The Wizarding World's Solemn Hour

[Sage Dezure]

Sage entered the quiet manor, looking around quietly. She closed the large doors behind her before moving over to the living room. The young lady sat down on the couch, closing her eyes. Everything was quiet, still and peaceful. She almost missed the screams from her last mission, or from down in the dungeons.

Her appearance was quite plain today. Her Death Eater robes caressed her body, forming to every curve. Silky brunette hair fell to her shoulders, shining in the soft light. Blond highlights added depth to its appearance. Brown eyes glittered softly, her pale skin glowing from firelight. Everything seemed pretty calm and easy going. What a crock load that was. Deep within, anger bubbled, ready to spring if one small move was made around her.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldmort walked into the living room, his mind swimming with thoughts. He paused when he saw Sage. He had not expected anyone in here. He continued his walk into the room, feeling the anger coming off her, for he was ar to intuned with power to tell when someone wa angry, there power swelled, it was magnificant.

"You should let anger out." He said, walking over to one of the chairs and slowly sitting in it. His eyes did a quick once over of her, before staying firmly set on her eyes.

[Sage Dezure]

Tension filled her form as someone came into the room. Her eyes followed the line of the door and she managed a smile of respect towards the Dark Lord. She then gazed into his eyes as he spoke.

"I know, my Lord." Her answer was soft, barely a whisper upon the air. "But I fear that it is not that simply done," a wicked smirk crept over her face, eyes flashing cruelly.

[Lord Voldemort]

"And why do you think that?" He aksed his voice its usual cold as he gazed at her. "There are more than enough prisoners in the dungeons for you." His fingers began to tap the arms of the chair he was sitting in as a dark smirk came across his features. "Or we could duel if yu so wish." He too needed to burn of anger, but he ha not had the intention of coming here to duel, infact he thought it a bad idea the second it left his mouth. He did not know weither he would be able to stop himself from making a killing blow. Better to avoid temptation.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage smirked wickedly at his words. She tilted her head, appearing to be in deep thought. Slowly, cautiously, she stood from her seat, slowly approaching his chair. Gracefully, quietly, sat sat beside it, on the floor, tucking her legs beneath her form, her head resting against the object. "Well, my Lord, maybe it would be prudent after all to go down to the dungeons."

She stood after a few moments, glancing back at him with a grin. "I completed the mission successfully," a bright smile was flashed towards him as she gazed at the door.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort had watched Sage as she had stood, his eyes following her as she sat on the floor beside him. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, just watching her. "Perhaps." He nodded to her statement. Yes the dungeons did cure alot of anger. Then his interest was piqued with the mention of her mission. "Tell me." He demanded, sitting up a little straighter in his chair.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage turned to him slowly, not moving from her position near the door. Her gaze moved over his face briefly, apparently she was deep in thought once more. Suddenly a smile brightened her features again.

"The Aurors you ordered to be stopped are currently in the dungeon as we speak, locked up until questioning is made." She sounded so cheerful, even as she spoke of destroying three lives.

[Lord Voldemort]

A smirk graced his lips as he thought about the newest prisoners. "I see." Was all he said, standing. He wanted to be there to question them himself. He strode past her not saying a word, she would follow if she wanted. The thought of torturing someone made his body tingle slightly with the thrill. Their screams would certianly release the tension his body was currently hosting.

[Sage Dezure]

She snickered softly and moved to follow him quietly. The walk down to the dungeons was uneventful. Her eyes narrowed at the sounds of curses being uttered by the prisoners. Moving away from the Dark Lord, Sage stepped over to one of the cells, kneeling beside the bars.

"Aw, what's wrong itty bitty Auror?" she smirked, eyes flashing. The man was her uncle but apparently she had no feelings towards her former family.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort stopped infront of the cell, watching Sage interact with the new prisoner. He reaked of being an auror. His pompous pride, his lack intellegence. His face contorted into one of disgust. However the closer he examined the two he noticed a definate similarity between them. "Who is this?" His voice low, almost a hiss.

[Sage Dezure]

She turned as the Dark Lord spoke, looking up into his face carefully. A glint was in her eyes as he asked her of the identity of the poor excuse of a man beside her. Sage stood gracefully, even as the man tried to grab her hand.

"David Dezure, full brother to Marcus Dezure. Head Auror of Undercover Work." she laughed lightly and stepped away as the man tried to lunge at her.

"Now now, behave, will you?" she hissed at him, wand out and ready.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort chuckled as he learned of the name of the pitiful man before him. He truly did teach her well. Her own family, and yet she remained loyal to the cause, loyal to him. Blood stopped no one, not one of hid death eaters. "How charming." He mocked the man before him. "I truly thought a man related to sage would be more, well... mor actually. Much more."

[Sage Dezure]

The man spat at the ground, struggling to get out. Sage tilted her head, observing him silently. She moved over to stand beside the Dark Lord, watching.

"She's under a spell, she must be," David cried, pathetically.

Sage looked at him and laughed darkly. "Uncle, uncle, uncle, it was you who left me in that disgusting flat, all alone. When the Dark Lord gave me an opportunity to make something of myself, of course I joined him. His word is law," her voice was cold, dark. Apparently he was pissing her off.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort laughed at this mans outward defiance. Oh he did so love it when they had spirit and cheek. It made it all the more entertaining when their spirit was broken, watching the will to live leave their eyes, it was amazing to see. It was like a fine wine, and it only got better. "Sage, make him scream." He commanded of her, watching the filth on the floor intently.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage glanced at him and nodded, a firm smile upon her lips. She raised her wand as the man tried to back away, further into his cell. As the stone stopped him, she pretended to cry, still smirking, as she hissed her curse, "Crucio!"

The man's screams echoed throughout the dungeons and Sage laughed wickedly.