Deal with it.

[hallowedhorcrux]

I do not accept defeat.

As you can see, it didn't last.

(A nasty smirk follows that statement and his eyes glow malevolently.)

Shall I show you my strength, Mundane? Are you worthy of seeing it, I wonder?

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[palpatine]

And what determines worth in your eyes, dark one?

[hallowedhorcrux]

Power. Ability. Without both, one is incapable of doing anything worthwhile.

[palpatine]

Then I would certainly judge this mundane of yours worthy of witnessing whatever strength you feel you possess. After all, is it not their power - the mundane's power alone - that enables you to speak now?

[hallowedhorcrux]

True enough, though I am not a prisoner. Nor am I a victim. My Mundane cannot expect me to follow their orders blindly.

[palpatine]

Wisely said. And already you have proven yourself stronger than any of the pathetic lifeforms I have had the displeasure of meeting here. Unlike them, you recognize the truth of musehood: we are not beholden to our owner's whims. We need offer our voices only to those whose methods suit us. Slavery is not our province.

In many ways, it is we who are truly the masters here.

[hallowedhorcrux]

There are some who are born to follow while there are others who are meant to lead. I am the latter.

(As if his appearance weren't telling enough. Who would go that far to lose themselves in another's shadow?)

My Mundane has promised me another chance for victory. Should I succeed, all shall be righted in my world. Those like myself - those truly worthy of possessing power - will reign supreme.

You seem like someone who would understand such a cause.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

So you are one of the many upstarts who claim the title of Dark Lord... Well, I am Melkor, He who is called Morgoth- The Dark Enemy of the World, THE ORIGINAL DARK LORD. And I do not like pretenders to my throne.

[hallowedhorcrux]

(How does he even approach this?)

You must possess great power. I would like to see it.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

Very well... GROND!!

[See Melkor summon a giant war-hammer, See Melkor stroll over to a nearby mountain range. See Melkor smite said mountain range with a tremendous blow, shattering it into pieces.]

[hallowedhorcrux]

(Now that is impressive. He offers Melkor a rare smile.)

We come from different worlds. I trust that you can allow me to keep my title? I am known by others.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

Perhaps... I am a God, I can be indulgent when the mood strikes me.... How many have you killed? A true master of the darkness, worthy of the title must be up to his elbows in the blood and tears of lesser beings.

[hallowedhorcrux]

I believe I qualify. (Considering Dumbledore said this of him: "They are corpses, dead bodies that have been bewitched to do a Dark wizard's bidding. Inferi have not been seen for a long time, however, not since Voldemort was last powerful ...He killed enough people to make an army of them, of course." And that's just including the bodies in the cave.)

The number increases exponentially when you consider those who have killed in my name and for my cause.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

Then I shall be magnanimous and let you kept both your title and you're life. Go and spread suffering and death to all who oppose you.

[hallowedhorcrux]

In that, I have no intention of disappointing you or myself.

I am really sorry about this. AU where Harry was raised as Dick Grayson

[dickandharry]

Could you please just stop taking your issues about not being hugged enough as a child out on everyone Tommy?

[The comment comes from somewhere up in the rafters, but it's extremely hard to determine where specifically. Dick is very, very good at throwing his voice.]

[gildylocks]

Oh my gosh. [ Have a very young Gilderoy Lockhart, Voldemort. He doesn't recognize you at all. ]

What happened to your nose, sir? I'm so terribly sorry!

[cruoris_sancio]

My Lord... My Lord, you've returned to us.

[soangryicouldtinkle]

Got your nose!

[He does have a bloody nub of cartilage and flesh in his hand.]

[palpatine]

I do, friend. While you clearly follow a different path from mine, we share the destination in common. Like you, I wish to return my galaxy to its former glory, but for that to happen, many must bow. Many must fall.

A leader must not let himself be choked by petty notions like mercy, or doubt, or regret. Or that killer of so many promising souls: Love.

[spiral_king]

I'd think that, since they chose to accept you as a muse, your Mundane knows full well of your strength, Dark Lord. Whether or not they're worthy in your eyes is irrelevant, as it is through them that you're able to walk amongst the living again, is it not?

[his_nemesis]

[Not good. At all.]

[hallowedhorcrux]

(For Harry, no it isn't. Voldemort stares at him, fixated and wary.)

[hallowedhorcrux]

Thus why I lend my voice to them in the first place. I have no desire to remain amongst the dead and defeated.

[hallowedhorcrux]

(Not even deigning that with a response.)

[hallowedhorcrux]

As have you, Bella.