The Master | Saxon Era (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
standsonhigh) wrote2013-12-21 02:57 pm
standsonhigh) wrote2013-12-21 02:57 pm
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There's nothing here but what here's mine.
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.
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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"Tell you what, Barty, you like a challenge. So lets make this fun for both of us and play a game. If you can make him scream in pain without using your wand or any magic, I'll get you season tickets to that silly broom game thing you like," the Master bargained, waving his hand vaguely at the game he'd entirely forgotten. Clearly not a memorable date. "If you make him cry, I'll do you one free favour you can call on any time. Make him beg for mercy and I'll let you fuck me."
Okay, the last one was impossible and he knew it was impossible. Hence the reward. But hey, he had to reward Barty sometimes. A little challenge never hurt anyone.