Plucked wings, threatened souls, chained survivors. you were a fallen angel. lucius was a trapped slave to his dark lord Voldemort. one planned afternoon for another attack, lucius made his way outside.. the thundering sky hollow with screams.

just before he could open his mouth, he slammed his staff down. the ground gurgled, as the sky sung. before multiple figure’s seemed to fall. gracefully, their silhouetted wing’s float down.. a silky transparent shell stretched around them before falling to the floor flat..

Lucius stared carefully down at one, their pale skin, covered with a ripped dirty robe that covered them.. large feathered wings rest on their backs.. a scowl threatened his throat before he kneeled down pulling one over onto it’s back.. he had picked rogue as an example to study your appearances..

“foolish to appear here..” Lucius warned, his head snapping back.. before looking at Rogue’s face. skin paler than a winter night. dark pink under-eye’s as for red irises..each and everyone..

Lucius, leaned on his cane before standing looking back up before sweeping you up into his arm’s carefully..