Post by ORPHEUS NEO VAISEY on Jun 18, 2014 12:00:54 GMT -8
He hated nothing more than Mikael Erixon, and that was saying something. As Orpheus adjusted the black leather gloves against his hands and pulled the hood of his cloak over his already masked face, he practically growled at the thought of the younger boy. He had slept with his sister. He had already attempted to taint their bloodline, and now there was nothing left to do but break the verbal contract that he had established with Zeke Maxwell. Turning around, he felt his blood boil at the sight of the slumped over body that now sat in the chair in front of him: The very boy which he thought of was now in his clutches.
It was incredible how much of a wrench one little half-blood had thrown into their plans. Zeke and Orpheus had agreed that they would get Atlanta to join the ranks of her own free will and now they were holding the idiot boy’s life over her head. The agreement. It seemed to keep coming up, over and over again. They weren’t to harm Erixon as long as Atlanta was playing by their rules and cooperating. And so far? She was. His younger sister had joined them for a few meetings and had already begun to hang around those that were a part of the rank. Now it was only a matter of time before she was completely assimilated herself and proved herself during the Wedding. But part of Orpheus wanted to see the boy pay for what he had done in the first place...and that was the part of him that had led them here.
Using his wand he conjured few more ropes that wound themselves around Erixon’s wrists, securing him even more firmly to the metal chair where he would meet his end. The thought had his veins on fire again, spreading the adrenaline and anger throughout his body. Finally Orpheus himself grabbed a chain and attached it around Mikael’s neck, then pulled it taut against the chair with a dangerously harsh tug - there was no escape now that he was bound. His hands found the boy’s wand and he threw it into the darkness that surrounded them, “You won’t be needing that, half-blood.” He growled, unsure if Mikael was even conscious at this point.
For a few minutes, Orpheus just stood there, staring at the slumped boy that was in front of him. He looked pathetic already and the Death Eater knew that it would only get worse. His face was hidden by the mask, but he wished that it wasn’t. He wanted Erixon to see him - to know that it was Atlanta’s very own brother that would do him in, “You stupid piece of shit. Fuckin’ half-blood.” He raised his arm and landed a punch right on Mikael’s jawline before taking a step back. He preferred physicality to magic - it was better for getting out his frustration. Orphy shook his wrist ever so slightly, trying to loosen the muscles as he did so, “You don’t mess with purebloods.” He growled stepping closer and grabbing Mikael’s shirt to make sure he was listening, “What’re you gonna say, huh, trash? What are you gonna say? Talk, you little shit! Say fucking something!”TAG; MIKAEL ERIXONNOTES; hope this is alright to start us off! <3