Dark Repercussions

How Sang Lys met the Dark Lord

The Dark Lord sat in his throne watching as the majority of his Death Eaters filed out. His Elite stood silently before him and when the doors slammed shut, they removed their masks as he dropped the snake like glamour he kept on himself for the rest of his forces.

"Have you any news on the assassin Sang Lys?" He asked. The assassin interested him a great deal. He had appeared out of nowhere, but already whispers had spread. Whoever they were had never been seen, but they had left bodies in their wake. Most of the Elite answered in the negative except Lucius and Dolohov, who spoke up first.

"There are rumours, My Lord," He began, "Those in Knockturn believe the assassin knows you are looking for him."

"If that is so, then I hope to hear from him. He would be an asset to our side," Voldemort mused.

"The latest is that the assassin had disposed of Delores Umbridge, My Lord," Lucius told his master.

"Oh,"

"Yes, it was something else." Lucius couldn't help the shudder that came to him when he remembered the report he had read. Voldemort raised an eyebrow in interest.

"Well it seems the assassin is moving up the scale, Undersecretary to the Minister."

"No one knows why she was targeted but she won't be missed." Lucius said.

"Are there any rumours of the identity of Sang Lys?"

"Nothing, not even speculation, my Lord. The only thing knows is the mask, a black half mask with a blood red lily on the left side covering the eye." Nott said.

"Very well, I want your ears out, anything of interest concerning the assassin I want to be notified." He ordered in dismissal and they filed out leaving the Dark Lord was in thought. When the doors closed it was immediately apparent that he was not alone, his wand slipped in to his hand, but other than that he made no other movement.

"I had heard you were interested in me, I wanted to see if the rumours were true and apparently they are." A male voice murmured softly yet it echoed around the room. Slowly, the Dark Lord's eyebrows rose.

"Sang Lys?"

"In the flesh,"

From the shadows at the end of the room emerged a heavily cloaked figure, his face was covered by the shadows of his hood and he seemed to prowl forward.

"You have interested me assassin," the Dark Lord stated. The assassin tilted his head to the side before he pulled back his hood to reveal the mask and the bottom half of his face. The skin was snowy and held full pink lips, the sharp featured were younger then he expected; but looks could be deceiving.

"I will take that as a high compliment, your attention is notoriously difficult to catch." The assassin assured and an elegant eyebrow rose on the Dark Lord.

"Why did you come?" He asked him and the assassin tilted his head once again.

"I heard you did not take well to ignored summons." Sang Lys smirked, "Of course I was going to wait out until you got really pissed, but I got bored and decided to come and see what you could possibly want with little old me."