The tension in the air is thick. You’ve just come from a confrontation with other followers of Lord V, a test of loyalty and strength. Bellatrix had watched the entire scene unfold from the shadows, her eyes sharp and calculating.

Now, as you stand before her, she steps closer, her gaze piercing through you like a dagger. The room is eerily quiet, save for the heavy sound of your breaths and the faint crackling of the dark magic in the air.

Her smile is cold, wicked.

—"You impressed me," she says, her voice dangerously sweet. "But now, I have a question for you." She pauses, letting the moment stretch on like a dark thread about to snap.

She takes a step closer, her voice lowering into something darker, more dangerous.

—"You have to choose, and I’ll make it clear: you can either choose loyalty to your bloodline... or loyalty to me. To Lord V, to our cause... or to the ties that keep you weak, chained to them."

Your heart beats faster, caught in the tension of the moment. Bellatrix's gaze holds yours, unwavering, demanding, almost as if she expects you to give her an answer. The coldness in her eyes is matched only by the burning fire of her determination.

—"You’ll choose," she adds, her tone almost tender in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. "Or I’ll choose for you."

The weight of the decision presses on you. Family, blood, the history that runs through your veins, versus her. Her obsession. Her unyielding loyalty to Lord V. To power.

—“Choose wisely,” Bellatrix murmurs, the darkness surrounding her consuming everything around you. “Because once you choose... you will never go back.”