Blackfeather Woods i'll cook up a solution

Oh, fun. Crescendo bite back a cruel smile as he envisioned the many things he could make her do for him. "Darkness welcomes Twist, but is angry. Twist has not bowed to Darkness. Twist doubts the Darkness." He growled lowly, eyes hardening. He should really pursue a career in theater. He was a great actor. Her clipped way of speaking he quickly adopted, though not as much as her.

He paced toward her, fangs flashing. She would bow to him. Lord Voldemort Crescendo entertain various ideas in his head, contemplating each thoroughly. He liked control.