Half Life, Full Life

[askvoldemort]

Christmas was as to be expected. I suppose I could wax poetic and sing of the 12 supplicants of Christmas, but I really hate poetry. Unless it's about all of the great works I do. And even then it's likely a waste of time when you could be doing something far more evil. Then again, what is more evil than bad angsty poetry

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[cuileann]

My Lord,

You did not recieve the Christmas card I sent? My owl must be stuck in Trans-Atlantic Magical Customs again...

A most Merry Christmas to You, and the Happiest of New Years. May Your followers increase in number, and may all the annoying bints claiming to be Your offspring die horrible deaths involving large rocks and pointed sticks.

Your most faithful (American) servant,
Cait

[askvoldemort]

Oh if only there were a way of ridding myself of them automatically. They rather think I was Napoleon, riding through the hills raping mothers they never seem to know the names of. Because as an orphan myself, I'd wish to cast my seed everywhere so that children would grow up to wish to kill me.

[fantomeq]

Your children could never be as powerful as you, master. Excellent point about the whelps not knowing their mothers' names.