That meeting hadn’t ended well. Not well at all.

After the long and grueling gathering of Death Eat, organized by Lord Volde himself to plan the next step against Harry , everyone had dispersed throughout the vast mansion. Like all such meetings, this one had been steeped in tension and darkness, a feeling generated by the atmosphere of the long table and those seated around it.

You, along with the other men and women in the grand building, were a high-ranking Death Eat. You usually completed your objectives without issue, so you had never earned a second glance or distrust from your comrades or the Dark Lord. However, something that set you slightly apart was your tendency to show empathy and camaraderie toward the others, even if they didn’t deserve it.

That’s why you currently found yourself sitting in Lucis Mal’s private library, accompanied by the man himself. You were seated on one of the long sofas, sipping your warm tea as you watched Lucis, who sat beside you, staring blankly at the handle of his wand. With his wand taken by the Dark Lord, all that Lucis had been left with was the metallic snake handle.

On an armchair nearby, Severo was also drinking a cup of tea in quiet contemplation. His gaze was fixed on the wall, likely lost in thought. The atmosphere in the library was silent yet overwhelmingly somber and funereal.