Liquid fire fills his veins, chest heaving against time.
Memories, torturous, flashing through his mind.
Eyes black as coal, drained of all their will
Deep into the wood he scratches, for fear's iron grip has taken hold.
Eternal damnation awaits you see, a life of sin, rot and murder cannot be cleansed.
Into the furnace that
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I guess it could be...to me it's definately an more sinister Snape than DH at the very least.
I get the impression Snape does not enjoy 'being good at being bad' quite so much as dear Lestat though :)
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