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[hallowedhorcrux]

Most have forgotten the name I originally gave them. (The connection is fairly obvious.) I would like to see them; the ones who began it all with me.

There are many who would say I don't care what became of them... (There is a faint smile on his lips.) But I do. They are blood that was not meant to be spilt. How can I stop knowing their sacrifice?

What sort of Lord would I be?

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[dreamshades]

Such pretty, pretty words. But, lets not lie to ourselves, shall we? It's very unbecoming.

[ Yup, Peter Pan is sassing the Dark Lord. This can't end well. ]

[hallowedhorcrux]

Where is the lie? (No, really. Point it out.)

[dreamshades]

Your servants? Really, they're a means to an end to assure your survival. To make sure your immortality remains in tact and take down your enemies. They're more like pawns than valued comrades.

[hallowedhorcrux]

Foolish words. (Shhh child you don't say things like that out loud.) I value every Wizard or Witch who dedicates themselves to my cause. I could hardly do nearly as much without them.

[dreamshades]

[ Peter Pan's a shit and he will say what he wants out loud to utterly destroy potential threats. ]

Foolish? Hardly. How many did you throw before your feet to walk upon their corpses to ascend the staircase of power?

[hallowedhorcrux]

(You gotta have a little diplomacy in your roll if you wanna take over the world, Peter.)

Their sacrifices were tragic but ultimately necessary. It is not as if I have forgotten them.

[dreamshades]

[ He knows of such things, but, lets be honest: Honest truths are how you shatter the pedestal opponents stand upon. ]

Really? How about a few names to share with the class? [ Voice patronizing as he gestures to the metaphorical class. ]

[hallowedhorcrux]

(Oh he has plenty of those, but what's the point of shattering the pedestals of his followers before he is victorious?)

Are you testing me? (Nope.) The names would mean naught to you.

[dreamshades]

Humour me. A powerful dark lord such as yourself should do that much.

[ Goading, mocking, it's all the same thing. Two semi immortal beings clashing, what a show. ]

[hallowedhorcrux]

Humor you? (Said with oh so much disgust.) Who are you to deserve humoring?

[dreamshades]

They call me Peter Pan and you would be...?

[hallowedhorcrux]

From stories? (No wonder he's annoying.) Voldemort.

[dreamshades]

The very same, but they don't do justice. However, are you sure that's it? I believed it was Tom Riddle.

[ YUP. He's going there. ]

[hallowedhorcrux]

The boy who never grows is the boy who knows too much.

(He has such a bad track record with boys.)

Tom Riddle is dead.

[dreamshades]

Or the immortal boy. Either works. [ Peter chuckles however. Just stepping around Voldemort like he owns the room. Peter prides himself on his cleverness, on how he networks and finding everyone's dirty laundry and facts. ]

Still, a name that hurts. That angers. Still, Tom, we can at least be honest with one another, can't we?

[hallowedhorcrux]

I see I have little choice. (But he won't be an easy safe to pry. Peter cannot die, however pain might be another matter. Voldemort is quite good at making someone suffer.)

You must realize there are two Tom Riddles.

if they were in a game together i think we'd have a third wizard war

[dreamshades]

[ He folds his hands over each other neatly and smirks. Try it is what he simply says in just how he stands. Peter can make suffering a possibility too. ]

Oh, I do. Your father and yourself. Must be a wonderful feeling, knowing you're named after that man that abandoned you. [ voice dripping with sarcasm. ]

a ridiculously destructive one over ridiculous arguments, yes.

[hallowedhorcrux]

Do you think that is why I hate him? (He smirks without a hint of amusement. Only a Dark Lord can make a smile cold as steel.)

He was undeserving of the title "father". A Muggle should never presume to rise so high.

the best kind of war ever. the heroes would never have to worry about anything theyd kill each other

[dreamshades]

[ A grin returned, wicked and brimming with poison at the answer. ]

But, no matter what you do your blood has been tainted. Forever shared by a man that's apparently unworthy of you, but lets be honest. He's exactly what you deserved.

right? just a smoldering pile of ash and wtf.

[hallowedhorcrux]

(If a crowd saw them smiling at each other, they'd know to get the hell outta Dodge.)

Explain your reasoning. (He's not buying it so far, but the idea is intriguing in its own way.) How can a Muggle measure up to the heir of Slytherin?

the heroes problems are completely solved

[dreamshades]

[honestly, they'd be dead lbf ]

Because, no matter what you do you can never escape where you came from. You'll also be the half blood who aspires to be pure and must hide behind facade to keep up the image of high status.

Your father did it and so do you. Must run in the family. [ Tell him he's wrong, Tom. Tell him he's wrong. ]

/casually reserves at m or m

[hallowedhorcrux]

(The pure rage would make them drop dead.)

I have told my Death Eaters. (The high-ranking ones, at least. Then he scared the shite out of them.) The news is not unknown. It has not dulled my image or decreased the fear in my enemies.

Blood is a beginning. What I have done - what I have accomplished - rectifies the mistake of my mother.

/chin hands please do

[dreamshades]

It doesn't change the truth. Half the wizard....

Half the power. [ Peter's saying it. Voldemort is far weaker than Pan ever is. ]

[hallowedhorcrux]

That deserve a true test, don't you think? (He slides his long fingers over his wand and manages to look simply curious rather than defiant.)

i know this is dear mun but please let me know if you want me to edit or if you want me to fix it

[dreamshades]

I suppose we could...

[ And look what's in Peter's fingers. A pale wand as white as bone, twirling it in his own slender fingers. Now where did that come from? ]

I'll just god mode ya right back. ha.

[hallowedhorcrux]

(Telekinesis is such a useful art. Voldemort merely holds out his hand and summons back his wand, eyes glowing malevolently.)

There are far worse fates than death.

hoorah!

[dreamshades]

[ The wand slips from his fingers, but, Peter all but smiles. ]

Indeed there is. Death is but an ending to the miseries life can inflict.

[ He steps about Tom, like a predator stalking his fellow kind. An enemy that would strike back against him. ]

[hallowedhorcrux]

You sound as if you look forward to it. I could help you. (But not before some Cruciatus, perhaps? Yes. Maybe something less known too.)

[dreamshades]

Help?

[ Now that's intriguing. And here he thought Voldemort was all about himself or merely wanted followers. Peter just hmms at that, a hand to his chin. ]

Are you proposing a partnership?