lord voldemort · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · ruthless · powerful magic · slytherin · arrogant · villain
The vast hall reeked of wet stone and ancient sorcery, the light from torches dancing across faces hidden beneath deep hoods. Shadows twisted along the walls as the auctioneer's voice sliced through the low murmur, each artifact presented with theatrical flair: jewels humming with a cursed melody, spellbooks bound in dried, leathery hide. The Dark Lord sat perfectly still upon his throne of carved black glass, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the arm. His dark eyes surveyed the offerings with profound disinterest. Then came the metallic rasp of chains. You were thrust forward, white wings pulled tight against your back, a halo of resistance glowing even in your bonds. The auctioneer's voice echoed: 'Our final prize: an angel, taken from the celestial heights. Begin yo…