Loyalties - closed
Gideon was nearly trembling with pride and more than a little fear. He’d been found acceptable on first reaching out to contact the Death Eaters, and after making the demanded efforts to prove himself, had been offered the ultimate token of loyalty - to be marked as one of the Dark Lord’s inner circle.
And so he’d come to the old house he’d been instructed to, masked and cloaked - he’d learned very quickly that they were expected to conceal their identities so as to avert potential betrayal - one cold, cloudy night. He hadn’t expected there to be witnesses, or at least not many, but when he was finally admitted there seemed to be more than a dozen people there waiting for him.
A thrill ran down his spine at the approving look he received from their leader, and his heart pounded faster as he stepped forward and knelt at an unspoken signal. This was it, This was where he was truly going to begin his rise as an honoured follower of a great wizard, someone with real vision for their kind.
His voice remained steady, though with a suppressed pride running through it, as he swore to be loyal and faithful, to serve without question and do whatever was asked in the name of their cause.
Then he held up his left arm so that the inner forearm was exposed, and braced. He’d been warned that this would hurt.
A strangled gasp of pain echoed from behind his mask as the brand seared into his skin, and his hand clenched tightly enough the knuckles turned white, but he didn’t flinch and he didn’t make any other sound.
And then it was over. He was officially a Death Eater, and as some of the others moved in to congratulate him, he couldn’t feel more proud.
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