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

[standsonhigh]

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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[standsonhigh]

The Master beamed as he leaned over, ducking his head to whisper into Barty's ear. How many other people in the universe could call a massacre foreplay like they could? Seeing Barty so destructive always made him happy, he didn't know why, it just did. "Blow it to pieces!"

[liquidsky]

"As you wish." Barty was used to the ever-changing moods, so he didn't actually get annoyed by it. Of course, now that he was actually going at it, the Master was all for seeing him be as destructive as he could be. It was to be expected. And he was ever so ready to give him a show, especially since this was starting to turn him on on a physical level as well.

"Confringo." He pretty much just whispered the curse, but the effect was all the more impressive and he put up a shield of his own, magically of course, to keep them from being hit by any of the pieces flying around. He really didn't want to be responsible for the Master's suit being ruined. "Like it?"