The Pureblood Coup

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Bellatrix will be getting a helping of her own poisonous medicine soon.

Greyback will continue to play a small part as well.

But sorry I have not updated in like five days…but to post the following, which is more gore, one must be in a cruel mood to do it…. And now I feel like writing it. Don’t worry the next scene after this update won’t be grisly but it is interesting and still has some disturbing stuff. It took awhile to update…because every time I thought of writing more of this sick scene it irritated me…until now that I’m in the right mood…believe it or not, I’m kind of scared and upset that I like writing this stuff.


Continuation and final installment of….


Chapter Nine: Two Suns in the Sunset


All the Death Eaters and the one hundred bravest souls of the guests returned back through to the entrance where they had come out before from the side of the mansion, crossing the beautiful greenery of the gardens.

The flesh had the odor of lamb, slaughtered lamb wafting through the foliage, scenting the evening breezes. Slaughtered lambs is quite literally what the innocent muggles had become. The remaining blood and organs were not cleaned up, but instead being demolished by the Red Caps. A loud, insipid suckling could be heard from the magical creatures consuming the raw meat off the ground. The Red Caps had infested puddles of blood, as they are attracted to any place that human flesh has been spilled, and will bludgeon anyone incapable of repelling them.

The one final guest got a glimpse of Voldemort, and Voldemort actually peered in the guest’s direction briefly, but he was not focusing on the lone wizard. The man shielded his eyes from Voldemort’s gaze as if shielding them from the sun’s rays, as Voldemort’s red eyes gleamed strangely. The man was frightened, so paranoid he thought Voldemort had given him the so-called 'Evil Eye' and he ran to flee the scene.

As Voldemort continued to view the Snatchers, finishing the work, his flattened serpentine-like face, gave an intake of breath, as the stench of death was endearingly nostalgic for him. For he had killed so many thousands of the living many times before.

The fifty Snatchers were reposed on the mass of muggles getting their kicks out of fucking the corpses. Voldemort peered at them, secretly longing to engage in this act. He had done it so many times before, most privately in his cave. He believed not a single living soul knew of this cave.

Instead, nobody watching him, Voldemort actually knelt down and scooped up a scruple left of the flesh. A Red Cap was clinging like a bug to it, and without a shred of trepidation picked the dwarf-like creature off, pinching it and yanking it away with lightning reflexes before it could attack. It was just a mess of some tissues and very easy to swallow for the inexperienced, novice cannibal. He tasted it thoughtfully, savoring on it with his forked tongue. He swallowed and then pressed his lipless mouth together, smiling from ear to ear, thinking he would have to try eating his victims, perhaps even share a bite or to with Nagini sometime. But he would not confide in his Death Eaters, as he was cognizant that this cannibalism act would horrify them, yet he did not really care that it would scare them.

Greyback, his robes still drenched in blood was lolling on the garden grass, moaning. He had his cock inserted up a dead body, that of a small boy’s anus.

Of course, the other Snatchers were all above still sexually maiming the tortured, deadened muggles.

Greyback offered as an excuse to them, yelling up at them above said, “Ah…Just a stomach ache…Ate too much younglings…But it was a good one!”

And he moaned again, digging his stubble of a dick, further into the corpse of a boy who had been about eight. Done ramming into that one, he shoved that corpse away and selected a few of the others that he had set aside as his special booty, meant for him to devour.

Meanwhile, the Snatchers were still lounging on top of the mountain of corpses. Something had risen dormant inside them like an evil snake. None of the Snatchers were natural Necrophiliacs, yet being around all these bodies made the evil desire rise inside them. Some of the Snatchers had placed their own penises in muggles mouths, only wishing the muggles could still suck. Others were lying in all forms of sexual positions on top of the contorted body parts. They figured they might as well have this fun, as they knew they were not invited as guests to the parties, but were more like servants.

Voldemort suddenly spoke with ringing coldness, “Fenrir…get the Snatchers inside for me…Do it quickly and I shall allow you to attend the celebration alongside my elite army with the other guests as an equal. You may enjoy yourself as much as you like.”

Greyback, pushed himself upward, squaring his rounded shoulders, feeling suddenly most honored and said nervously, ‘Th-thank-you, Master. I will now do it for you…”

“Good…” and the Dark Lord swept away into the overcast, mistiness of the night. Although he knew Greyback was never going to be accepted as more than a beast, because he is a werewolf, Voldemort wanted to continue to exploit his influence, never changing his own opinion of the matter. And it would be entertaining to see what trouble the welcoming of Greyback would bring later....