Voldemort's Death Eaters' Journal

At My Master's Feet
Lucius apparated immediately when he felt the mark on his arm burn. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He was eager to get out of the house where he had been caged. He quickly and silently donned his Death Eater's mask and robes quickly and silently. He paid no attention to the sleeping figure on his bed. He simply wanted out.

As soon as Lucius arrived, he bent down on one knee before the Dark Lord, ignoring the snivelling wizard beside him. "My Lord," he whispered and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. "How may I serve you today?"

Before Voldemort could answer, Lucius heard a distinct PoP! from behind him. Another had arrived.

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