Voldemort
I was petrified in my own fear. Even though I didn't show it even to my Inner Circle.
I knew how Har–Ophidian felt about me from the way he acted during our first meeting. But what I don't know is why... Why did he feel that way?
Wait—he's probably feeling fucked over by the world like I did when I was his age. And feeling that abandonment ten-fold that he had once come to accept but now I'm here –his father– I've just ruined everything he's ever known.
And from what I know of a Riddle background in an orphanage:
1) you must never get attached and become friends with someone you never know when they will leave
2) never trust anyone not even your caretaker
3) always no matter what be feared. Look like an angel but hide a demon beneath purely fake innocence
4) Always take revenge
The doors opened to reveal at least 15 students and my Death Eaters who were sent to fetch them for me.
Spark
Catching glimpses of tension among Ophidians' eyes as we entered the meeting room. They were darting back and forth trying to find a possible exit and landing on a large shadow. A shadow large enough to transport us all back to Hogwarts. Or bring the rest of the Fallen here for back up.
Looking towards the meeting table I felt anxious as the Death Eaters just stared at us.
Lord Chaos took out his wand and pressed it against his forearm.
"Let the shadows become a passage for the Fallen Angels remaining in Hogwarts. Let them be cloaked as sister Raven was. And tell Lady Havoc to tell those below her to be prepared for anything"