The Death Eater

-Severus Snape-

Voldemort accepted me as a Death Eater! How long I had waited for that moment, though at the same time with evil joy coursing through me, I also felt a bit uncomfortable. I had finally received what I wanted, but it was too easy. I wonder if he really expected me to do a good job? What if he was just playing with me? A wonderful joke among his fellow Death Eaters? Was he really that desperate for supporters? Had he always accepted so hastily?

Many questions were flooding my mind as I left Voldemort’s house. I had found his abode easily enough - a villager had told me that Tom Riddle lived there once I asked, and I knew too well that Tom Riddle was Voldemort’s old name. The one he used before he emerged from the shell and became a powerful, new man. The Dark Arts had helped him to greatness... and oh such greatness I wished for! My duties would not be done until I achieved radiant power that struck fear into the hearts of everyone. What a rush this would all be! What a breathtaking adventure!

I apparated back to my little apartment, and waited so patiently with nothing to do. Boredom was not an alien feeling I had, for I was bored ever since I left Hogwarts. Thrown out into the world without a job, I would steal the money I needed to pay off the apartment bills... though I wondered why I even paid those. If I wanted, I wouldn’t have had to pay a penny to those idiot managers of the complex, but I decided to be on the safer side, and keep everything simple. No killing. Not yet. I knew one day, they would have to go.

Hours flew by like seconds, and in no time at all, the fresh Dark Mark scorched my arm, growing darker as it had dulled over the course of the day. Suddenly, I was excited and exhilerated, dancing within myself as if I were just about to talk in front of a large crowd. I wanted to be the first one to apparate in the village! I wanted to please my master with obedient timing!

In a flash, I was standing outside the small village I had visited only a few hours before, and trembling with eagerness, I withdrew my wand from my robes, looking around for others to appear. And as soon as I peered to my left, a man’s figure flickered and solidified on the spot. He turned to me with icy blue eyes, and instantly, I recognized him.

“So, Snape, finally decided to join our group of Death Eaters? You’re not at all a fool,” Malfoy said calmly, nodding to two more men who appeared in front of us. I decided not to answer him, but merely nod back as more and more apparated into a neat little circle. And in hardly no time at all, a looming, skeletal figure appeared in the center of the ring we had created for him.

Every single Death Eater bowed to him and withdrew masks from their cloaks, putting them on with haste. I suddenly felt uneasy, as I had not known to have one. This didn’t seem a surprise to Voldemort, who pulled out a mask (which seemed to appear out of thin air) and flung it in my direction. I caught it and strapped it over my face.

“You know what to do,” Voldemort said softly, yet clearly. “Kill as many villagers as your hearts desire. Torture them however you please - and don’t let your spells be wasted. No wizard or muggle will walk free without my rule! GO!” With this said, he apparated away somewhere, I didn’t know, but I had orders. And I was going to follow them.

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“CRUCIO!” I bellowed, aiming my wand, straight and true at a man backed into a corner of his small house. His screams seemed to carry miles, vibrating against my eardrums and sending a most pleasant chill up my spine. Oh, I loved the sound of a tortured soul!

His cries, demented and terrified, gave me the best feeling in the world, and sent me into an uncontrollable fit of evil laughter.

“Cry! Cry for your life!” I crowed as the man twitched and jolted as if struck by lightning. His shouts softened until all energy was drained from him. I lowered my wand, laughter dying with his soul. This man was finished. Never to see the dawn of another day. I spat with disgust at the weakness of this pathetic muggle. This was much too easy. Note to self: kill slower next time. Use imperious.

The town was very much destroyed, as we had finished off the last living souls. What a wonderful night it was turning into. The dark sky reflected the shining blood and fire very well. What a night filled with terror. It was so irresistible, the feeling of power. I finally felt at home with the Death Eaters... Just me, them, and supreme, evil domination. The word just purred off my tongue; domination...

I wiped off the blood that had splattered onto my wand from previous victims onto the dead man’s clothes. This was indeed a thrilling life.

I removed myself from the house, carefully remembering to blow it up once I was out. It seemed all the other Death Eaters had left. Pity; I would have wanted to celebrate the deaths of so many for the remainder of the night. Now I had nothing left to do but retreat back to my apartment. But my blood lust wasn’t over! It wasn’t fair that I would have to wait again for another village to raid! This was what I was born to do, and now I was delayed in doing it!

This was an irritating problem. Maybe next time I could destroy - I like that word too - destroy a large city? Perhaps one with hundreds of thousands of innocent people? That would be such a nice bit of fun...

If anyone knew me, they would know that I love an obstacle. I do not like getting done with things too easily. A challenge is always wonderful. The harder the challenge, the better the feeling once you’ve overcome it.

So I decided right then, that maybe, just maybe... I could somehow lure a few Aurors to attend the next killing... Yes, yes! Aurors against Death Eaters in the middle of a destroyed city! What a challenge, what an exciting obstacle! I could very well get myself killed, or put in Azkaban! But I know, oh I know so well that I could defeat any Auror.

To kill an Auror would be an honour from Voldemort, oh I would be rewarded so greatly! What a wonderful plan! What a strength-testing plan! What a horribly evil plan! Voldemort would love it!

So I sat back on my small, rough couch and dreamed up the kinds of things I would receive from Voldemort once I defeated an Auror. Next time, I thought, tomorrow... I will show Voldemort just how faithful of a servant that Severus Snape can be.