Heirs of darkness

Wrath of the dark lady

⚠️TW⚠️
The opulent drawing room of Malfoy Manor buzzed with low conversation, the fire crackling in the hearth as shadows flickered on the ancient stone walls. Voldemort sat at the head of the room, his pale, serpentine features bathed in the warm glow of the flames. His red eyes gleamed with an unsettling calm as he sipped from a glass of deep red wine, surveying the scene before him.

Narcissa Malfoy, always the picture of elegance, sat by his side, her cool demeanor hiding any hint of the anxiety she might have felt. Her son Draco was less composed, his gaze flickering nervously around the room. Across from them, Bellatrix Lestrange lounged in her chair, her lips twisted in a wicked smile as she savored her drink.

Theo Nott and his father occupied seats toward the end of the room. Theo, ever observant, kept his eyes on Aurora, who stood near the fireplace, a glass of wine in her hand. Aurora's expression was serene, her posture relaxed, yet Theo could sense the underlying tension in her. The room's atmosphere crackled with anticipation, the gathering waiting for news of the latest developments in their grand plan to undermine the Muggle world.

Just as the conversations began to quiet, the heavy door at the far end of the room swung open, and Augustus Rookwood entered with a swagger in his step. His usually stern face was flushed with excitement, a self-satisfied grin pulling at his lips. All eyes turned to him as he approached, the room falling into a hush.

"My Lord," Rookwood began, bowing slightly before Voldemort, "Aurora's plan is unfolding perfectly. I've successfully infiltrated the Muggle government, impersonating their so called leader, Bill Clinton. The groundwork is laid. Their policies are beginning to shift in our favor, just as you intended."

A murmur of approval passed through the room, and Voldemort gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. Aurora allowed herself a brief smile, the satisfaction of success evident in her eyes.

Rookwood, emboldened by the approval of the Dark Lord and the success of his mission, continued with a dark chuckle, "But that's not all. While enjoying the perks of my new position, I had some... fun with one of the Muggle girls. You should have seen her face when I—"

His words were cut off by the sudden, sharp clatter of Aurora's glass as it hit the mantelpiece. The entire room fell silent, the air growing thick with tension. Aurora's eyes had gone cold, her expression hard as she slowly turned to face Rookwood.

"Is that what you've been doing, Rookwood?" Her voice was icy, each word laced with barely restrained fury. "I gave you a mission a critical mission to undermine the Muggle government from within. And this is how you choose to spend your time?"

Rookwood's grin faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. He straightened, trying to maintain his composure. "My lady, it was just a bit of fun. The mission is still on track—"

Aurora took a step toward him, her presence suddenly imposing, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Fun? You think this is a game? I trusted you with a task that could change the course of history, and you abuse that trust for your own twisted pleasure?"

Rookwood's confidence began to crumble as he realized the severity of his misstep. "My lady, please, I didn't mean—"

But Aurora wasn't listening. Her eyes blazed with righteous anger as she turned to Bellatrix, who had been watching the exchange with a gleam of sadistic anticipation. "Bellatrix," Aurora commanded, her voice cold and unyielding, "cut it off."

Bellatrix's eyes lit up with glee, her wicked smile widening. She stood, drawing her wand with a flourish. "With pleasure, my lady."

Rookwood paled, his bravado shattered. He fell to his knees, desperation in his voice as he pleaded, "No, please! I beg you my lady, have mercy!"

But Aurora's expression remained stone-cold. "You should have thought about the consequences before you acted. You were given power,Instead, you squandered it on vile, disgusting acts. There is no place for weakness or indulgence in our ranks."

Bellatrix stepped forward, her wand aimed directly at Rookwood. She laughed, a high, deranged sound that echoed through the room. "You should have kept your little games to yourself, Augustus."

With a swift, vicious motion, Bellatrix flicked her wand. A flash of light erupted from the tip, followed by Rookwood's agonized scream. He clutched at himself, blood pouring through his fingers as he collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain.

Bellatrix stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smirk. "There, all done. Let's make sure everyone sees what happens to those who betray our cause."

Aurora nodded, her voice as cold as ever. "Hang it on the wall. Let it serve as a reminder to anyone who thinks they can defy us."

Bellatrix eagerly complied, levitating the severed organ across the room with a flick of her wand. It slapped against the stone wall with a sickening thud, the blood slowly trickling down, staining the rough surface.

The room was silent, the only sound Rookwood's pitiful whimpers as he lay crumpled on the floor. The gathered Death Eaters watched in a mixture of horror and grim satisfaction, none daring to speak or move. Even Voldemort seemed to watch with a twisted form of approval, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes.

Auroras gaze lingered on Theo, who had been silently watching the scene unfold. He met her eyes, his expression a mix of fear and admiration. He had always known Aurora was strong, but tonight he had seen a side of her that was utterly merciless, a leader who would not hesitate to eliminate those who endangered their mission.

Aurora turned back to Rookwood, who was still curled up on the floor, his face twisted in agony. She looked down at him with cold disdain. "Consider yourself lucky to still be breathing," she said icily. "But if you ever cross me again, there will be no mercy."

With that, she swept out of the room, her robes billowing behind her. Bellatrix followed close behind, still chuckling to herself, leaving the rest of the Death Eaters to absorb the gravity of what had just transpired.

As the door closed behind them, the tension in the room slowly began to dissipate. The lesson was clear: Aurora's authority was absolute, and her wrath was not to be taken lightly. Those who dared to deviate from her orders, no matter how small the transgression, would face consequences far worse than death.

The path ahead was dark, and there would be no forgiveness for those who faltered. Only the strong would survive in this new world they were creating. And tonight, Augustus Rookwood had learned that lesson the hard way.