Dark Mercy (Discontinued)

Prologue

"My Queen! I beg of you! Have mercy!" A lowly Death Eater screamed as he kneels before him, making himself as small as possible.

"Oh how ironic this situation will be." A blonde young lady, wearing an elegant blue mermaid dress and a rabbit mask, said in a soft voice.

"Silence, you lowly scum! Everyone knew better than to insult his Highness!" A young man with blonde hair, wearing an expensive green tux and a fox mask, sneered.

A young lady with wavy brown locks, wearing an elegant flowing green dress and wearing a similar mask, sat on the blonde male's lap and cackled, "Pity" she spat.

"Please, your Highness! Show mercy!" The Death Eater begged once more.

A boy with black brown hair, wearing a black lion mask, rolled his eyes at how pathetic the low life was being.

The Queen, who was sitting quietly on his leather chairin his study, stood up, his long backless dress falling gracefully onto the floor.

His loyal followers, whom were all sitting in their respective regal chairs, smirked under their masks.

"Mercy? Why should I show mercy upon a disrespectful lowlife like yourself?" The Queen sneered, his Avada Kedavra green eyes glaring coldly from behind his half face mask.

"Your Highness! I am assigned to protect you! To be your shield! You must not kill me! You must thank me!" The Death Eater glared up to the Queen, his followers do not like this.

"Protect? You couldn't even protect yourself!"
"The Queen will not thank an idiot like you!"
"You're as idiotic as that fraud Lockhart! And that is saying something!"
"How dare you order the Queen!"

The Queen held up his right hand, where the Gaunt ring resides.
Silence filled the room.

"Very well, I shall grant you mercy and let you live." The Queen said.

The Death Eater smirked, thinking he got away from his crime of insulting the Dark Queen.

"But that does not mean you will go unpunished." A smirk made its way to the Queen's face.

"Serpant." He called.
The young blonde man carried his lady and gently sat her on his sit, he kneeled before the Queen "Yes, your Highness?" He softly said.

"You have been planning to find a subject where you can test your newly invented potions, correct?" The Queen asked, the smirk never leaving his face.

The Death Eater paled, slowly realizing where this is going to.

"Yes, your Highness." The Serpant said, a cruel smile on his face behind hid mask.

"You may use this lowlife as your test subject. That way, he'll at least have a purpose in his second chance."

The Death Eater began to protest.
The Serpant's grey eyed met his Queen's emerald ones.
"Thank you, your Highness." He said.

The last thing the Death Eater ever heard was the Queen's cruel cold laugh.