts headmaster looked over at Xanthe with a glower, narrowing his glare. Instantly she put her hand down and clasped them. She gave him a slight nod.
The aura of the Drawing Room was tense. It felt suffocating like the air after a bad thunderstorm, without it smelling as sweet. It make you want to choke, to escape. Maybe even die.
Xanthe and Snape both turned when another glimmer of emerald illuminated the dark room. Alcatraz’s hazel gaze swiftly swept the room and he hopped out of the fireplace.
He was puzzled, not knowing what to do. Only recently did he decide he wanted to become a Death Eater, and this was his first meeting… hopefully he’d get his Dark Mark tonight.
Smoothly he got down on his knees and leaned forward, looking like a Muslim in prayer.
“I am here to serve you, my Lord.”
Xanthe tried so hard not to laugh at him. All that came out was a stifled scoff and she began to smile.

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Alina Jacobs appeared next out of the fireplace, her black neatly combed down, wearing a sleeveless, short white dress; one could tell she took a while in preparing herself. She seemed to glow with a certain kind of happiness for a while, but it faded immediatley as she saw Xanthe Murder, her ice blue eyes turning to a stare that could freeze flames.
Alina turned to Voldemort, her eyes becoming large with respect and adoration.
"My lord."
She gave a nod to Severus Snape, her eyes blank. She respected the man, as he was trusted by the Dark Lord so.
Alina turned to Alcatraz, her ignorant eyes scanning him, scorning.
"Who's the stray?" she scowled, taking a step toward the boy.
She looked at Xanthe, a small smirk coming to her. "Would I have to take the pleasure of leaving a few more scars on yet another filthy halfblood boyfriend of yours, trampy little-"
The oaken door creaked open gracefully; Alina flinched at the sudden noise, turning. She smiled again, a somewhat genuine one.
A tall, black haired man in a black suit coat walked through the door with somewhat of a prideful demeanor, his light blue eyes staring out at all but the one he served in somewhat of a scorn, as if they were inferior to even breathe the same air he was breathing. Seeming to have an arrogant air about him, he walked to Alina Jacobs, rubbing dust off his priceless jacket that most likely costed more than your home. "Damn the Malfoys and their peacocks." Even in an angry tone, his voice was like silvery velvet.
Alina only smiled, her eyes glowing like the engagement ring he had presented her with only a few nights before.
He turned to the Dark Lord, making somewhat of a curt bow. "My Lord."
Lucifer J. Constantine looked around the room at the other Death Eaters.
"Severus."
He gave a nod to the Headmaster, obviously showing much more respect for the wizard than others did nowadays. If there was anything Lucifer Constantine respected more than anything, it was power. And Severus Snape had it.
His eyes slitted a little as he caught sight of the redheaded girl, a quiet laugh coming to him.
"I was wondering when I'd be seeing you around here, Murder." he cooed, his voice sounding like a silvery purr. "I had heard word that you and your brother were to come. I nearly remember you being born of your whore mother."
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Voldemort

"Something funny, Murder? Who is your friend, as you obviously know the child," the reds of his eyes skimmed from Murder, to Snape, to the new kid. Seemed he was going to have to transfer base, if a mere child could figure out his hidden position. Once this was over and done with, he would start on that. Maybe it would be nice to stay at Severus' or Rabastan's. Trick the Order, for awhile anyways. Unless Murder went spilling to her dirty little boyfriend.

His attention shifted to one of the newer Death Eaters, the one who had, it seemed, joined for this woman he 'loved.' "Constantine, play nice now. Murder here, must I say it? Can kick your ass," his face turned to a sneer, turning to the male. Pushing himself up, he cast a glance at the male Murder's age, then moved towards Lucifer. "She, my son, has killed more beings than yourself."

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Rabastan

The green flames dissipated in front of his eyes, revealing the scene before him. A long haired boy, bowed to the ground. Severus, standing near the table, his daughter beside it. The eldest Jacobs was staring at the new guy, Lucifer, and his Lord was in the guys face. The meeting hadn't even officially started, and he was already pissed. Great. Moving from the fireplace, he figured now was as good a time as any to acknowledge himself. "My Lord, please excuse my tardiness," he placed his hand at his stomach, and bent at a bow.

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Xavier

His cape billowed behind him as he ducked from the mantel and moved towards his sister. He paid no attention to the scene playing before him, all eyes were on his sister. "Hey, Little Sister. Long time no see," his voice was loud, a grin spread across his face. He was possibly the only person that had ever felt at ease in the company of Lord Voldemort, but it had come from being around him for over a year.

He turned to the fight unfolding before them, finally realizing that something was up. "What have I missed now?"

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Charlie Tripp walked down the stone, musky streets of Knockturn Alley, his gray eyes wary. He had two small sack of odds and ends of items he needed to buy; one was containing a few vials of Re'em's blood potion, which gave the drinker immense strength, and another full of a motley group of ingredients in order to create Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction Potion, which might prove itself useful being a Death Eater...
Or in life. A potion that can make people forget things, that would be useful in sorts-
A wretching pain seared up his left arm, and he looked around. Seeing no one was there, he cautiously raised his left sleeve.
The serpent on his arm was seemingly dancing for sick joy. His Dark Mark burning, that meant a Death Eater meeting would be soon.
Running into an open house, he saw a fireplace, and grabbed at spare Floo Powder he kept with him for emergencies like this, stepping into the fireplace.
"Malfoy Manor."

An explosion of green met him, and he looked around at his fellow comrades, his eyes falling on the pale, gaunt man sitting at the table.
The Dark Lord.
"My lord..." he said, taking a small bow to his master he served faithfully.
Turning around, he looked at Xavier, one of his eyebrows raising.
He saw Xanthe, and a large, snarky smirk came to his face, his storm gray eyes clouding like the thunder they so represented.
"Well, long time no see, eh?"
He walked over to her, throwing somewhat of an arrogant look to Xavier as he wrapped his arm around her waist; of course, nothing was official, but just getting the twin enraged would definatley make his day.
And it's a short matter of time before I get with her, anyway.

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe, Alcatraz, Draco, and Snape
I'm not running away, been fighting this so long.
Such a price that we pay, we gotta be so strong.

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“No, my Lord,” she answered, wiping the smirk off of her face. “Nothing.”
Xanthe turned, watching as Alina Jacobs formed within the green embers. Naturally she grimaced, showing immense dislike. She watched as the neatly groomed woman began walking toward Alcatraz, and her lip curled.
Alcatraz blinked up at her, accidentally sneaking a peak at her underwear. He frowned and sat up, then stood to nearly meet her glare. “I’m not a stray,” he growled, glancing once over at the door where a douchey-looking man appeared. “I’m probably more thoroughbred than you are.”
Xanthe’s eyes widened slightly, since Alina wouldn’t take such talk from such a scrawny boy like Alcatraz. She felt a presence near her and turned around to face Lucifer. His comments were enough to make any Jacobs start a riot, but she remained somewhat calm. Though, the snarl wasn’t removed from her face.
“Yes. I was.”
Two more flashes of green illuminated the room. Stepping out from them were Rabastan Lestrange and Xavier Murder, who Xanthe was thrilled to see.
“Brother!” she squealed, smiling wide. Xavier was probably the only person in the world who could ever make her smile by just saying hello, or even just being there. That’s what siblings were like, she guessed.
“I’ll talk to you about that later,” Xanthe said, her voice darker than what was appropriate for the occasion.
Suddenly, she jumped a little, feeling the arm of someone constricting itself around her middle. She snapped her neck to the side, only to see Charlie beside her. Xavier must’ve distracted her from noticing the fellow Slytherin, enough to not hear him speak. Xanthe couldn’t find any words to say back to him. She only grinned sheepishly, blushing.
Alcatraz crossed his arms and gave a slight huff, looking away from the scene.
Severus Snape rolled his eyes. Murder was turning out to be quite a whore from what he understood…
“My Lord. Please excuse my lateness.”
Draco Malfoy hurriedly rushed through the doors of the Drawing Room, his white-blond hair looking slightly windblown. He couldn’t help he was always late, despite this being his own house. He couldn’t Disapparate within it, and he happened to be all the way at the other end of the mansion when his arm began to tingle…
“Draco,” Snape said, “you need to show more respect for your Lord.”

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Lucifer's breath stopped at once, his eyes widening as the Dark Lord came closer to him. Just the very aura of him was heart stopping, terrifying, like being caught in a work of Poe.
"I understand.....My Lord." he apologized quickly.
Alina Jacobs snarled at the newcomer, pulling out her wand.
"I'll let you know, you piece of filth," she said in a feral tone. "I am a member of the Jacobs family, distantly related to the Blacks. My fiance-"
Lucifer perked at hearing his name, taking his eyes off of Xanthe.
"-is from the most prestigious House of Constantine. You should show more respect to me, or I just might show you how well I can perform a Cruciatus Curse."
Lucifer looked back at Xanthe, his light blue eyes taunting.
"Don't exactly know what your mother was thinking, going to a Muggle. And she even reproduced with the thing, how...revolting." His eyes slitted at the thought of Muggles and half-bloods, acting as if they were a pestillence that needed to be exterminated.
Alina narrowed her eyes at the blue haired boy.
"What did you do to yourself?" she scowled. "Dip your head in indigo blue dye?"
Alina laughed a little, and Lucifer seemed to relax a little from when Voldemort spoke to him.
She opened her mouth to speak. "Honestly, your love life is exhausting me. You go through boyfriends like your brother grows out of his robes-"
An explosion of green came (hahaha....came.) from the fireplace, and a loud thud was heard.
"Shit!"
From the deep, masculine voice, Alina could already tell it was Balthazar coming from the fireplace. He seemed to hit his head on the fireplace, being so tall.
Balthazar Sanguine II made sure to duck once he got out of his entryplace, and the first thing Alina happened to notice was how bruised he was, and how he had a large cut above his eyebrow, but Lucifer beat her to questioning.
"What in the hell happened to you?"
The large black mans eyes narrowed, obviously not taking any liking to the newest Death Eater. "The Order got to me, that's what happened."
He looked at Alcatraz, his eyes lighting with humor.
"Seems like we got a servant, from the looks of it."
He looked at Severus, Xavier, and Xanthe, a friendly glint in his eyes.
Turning to Voldemort abruptly, he turned stone serious, a trait not easily found in Balthazar.
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Voldemort

Okay, this fighting was getting ridiculous. It was all he heard, their insults bounding around the room, ricocheting off the walls. "Enough!" His voice was deathly low, but it held a sense of order. "If I have to say another word to you, Jacobs, or you, Constantine, or you, Murder, I will show you my Cruciatus," crimson eyes shifted from one to the other, his gaze drilling into every person in the room. "Frankly, Jacobs, I'm tired of hearing about how pure your lines are. We don't need to hear it," as he spoke, he had moved closer to the woman, his gaze as stone as his heart. "I would like to see how much you loved your pure-boy if he was Half-Blood like myself." He returned to Constantine, his arms tense with anger. "You see, Constantine, Jacobs doesn't love you. She loves your bloodline. You're a piece of meat to her. She doesn't serve me through loyalty. She serves through fear. Just as Malfoy, Snape, Lestrange, Sanguine. None of you serve through loyalty. You serve through FEAR!" The speed of his turn blew his robes behind him and he paced back to the head of the table. With a flick of his hand, the chair slid back to allow him adequate room. "Now I suggest you all sit before I decide to kill you all."

The fireplace lit again as he resumed his table-tapping. Speak of the man, Sanguine had arrived. "Now, Murder, I suggest you don't ignore my question again. Get that bird off of your waist and tell me who your friend is before I kill him for trespassing on my land," His voice had calmed, though his eyes still flashed with anger. Everyone was being extra annoying as of tonight. Seemed as though they were insistant of testing his nerves.

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Charlie stared at the black haired girl in annoyance; obviously, he didn't take any liking to her or her obnoxious fiance.
"I did not!" he snarled. "I wasn't born with this, it was a magical mistake, you twit-"
His storm gray eyes turned to the tranquil thunder they came to be when afraid as The Dark Lord came over to them, his red, cat like eyes furious.
Charlie froze, not wanting to look at the Dark Lord. He might have died of fright...
His attention perked again.
"Get that bird off of your waist and tell me who your friend is before I kill him for trespassing on my land."
Charlie removed his arm at once, suddenly feeling cold from the absence of warmth from Xanthe.
He looked at Alcatraz, knowing he wasn't going to speak for him. Honestly, it pissed him off majorly to see him even with in a few yards of his Xanthe; one could say he was, well, a jealous lover.
One intent on keeping his possession to himself alone.
Charlie Tripp took a seat, like how his Dark Lord suggested. He wasn't going to die, just because that whore Jacobs began to pick a fight with him...
Charlie stared at Alcatraz, curious on his reaction to what Lord Voldemort had commanded.
Would he be cowering in fear, no better than just a younger, more supple version of Wormtail? Would he actually prove himself to be a worthy and valuable Death Eater, like Charlie aspired to be?
Either way, he didn't want him here.
He didn't need any more competition, not with the lingering feelings of Wakefield still around; being a partial and potential Legellimens, he could sense feelings coming off of people to some degree.
Xanthe Murder was far from cheerful.

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe, Alcatraz, Draco, and Snape
I'm not running away, been fighting this so long.
Such a price that we pay, we gotta be so strong.

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Snape’s eyes widened with a sudden pinch of dislike. He wouldn’t allow it to show for more than a split seconds, the glint from the blackness disappearing out vulnerability. The Dark Lord could’ve seen the flash of disrespect, the small snarl across his face for that small moment. If he did, Snape would surly be killed on the spot.
“My Lord,” he said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. “If I served you out of fear, why would I have stood at my post all those years while every other name you mentioned believed you to be dead! I worked hard all those years to get Dumbledore within my grasp. I collected all that information so that you could live and kill Potter. We succeeded, didn’t we? The boy’s nowhere to be found and hasn’t made a move in nearly four years. He’s probably already lying in ashes.”
Severus refused to sit, but Draco immediately lowered his gaze and submissively sat in a seat near the back. The pallid shade of his skin suggested fear.
Xanthe blinked at Snape, admiring his bravery for being outspoken with Lord Voldemort. She was a bit speechless, and did not want to answer the Dark Lord’s question in such a tense moment. Her eyes only swept over Charlie, who had sat down at the long cherry table. She mirrored his movements, taking a seat beside him nervously.
Alcatraz’s gaze matched Xanthe’s for a quick moment, then going back to the Dark Lord. He had a weird feeling about Charlie, like he didn’t like him. Come to think of it, he was lucky (being male and Slytherin as well) that they didn’t share a dorm room together.
He could only sense that Charlie might find him a threat to his and Xanthe’s relationship. Quietly, Alcatraz wondered why Xanthe was moving so fast between guys. She and Barker had just broken up not too long ago. Maybe she was desperately trying to forget about him.
Charlie had nothing to worry about with Alcatraz. Sure, Xanthe would work as a one night stand, but not as a relationship. He wasn’t the type of person to be friends with benefits, or the type to stay with one girl at a time. Alcatraz did not want to be romantically involved with Xanthe Murder. He just liked her company.
His head a little low from Voldemort’s sudden anger, he pulled up a chair beside Xanthe, ignoring Charlie’s aura. He rolled his eyes slightly in the fellow Slytherin’s direction.
Just because I don’t want her doesn’t mean I couldn’t have her if I tried. Fucking douche.

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Alina rounded to the Dark Lord, her eyes widening in some disbelief.
She herself had been one who respecting the Dark Lord for her entire time as a Death Eater.
I went to Azkaban for him! He shouldn't call me unfaithful.
She looked at Lucifer, knowing Lord Voldemort's words about him were true. Being the last of the Jacobs line (she didn't consider Bethany a part of her family, not for a long time since she could remember), she would do anything to preserve her pureblood status.
In short, yes. She was using him.
They were to be married off the coast of Devon, the countryside, in a cute little wizarding town in England known as Labrador.
It would be an elaborate, white wedding. Hell, if Murder played her cards right, she just might end up getting an invitation.
There would be beauty, grandeur, eye boggling outfits. There would be alcohol, there would be one night stands.
The one thing missing at the wedding was the one thing that most people found essential.
Love.
Yes, it was a lie. But like most things in Alina's life, it was a lie fabricated so much that most would rather live in it than be cut from the thread.

Lucifer gazed up at the Dark Lord, his pale gray blue eyes in fear. The pallid, gaunt, corpse like man looked like Death itself personified....
He looked at Alina, trying to find reasurrance in her eyes.
Voldemort was lying...right?
If he wasn't, he wouldn't know what to believe. Lucifer and Alina had known each other from their childhood days in Scotland, that is, until he moved to the countryside of Devon. He was a grade older than her in Slytherin, always looking out for her, which she was rather reluctant for; Alina Jacobs was one to tread her own path, even if it was known to be a field of thorns.
He had loved her since childhood.
They had a house in Labrador, one of his many around the globe. His great great grandfather was a famous alchemist, and they had inherited a great fortune that only kept multiplying over the years.
Surely he could supply Alina's feverish needs, right?

Balthazar took a seat immediatley next to Lucifer, not knowing the man, but not wanting to sit next to anyone else. His eyebrow still stung, and he stared at the boy kneeling with an odd concentration.

Alina looked at Draco as he came in, her eyes narrowing in a secretly glad kind of tone, worried that he was hurt.
"Hello, Draco."
Lucifer looked at his fiance in a scowl, grabbing her hand.
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VOLDEMORT

His chair flew against the wall as he lurched to his feet. His anger had returned ten-fold, he was finished. "I didn't ask for your comments, Severus. You remained at your post because you wished to live," his hand curled around the ivory of his wand. Moving slowly, he pointed it (and the wand) at the raven haired man, his lips curling back into a snarl. "Now, everyone sit down before I blow this entire room up!" His knuckles glowed whiter than usual, the pressure that he was putting on the table was immeasurable. "You people disgust me! You're Death Eaters, for fuck's sake, not horny teenagers," his eyes flashed briefly to both Murders. One first, then the other. "You should be fighting that horrid Order, not yourselves. Murder, Jacobs, must I really lock the two of you in a room and make you kiss and make up? Constantine, stop acting like a jealous kid. I've already told you that she's with you for your blood. Snape, take a shower. And stop complaining everytime I insult you. Tripp, she's with you, correct? Either leave it like that or put your emotions behind you whenever you step in this room. Malfoy, grow a spine. Lestrange, stick up for your mistakes. Both of them. Sanguine., you have knees. They bend," as he spoke, his wand switched to each person in turn. "And Murder, you're going to get yourself killed, and not by myself. Stop with the whores," the room was full of immature people.

"Murder, you are the only one to speak within the next five minutes. This is your last chance unless you want this kid to die. Tell me his name, now." He shouldn't have had to ask even a second time, and yet this was his third, possibly fourth. He was annoyed, as they could obviously see. Never before had he ever called a meeting and it end up this bad. What, were both women menstrating?

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