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batsutousaiTitle: Lord Voldemort
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Pairings: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood, gore, Voldie's mind(that should say it all...)
Length: 122 words(short, for me... ^.^")
Summary: Lord Voldemort considers...things...
Note: I don't remember what depressed me so much to make me write this, but write it I did! *sweatdrop* I dare say, this is the most In Cannon!Voldemort I've ever written... *shudders*
An addiction. Blood. Streams of red flooding the earth around me. Those gaping wounds with muscles and fat bared. Falling to the ground. Everyone could see.
Oh, the horror. I love the horror in their eyes when they see it all strewn around. Their loved ones, dead and dying. Oh, I don’t like mercy killings. Best to let them die slowly. Die painfully. Die screaming.
Just like that boy. That boy who’d trusted too quickly and grew up too fast. He’d screamed as he’d died. He’d had such a lovely scream, too. A scream of dispair, of regret, of disgust.
Disgust? Of course, after all, I’d been born from that child’s sufferings. Tom Riddle had given me life.
I am, Lord Voldemort.
Author:
batsutousaiPairings: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood, gore, Voldie's mind(that should say it all...)
Length: 122 words(short, for me... ^.^")
Summary: Lord Voldemort considers...things...
Note: I don't remember what depressed me so much to make me write this, but write it I did! *sweatdrop* I dare say, this is the most In Cannon!Voldemort I've ever written... *shudders*
An addiction. Blood. Streams of red flooding the earth around me. Those gaping wounds with muscles and fat bared. Falling to the ground. Everyone could see.
Oh, the horror. I love the horror in their eyes when they see it all strewn around. Their loved ones, dead and dying. Oh, I don’t like mercy killings. Best to let them die slowly. Die painfully. Die screaming.
Just like that boy. That boy who’d trusted too quickly and grew up too fast. He’d screamed as he’d died. He’d had such a lovely scream, too. A scream of dispair, of regret, of disgust.
Disgust? Of course, after all, I’d been born from that child’s sufferings. Tom Riddle had given me life.
I am, Lord Voldemort.
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Date: 7/5/05 18:02 (UTC)no subject
Date: 7/5/05 18:55 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30/6/05 03:15 (UTC)In any case! Lovely, accurate, disturbing picture of Voldemort. I think you've saved me too, since I've been trying to get a grasp on his character for awhile now. ♥
Loved the piece.
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Date: 2/9/05 17:33 (UTC)Glad to be of service!! ^.~