They say that death eaters are one of the most horrible, grotesque,disgusting along many other colorful words. Though perhaps it was purely by accident that the man had been killed or perhaps it was purely by accident that the man has mudblood carved all over his body. Perhaps there were many more accidents that could have been prevented. Death Eaters. A title given to those who take the lives of others. Yet we serve a single purpose. That is of course, to serve the dark lord and rid the wizarding world of all the muggle born and half bloods. The wizarding world should be predominantly Pure Blood wizards. Magic that is more powerful and potent. A world where we do not have to hide in the shadows to prevent muggles knowing of our existence. What kind of world would that be though, perhaps a dream of so many that will eventually come true one day. Only time will tell.





"So what exactly are you doing here today? Well besides the fact that I took you away and forced you to come with me. " Rod said as he glared at the man that stood in front of him. It wasn't often Rod would find one of his former class mates that used to hex and curse him all the time during his time at Hogwarts yet today was his lucky day and a very unlucky day for the poor pig who he was about to carve into. His eyes again glared at the man who was now floating with chains all wrapped around him and watched as tears fell down his face. You could almost see the cannibalistic devouring eyes that Rod had on. "Please spare me. Please Rod I'm sorry." The man cowered on and on as Rod again laughed and paced around him his fellow death eaters watching on like a pack of hyenas ready to pounce and devour a meal.


 
" I don't care for your blabbering. You're a mudblood and you insisted on torturing me as a child. " Rod stopped and slowly walked towards the man his wand's tip placed upon the man's face. Tormentingly he stared into the man's eyes. He moved close to his ears and whispered the following into the man's ear with a hoarse cracked voice. " You fed on the humiliation I faced as a child.I feed on death and torture." Sadistically Rod carved the word mudblood all over his left cheek before placing the tip of his wand on the man's face once more.



Tears fell down the man's face as his screams caused only laughter within the encampment. Rod too broke out in laughter as he watched the blood drip down the side of his face and down his now stained red clothes. " My brothers and sisters." Said Rod as he slowly turned around to face the other death eaters." This is the first of many. The first step we need to take in order to establish a connection with the world that so heavily thinks of us nothing more or better than the giant rat. Today I call upon your help in symbolizing this man as a warning to not come in the way and proceed with the demands of the Death Eaters. " He laughed again as he paced around the man once more. "Now who has a recommendation of what curse to use first?" He said as he began to face his fellow death eaters once more awaiting a reply.



{ Tags: NPC involved, ( mudblood, male.)