The Mark Burns... [Death Eaters]

[SEVERUS SNAPE]

No. No, he didn't want to be here. Please, God (if there is a God), anywhere but here...

The first thing that greeted Severus Snape after he touched the Mark were the ruins of Hogwarts. They were like some sick backdrop to the Dark Lord's own madness. They were a testament to the Pureblood power and what could go wrong if certain demands weren't meant. It was like walking in a cemetery; each piece of rubble that had been left behind was a tombstone... So many people had died needlessly. He wasn't even able to pretend that the once-grand castle was still there because there was nothing left. Nothing. Focusing on the scenery around the place didn't do him any good either. Hagrid's hut had been demolished; the greenhouses had been burned to the ground by rampant Fiendfyre; and the Black Lake (which had been clear despite its name) was polluted, a sickly film of reddish algae floated on top. There were no signs or sounds of animals, not even from the Forbidden Forest.

It was hard to look upon the sight for an extended period of time, but it was also just one of those weird things... Once Severus had seen it he couldn't take his gaze off of it. He knew why the Dark Lord wanted to meet here of all places. Voldemort enjoyed reveling in what some would call a triumph and it was important to remind a few Death Eaters about who was in charge of this war. They all knew the consequences and the eventual goal that was now being termed as the 'Master Plan;' however, a little nudge in the right direction was occasionally necessary or else someone might get the bright idea to take over. Snape almost snorted at the thought. As he picked his way across the battlefield he began to shield his mind heavily. All would be lost if his loyalties were discovered now....

It was no easy process though and it never had been (not even in the beginning) despite the fact that Severus was a natural Occlumens. Perhaps it had something to do with his location or maybe he just wasn't as good as he used to be. His increasingly mental state was definitely taking a toll. It was hard NOT to get locked in the past even with Hogwarts in ruins; he had had some of his better times at the school...

He didn't want to be here. Please... anywhere but here... He couldn't concentrate; couldn't function properly; and he feared what this particular meeting might do to him as a result.

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Tag: Death Eaters
Words: 430
Location: The Ruins of Hogwarts
Notes: So... since I randomly had Snape's Dark Mark burn in another Rp I figured that this would be the next logical step...

[DASHA TATIANA DOLOHOV]

As soon as Dasha felt a prick on her left arm, her fingers instantaneously reached out to touch the Dark Mark residing there. She followed the Dark Lord's orders without hesitation. Lateness was an eventuality he despised though he was able to take pleasure from the punishment he doled out for this mistake. Dasha's long blonde waves were helpless against the wind, flashing across her face in a blind rage. She hitched them behind her ears and blinked. Hogwarts, or what was left of it. If the Dark Lord was capable of love, Dasha thought he seemed he loved gathering them all here. At the centre of his success. She guessed he liked to relish the victory that took place within these now-crumbled walls. She turned away from what she knew was the remains of the school greenhouses and saw a lone figure standing by what used to be the steps to the entrance hall of Hogwarts.

Severus Snape, one of her comrades so to speak. She gracefully picked her way through the rubble and joined him at the foot of the stairs. "Reminiscing?" She asked haplessly, folding her arms in wait for the rest of the death eaters to assemble. Snape had been there if she remembered correctly, on the night Hogwarts fell and never got up. He had attended this school, all his childhood memories must be here... A small frown played on Dasha's forehead for a cuple of seconds and then dropped as she gave him a slow smile. Her childhood memories were in Beauxbatons, a school still standing and filled with pureblood supremists children, no mudblood filth. "Do you miss it?" She said aloud conversationally, her hand pushing her hair away from her face again. She looked out at the desolation that was once the glory of wizarding education. Shame that it had gone to the dogs.

There was no point is asking whether Snape knew why Voldemort had called them here, she's find out soon enough anyway. But she was pretty sure that he knew. He was one of the Dark Lord's closest minions, maybe the closest. He would know. She clutched her arms around her body, shielding it from the incessant wind that was billowing around them. There were no walls to hold it back anymore; no stone and mortar to stem the everlasting breeze. Dasha wondered what she would have felt if Lord Voldemort had had to bring Beauxbatons down aswell. Her memories were of hidden torture and stolen moments, did she prize them as much as it seemed Severus prized his memories of Hogwarts? And he seemed to prize then quite a bit from the distant look she could see in his eyes as she glanced back at him. She remembered that he'd spent even more time in this place, he'd been the Potions professor, hadn't he? She thought it unlikely though that he missed teaching, after all, her father didn't miss Azkaban and her mother didn't miss poverty.

to the the highest mountain
WE'VE DONE WHAT THEY THOUGHT WE COULDN'T

tagged: snape, other death eaters
lyrics: invincible - tinie tempah feat kelly rowland
notes: finally some evil goin' down!
credit: posy

[SONEA DELILAH NYX]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Darkness. That was Sonea’s future. She had known this from the moment she had taken her first steps in becoming a Deatheater and possibly even the moment she had been sorted into Slytherin. The deatheaters were the closest thing she had to family now that Rhea was dead, well apart from her parents. Sonea had hardly seen her parents since she had left Hogwarts and now that Rhea was gone she had no reason to see them again. She had never truly cared about them in a way that a child should care or love a parent. They had just been the people who had made it possible for her to be alive. To her they were just pawns, easily disposed off was she no longer needed them. If the Dark Lord required it of her she would kill them in an instant without blinking an eyelid or shedding a tear.

Sonea looked at the muggles around her, oblivious for now to the wizarding world. Soon they would bow to the dark lord and tremble in fear at the sound of his name. She struggled to not wipeout all the muggles in the park. It would not do for her to disrupt the dark lord’s plans. Everything had to be timed perfectly, she despised muggles but was not as careless as Bellatrix in attacking muggles. They would soon learn their place in this world. She just managed to stop herself hissing in pain when the mark on her arm suddenly seared with pain. She lifted herself off the bench and walked to a secluded area where she disapparated. A small frown appeared on her face when she apparated and saw where she was. Why here of all places? The one place where she had lost her sister was to be the place where the deatheaters would meet.

Memories came back of that fateful night when she had found her sister’s limp, lifeless body. That day she had sworn to get revenge on those who were responsible for her sister being there. Rhea had meant to be in London, training to be an Auror, not a career that Sonea wanted her sister to follow, but at least in London she would have been safe. She looked around at ruins of the school, amazed at the destruction that the deatheaters had been capable of that fateful night. The otherside had lost the day Harry Potter had died, yet they clung on hopelessly to an ideal and a fading dream that they would win this war. She knew that they would not be able to win, not without a miracle. The order were losing ground while the Dark Lord gained more and more power and influence over the wizarding world each passing day.

Sonea nodded at Snape, her previous potions master, and at Dolohov. It appeared no one else had arrived yet. She heard Dolohov’s question that was directed towards Snape, and mused over her own answer silently to herself. She still had mixed feelings about the destruction of the school. The school being destroyed had shown how powerful the Dark Lord and deatheaters were, yet it was also the place where she had lost her sister. Rhea had been the only person Sonea had ever truly cared about and the death of Hogwarts had also been the death of Rhea.

TAGGED ! deatheaters
WORDS ! 558
OUTFIT ! clothes
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! meh

[KYROS TREZIO]

Kyros was walking on the same route that he always took every day to clear his head. Kyros liked early mornings, but his body sometimes refused to allow him to rise before a certain hour. That particular morning, he had slept in and he was now walking through the afternoon, thinking things over as he always did. Just as he got to a particularly tricky peak of one of the hills in his area, his right forearm burned insatiably and strongly. Wincing, but also knowing what it meant, he pulled back his sleeve and pressed his finger instantly to the writhing, black snake that moved seemingly of its own accord on his arm. He closed his eyes, smiled and looked to the sky as he was instantly transported to where the Dark Lord wanted or needed his presence.

Arriving at his destination, his eyes were greeted with a saddening but also gleeful sight: the ruins of his old school, the once great Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Spinning around on a top, he looked around him to see if anyone else had arrived and accepted the call of their master. Seeing nobody but a few figures deeper into the ruins, he walked forward, hopping over bits of the castle that were in his path. Kyros was wearing a black robe with his hood traditionally up, making him look ominous and even more intimidating. As he grew ever closer, he recognised a few of the faces that had answered His call. Severus Snape, a double agent like himself, was there along with Dasha Dolohov and Sonea Nyx. Dasha and Snape seemed to be conversing, and Sonea was simply standing there, waiting for her Master to arrive.

Drawing to within 10 feet of them, Kyros left his hood up as he spoke to the Death Eaters who had answered the call. Stopping when he was a little closer, he looked at all three of them, a few seconds apiece, and then opened his arms. ‘I’m glad that I am not the only one to answer His call.’ Even though most of his face was hidden by the shadow of his hood, he smiled nastily. ‘I did wonder...’ His eyes lingered on Snape, silently questioning his loyalty to the Greater Cause. ‘And how is Dumbledore’s pet these days? Still playing your part well?’ He smirked, satisfied, and then turned his attention to Dasha and Sonex. ‘Welcome, ladies.’ He said, bowing his hooded head. ‘I hope life is treating you well?’

[VOLDEMORT]

( THE SEA'S WINE RED THIS IS THE DEATH OF BEAUTY )

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"Why, he could ask you the same thing, Trezio." A high, cold voice snaked through the air, the source of which had just appeared from the sides of the rubble that the masked followers stood before. It was hard to ignore this man; he was tall, with face as pale as sheet, eyes with red iris' and slits for nostril. He had an air of authority and danger that hovered around him as he moved forth to see the small group of his loyal servants who'd responded to his call. He wasn't entirely disappointed by the few numbers; after all, some were off on his orders and he was sure he'd recieve reports and news from them soon enough- although he had been expecting a couple more to turn up. Alas; he'd see to that later. For now, he had these few followers here, and he had a task for them at hand.

However, now that one of his Death Eaters had bought up a certain issue, he felt it prompt to build on it and get it out of the way for the time being. His cold, cruel and calculating eyes fell upon a masked man; a masked man whom he may possibly have trusted. No one, after all, was completely trust worthy- no, a man had to rely upon himself and himself only- especially if the said man was the Greatest Wizard of all time. "Although, I dare say that I have indeed been wondering that myself; is Dumbledore still absolutely convinced that you're on his side, Severus?" His eyes now shifted and fell upon the male who'd bought up the topic in the first place; a younger, fresh addition to his servants; however one with great potential. Had it not been for that, he certainly would not be playing a double agent for Lord Voldemort. "And you, Trezio." Lord Voldemort did see potential in this male, but he didn't quite find him important enough to be addressed by his first name. "I'll expect the two of you to stay back a little longer to... ah, fill me in, as they say." A chuckle carried through the air, however it held no humour and neither did Lord Voldemort's face. His eyes flickered between the two men, making it clear that he was expecting good news or that things would not end well.

Looking away from the two men now, he focus his attention on the two women; Sonea Nyx and Dasha Dolohov. His eyes assessed the two women, hovering on their faces, almost challenging either woman to look him back in the eye. Neither, ofcourse, would be foolish enough to do so. Oh, not that they were weak; no, no. Had they been completely weak or worthless, they wouldn't have been here for this specific meeting; but he trusted that their bravery did not extend to a level where it turned into foolishness or arrogance. After all, no one dared looked Lord Voldemort in the eye. Not unless they were ordered to do so. "Nyx, Dolohov; I trust you two are well, yes?" Despite the fact that he'd just asked a question, his tone made it clear that he did not expect an answer back. Frankly; he did not care about how either of the women were- no. He was simply biding time for a while. Checking to see if another few were to join them.

Apparently not. "My, the numbers are fewer than I'd expected." His eyes were fixed on his wand, which he twirled in his long, skinny fingers. "Those not here will be dealt with accordingly." He was speaking more to himself than the others, but his voice cut through the air like a knife made out of ice, nonetheless. "No matter; that's not our concern for now." He looked up from his wand, taking a step back and gesturing the others with his wand to gather before him. "I have a task at hand for you four." A humourless smile touched his lips as he indicated to the four as a group with his wand. "I believe, that we simply aren't getting to our goal of eliminating so called muggle borns and muggles fast enough." He shook his head, "Many of these tainted, filthy creatures are still romaing freely; defying my orders." Anger flashed through his red eyes, making him look even more dangerous than he had before; he did not like the idea of people not following his orders. Not in the slightest. "The Order of the Phoenix seems to be doing a rather good job at keeping these savages away from me and my regime, and Lord Voldemort does not like being defied!"

Almost a hiss broke out from the back of his throat, as he took a deep breath, forcing another cruel smile on his face. "I am going to entrust you four with the opportunity to find these savages; these unworthy beings and bring them to Malfoy Manor. I dare say their cellar's have enough space for them." He shook his head. "If any Blood Traitor is found, the orders still apply." His face was now full of pleasure at the thought of crude violence and the downfall of these filthy muggles that Dumbledore loved so much. "Think of this as a... ah, reward for your good work so far. Torture them; play with them; use them as savage. They're yours to use as you please." His cruel smile widened. "These savages need to be found; they do not have the right to a life. They're lesser beings who are here for our use, and they need to understand that!" His eyes moved from one member in his presence to the other, watching them carefully, before his eyes finally fell on Snape. "I understand that this may not be... ah ideal for you Severus; not with your closeness to Dumbledore, but I'm sure you can find some time to... well, help the cause- yes?" His eyes flickered over to the other three, a look in his eyes that dared them to question his opinion.

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[SEVERUS SNAPE]

Snape's lips were set in a thin line as he waited for the Dark Lord to show up. He stood silently with his arms folded behind his back and there was a certain tenseness to his frame; a rigidness that he held himself to not only because it was required in his case but also due to his current location. He couldn't afford to let the ruins of Hogwarts effect him in an emotional way, especially not when his Occlumency shields depended on a blank mind. The slight breeze whipped at his black cloak, making him look like the imposing figure of Death still searching for the lost and wandering souls who had died during the battle. He didn't move when he heard a female voice address him, asking if he was reminiscing.

The only reply he gave was a short dry snort. Severus gazed over at the woman, but that was the only response she got at the second comment. Of course he missed Hogwarts. Even some of the Purebloods, no matter what they said, had to have a few mixed feelings about the school being in ruins... But they at least were reassured by the Dark Lord that the castle would be rebuilt in a far grander image... Silence fell over the two of them again; the only noise was that of the blowing wind and the flapping of fabric. Another joined their vigil without a word, which suited Snape just fine. The final addition to their little group was Kyros Trezio and he couldn't help but to scowl at the question.

There would have been a stiff answer from the older Spy if not for the sudden appearance of the Dark Lord, whose cold words cut across any conversation quite effectively. Well accustomed to his role by now, Snape inclined his head to the Master of them all. "Although, I dare say that I have indeed been wondering that myself; is Dumbledore still absolutely convinced that you're on his side, Severus?" The question didn't even cause him to bristle; he merely straightened his shoulders somewhat before he replied. "My Lord knows that I have won Dumbledore's trust long ago using his own weakness against him: love." There was a sneer in Snape's voice now; a certain spitting waspish quality. There was a true part of him that no longer believed in love so it was all too easy to push it away...

Severus lapsed back into silence as the Dark Lord continued. He listened to the orders in state of impassiveness. The thought of what was being said sickened him. He couldn't help wondering what his role in this plot would be. He imagined that if Dumbledore were around then he would be told to go completely into Death Eater mode again in order to do what needed to be done... He could do it too; he just didn't think he could switch back out. The problem with this whole situation was the fact that Dumbledore wasn't around and not even Snape knew where the 'greatest wizard of all time' was located; contacting the former Headmaster had proved pointless because owls and the like returned with the undelivered mail. Dumbledore would come whenever Dumbledore wanted to. The idea didn't please Severus at all. He had to know what to do; he had to have advice or he couldn't function. He wasn't himself anymore; he was just another chess piece.

"Yes, my Lord, I understand."

With one Master gone the only person he could actually listen to was Voldemort... A scary thought in and of itself... Severus had been told to play his part; to protect his true loyalties for as long as possible; and now there only seem to be one way in which to do so.

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Tag: Death Eaters
Words: 625
Location: The Ruins of Hogwarts
Notes: ---

[DASHA TATIANA DOLOHOV]

Dasha smiled into the distance as Severus snorted in reply. So he was. And she put the question to herself again: How would she feel if it were Beauxbatons? No. She was not so attached to material things, solid structures... Clearly bricks and mortar were just as perishable as everything else in this world. She met his gaze as he glanced in her direction just for a few seconds, another answer. It was a knowing gaze but that was all. She kept the silence. He missed it and he thought he wasn't the only one. The blonde didn't need to be a legimens to read Severus' thoughts, his face was saying it all clearly to her. Sonea apparated next to her.

Dasha always found it a bit, how to put it, awkward, when Sonea gave one of those nods in greeting. "Hallo, Sonea," she said, turning her head away from the rubble she'd been gazing out over and her eyes roved over Sonea Nyx. She didn't know much at all about the brunette. She was introverted, to say the least. She never cracked a smile, always sober. Dasha saw a vengeful streak in all her movements, in all her murders. Sonea wanted revenge. Maybe that was all she was in this for, who knew. Dasha wasn't particularly interested in the girl's past, in her motives, unless they were going to bring her down. It wasn't likely. Sonea had a Severus-like look on her face, reminiscing. Of course, she'd also studied here. She'd been taught by Professor Snape. Dasha's eyes glanced back at said professor. Ex-professor. Back to Nyx. She leaned in a little and spoke softly. "You don't know how to feel here. But you should, shouldn't you?" Dasha leaned back and slowly smiled at the girl, wrapping her blonde locks around her fingers and tucking them into the top of her cloak. The wind was speeding up around where they stood.

The blonde's gaze darted past Sonea to spy the next edition to their 'party' arriving. Her pale face featuring a grin, Dasha watched as Kyros hopped over the rubble to join them. "If you were the only one, I doubt the Dark Lord would be amused. Hallo, Kyros," she told him in greeting, nudging him lightly in the ribs with a sharp elbow, a short, melodic laugh escaping her crimson lips. She liked to see that nasty smile plastered over his face. It was quite becoming. She didn't answer his question, leaving the floor open for Sonea. Maybe they'd all get an insight. As usual, Kyros threw in a taunt at Severus. Even though they were practically in the same shoes. Dasha's hair flew out of the neck of her cloak, tumbling around her face as the wind playfully pulled it in three directions at once. The blonde took no notice, but watched Severus' mouth open as if to reply, when suddenly a voice came out from around them. The wind itself spoke.

Dasha turned to face the Dark Lord as he appeared across from them, standing on his throne at the pinnacle of his success: Hogwarts' defeat. The conversation ran between the three men of the group, Dasha simply standing alongside them, ears open and eyes staring straight ahead, slightly off course her Master. Their double agent business to be settled, Dasha felt the Dark Lord's gaze brush over Sonea and herself. He asked his question mildly, Dasha stayed silent, only bowing her head slightly, revering. This was clearly a rhetorical question, even a novice Death Eater would;ve picked up on that. Lord Voldemort did not deal in feelings. Unless they were of the negative kind. And his own. Other people's feelings did not mean much. Though of course when circumstances changed from time to time. Dasha was sometimes asked how she felt by the Dark Lord. Extenuous circumstances of course. If she was having a vision, if she was seeing the Dark Lord wanted to know what she was feeling. Her feelings would be the feelings of whoever was in the vision, or sometimes her own feelings on the topic of the vision. Less helpful to Lord Voldemort but of course one could never know which was which until the question was asked.

Dasha listened and watched the smile growing on the Dark Lord's face. It was almost beautiful, almost. The corners of her mouth turned upwards ever so slightly. When torture was on the menu, Dasha was a happy bunny. A happy, flesh-tearing, bone-grating, blood-spilling bunny. It was always nice to be given an order such as this. It satiated her bloodlust and made a satisfied Master; killing two birds with one stone. Her eyes still hovered by Lord Voldemort but she imagined Severus' face in her head. He would have to kill, outright, just like the rest of them. His face would be placid, yielding. He would do what Lord Voldemort told him to do. Like always, she thought pointlessly.

to the the highest mountain
WE'VE DONE WHAT THEY THOUGHT WE COULDN'T

tagged: severus, sonea, kyros, V O L D Y
lyrics: invincible - tinie tempah feat kelly rowland
notes: (:
credit: posy