Silk Roads

Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Sneak peak on Voldie!

A scream of rage was heard all throughout the entire manor, making a blonde, pompous wizard falter in his tracks, but continued nonetheless until he arrived just in front of a pair of magnificent double doors. The blonde's aristocratic features twisted into one of fear for only a split second before he managed to reign in his emotions. His hesitance of making his presence known to his Master was justified, seeing that the scream he had just heard had came from said Master, who, he might add, was a master in controlling his emotions. Whatever set off his Lord was definitely something grand.

Just as he finally gathered all of his courage to knock, the double doors opened, revealing a pale man with furious crimson eyes sitting behind his desk. The blonde unconsciously took a step back at his Master's malicious expression.

"Abraxas." The Adonis in front of the blonde – Abraxas – hissed, his voice sharp and cold.

"My Lord." He bowed down to his waist. Malfoy pride be damned. He would rather discard it to live another day. He still has an heir to teach, and a son to love.

"Ease yourself and enter."

He did just that, standing at attention with his hands firmly behind of him, in front of his Master's mahogany desk.

They were both silent, with him avoiding his Master's eyes due to respect – and perhaps afraid to see the murderous expression aimed at him.

"Well?" Tom Riddle, or better known as Lord Voldemort to his followers, demanded. "Explain your presence and make it quick. I tire of waiting. Be very careful of what you may report though... I confess myself – vexed." Voldemort ended with an unspoken promise of pain.

"I apologize for coming here unannounced, my Lord, but I bear good news – one is that the latest bill has been approved of."

Voldemort's beautiful eyes (that he had always secretly compared to rubies) turned to him, and he almost melted at the attention he was given. It was no secret to his fellow Inner Circle members about his infatuation with their Lord.

"Excellent. You've done well, Abraxas. Were there any complications?" Abraxas replied in negative, which made His Lord's expression of fury morphed into one of elation. "Lord Voldemort rewards those who accomplish their given tasks. What is your desire, Abraxas?"

"Thank you, my Lord. You are far too generous." He bowed with his right arm across his chest, before he straightened his spine. "Your contentment is my only desire, my Lord, however if I may... What ails you so, my Lord, my Master?"

Voldemort made no show of what he was currently feeling, his face eerily similar to that of a beautiful sculpture, and Abraxas instantly regretted his choice of reward – he felt that he had overstepped his bounds. Why had he brought up the reason for his Master's rage!? Oh self-preservation, where have you fled to? Why was his curiosity much higher than his desire?

"Very well." That made Abraxas almost release a sigh of relief. Almost. Malfoys do not sigh. "Seeing that you have yet to fail me so, I shall settle your curiosity. One of my followers have decided to take a vacation with only a note, not even a letter, as a way to inform me of his abrupt departure."

He could feel sweat trailing down his back at the sheer fury his Lord was emitting. Whoever the person was, he was in a whole level of trouble. One does not simply leave in that way without obtaining their Lord's ire. He was hesitant in calling for his Master's attention, one part of him not wanting his Master's wrath to be directed back at him, whilst the other part wanted those beautiful crimson orbs to be focused solely upon him. Preferably whilst he was writhing in pleasure beneath his Lor–