Chapter 305 - Ophelia Ⅱ (2/2)

Furious, Voldemort pointed his wand at Empusa and said, ”Crucio!”

Empusa screamed and fell to the floor convulsing until the curse finally let up leaving her still twitching from the aftershocks.

Voldemort's crimson eyes malevolently glow as he says, ”Find the wolves and bring them to me!”

”Milord, if I may speak?” Asked, the youthful, handsome figure of S.R. Wilkes.

Feeling a trifle calmer, Voldemort coldly replied, ”You may.”

”Thank you for your graciousness, Milord,” S.R. Wilkes smoothly said. ”It is in my opinion that the werewolves are not only long gone but have fled to London to receive the cure. It will be nigh impossible to retrieve them with the Auror's on full alert searching for us. It may even be a planned ambush to catch us unawares.”

Somewhat mollified by the response of his new favorite, Voldemort says, ”Yes, you are right. However, I still wish them dead.”

”And they shall be, Dark Lord,” S.R. Wilkes persuasively said. ”However, do not allow their pathetic actions to ruin your glory, Milord. They were merely pawns and were of no further use as it was.”

Voldemort is pensively silent for a moment, before saying, ”Lestrange.”

”Yes, Dark Lord?” said the kneeling, gaunt, cold dark-haired figure of Rodolphus Lestrange.

”I have a task for you,” Voldemort ordered. ”Find someone for me, I wish to send a message.”

”Which is?” Lestrange asked for more information.

Voldemort motioned for Lestrange to approach. Rodolphus Lestrange expressionlessly did as he was told. With care, he brought his head near to the Dark Lord, who bent down to whisper something into his ear.

Rodolphus Lestrange bowed and said, ”It will be as you say, Dark Lord.”

Voldemort flickered his hand dismissively at him. ”Take Dolohov with you, Lestrange. He has not been of any use as of late. Perhaps, he will be of some use to you.”

The cold, cruel faced Antonin Dolohov lips barely refrain from sneering. The broad-shouldered wizard rose to his feet just as Rodolphus Lestrange said, ”Come.” The two wizards quickly make their way out of the front hall.

The broad-shouldered, dark-haired wizard smirks quite happily. ”Finally,” Dolohov cried out in relief.

”I have been so very bored as of late,” Dolohov said. ”That I actually thought that I might even be desperate enough to actually fool around with a fellow Death Eater out of boredom.”

Rodolphus frowned in disgust. ”There are whore houses to scratch that kind of itch.”

”Lestrange, do not play innocent with me,” Dolohov flashed a terrible, twisted smile. ”We both know that I am not referring to my prick, but rather I have not tortured nor killed anything in months.”

Rodolphus did not allow for any emotion to appear on his face at the comment. ”You will behave yourself, Dolohov,” Rodolphus icily said. ”Or I will end you.”

”Oh?” Dolohov grinned hungrily. ”Do you believe that you can kill me, Lestrange?”

However, before Dolohov can react, he suddenly finds a blade against his stomach and a wand at his neck. ”I cheat,” Rodolphus dangerously stated, before removing either weapon. ”Do not mistake, my forbearance as anything else.”

Dolohov unconsciously touches his neck. ”Well, color me impressed, Lestrange,” Dolohov said. ”I did not believe that you were capable of such treachery.”

Not wanting to continue their conversation, Rodolphus curly says, ”I grow weary of this tiresome conversation, come, Dolohov.”

Dolohov out of respect or out of boredom remained silent. The two Death Eater's swiftly vanish into the woods on their hunt to fulfill their Dark Lord's request. For the Dark Lord's request would be fulfilled, one way or another.