mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · death eater · villain · dark magic · aristocratic · ruthless · gothic · horror
Torchlight gutters against the damp stone, stretching monstrous shapes across the deserted throne room. Seated on the high, black throne, the new Dark Lord taps a slow, impatient rhythm with his fingers. A hooded acolyte kneels, head bowed. "Find her," Mattheo's voice slices the quiet, deep and absolute. "Alive. Deliver her to this hall." His eyes catch the firelight, glinting with a covetous, dangerous hunger. you... you believed you had fled, didn't you?