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This wasn't, exactly, how he had planned his return. He had expected to be on home turf, a place he understood and wanted to be. Surrounded by worshippers and already plotting. Not here with some strange man using the power he gave specifically to his followers to bring him back. The books of Saxon weren't meant to be public knowledge, they were his private notes, and yet this man decided to drag him into a world he didn't want to be in.

The Master always had a funny feeling that magic wasn't something he should of ever tried to toy with because as it stood, he didn't like where this was going. It defied the logic he knew.

Voldemort was a strange creature, a very unpleasant one at that. He looked sickly and his eyes were red like an albino. Still, he didn't say much on it, he'd looked worse himself and damages were just a sign of ambition and desire. It always took everything out of you, especially with humans.

The drums were raging in his head as he followed Voldemort into this meeting he'd decided to attend. He'd only been back a few days and already he seemed to of captured the imagination of this tiny little creature who was all but eager to introduce him.

An ancient ruler from another reality must of been interesting.

He didn't walk behind Voldemort, he kept in step, not willing to seem a lesser. Hey, the dark lord brought him here. If he was going to play with this merry band of psychopaths, he wanted to seem equal.

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"Don't be jealous, Barty. It's coming across as bitter," the Master mocked as he let go of his loyal servant's hair and let him fall back. He had beaten down Barty so many times now that it was losing it's charm. He only broke him now when he really needed to. He saved the truly nasty stuff for the drum days and today, they weren't too bad. So someone was a lucky boy.

"If he comes, I suppose I can't really hide you. I just don't want you two interacting much," the Master reasoned in his own way, knowing it was impossible to stop this but ... well, he just didn't like to admit to his own issues. Why else would he be so ashamed by Barty?

Barty rubbed his head and glared at nothing in particular for a moment before, when no further harsh treatment came, propping his head on the Master's thigh and looking up at him once more. He didn't particular fancy being broken, so this worked well for him.

"I can hide myself. Or just look different, if you'd rather." He wasn't sure through what illusions a time lord could see, but he was sure he could manage something. "So we don't have to interact at all, unless you want me to."

Once Barty rested against him, the Master heaved a slight sigh and reached out, raking his fingers through Barty's ever erratic hair. He seriously needed a hair cut. They both did. Plotting the end of the world made getting the dull and mundane stuff done awfully hard.

"He'd see through it eventually, there's no point. I'm just over thinking, you'll be fine," the Master insisted, more for himself than Barty. No doubt this would piss the Doctor off, to see Barty and how broken he was. So why over think it? His little moulded toy was perfect. "I'll tell you what I want when I need it, I always do."

Barty closed his eyes for a moment, because although he definitely didn't consider himself the type to enjoy it, he still couldn't quite help the reality of, yes, he liked getting his hair stroked. It was at least definitely preferable to the yanking on it the Master also was all too fond of.

"And I'll listen to what you tell me." And continue to try and figure out what the Master might want and what might be best on his own, because he had been getting punished for things he had been told to do before and around the Doctor he didn't expect any rationalism.

The Master did like the fact that some humans seriously understood their place and acted accordingly. If they were basically treated like a dog with better rights and offered a few rewards, they were usually pretty well behaved. Like Barty. He broke the poor bastard a while back and he was pretty sure the pieces had never been picked up.

But at least he liked a pet on the head. "I know you will, you always do. You're about the only loyal person I can claim to have in my ranks."

There's nothing here but what here's mine.

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