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[It's almost midnight when the knock sounds at the door.
Severus is pacing his room in Hel, hands fidgeting together with quiet apprehension as he walks back and forth with slow but tense steps when he hears the knock. He stops in his tracks and looks over at the door. He watches it. Waits. Another knock.
Well, now, who would be paying him a visit at this hour of night? More importantly… how is he possibly going to speak to them? He absently lifts a hand and clutches at his throat before anxiously running a finger along his lower lip. The earthquake that had hit Asgard earlier, the sudden loss of his voice… Perhaps he is being too paranoid but he can't help but think the two are somehow connected, and it's setting his teeth right on edge.
The knock sounds again. A nervous flare of irritation ignites in him and he starts for the door. A glare fixed on his face, he reaches the door, turns the door handle and yanks it open, a hand ready to furiously shoo the person away.
The first thing he sees are the smiles. Toothy, terrifying smiles with glistening metallic teeth, and beady, dark eyes peering down at him with calm, sinister glee. His irritation gives way to confusion at first as the two bald men look at each other and make an almost pantomime show of looking at each other while polite applauding the other with a silent clap of their spindly, spider-like hands.
And then they turn their macabre smiles frozen on their ghastly faces back on Severus. He takes a step backwards, feeling horribly naked and vulnerable without his wand and without his magic, and they take a graceful step forward. Nay, not a step, Severus realises; they're gliding towards him, like ghosts, feet hovering about foot above the ground.
Quick as a flash, he goes to slam the door on them but he's too slow, or they're too quick: they suddenly seize him in their hands and Severus is dragged into the room, the door quietly closing with a soft snick in the latch. He struggles with all his might against them, even tries to summon everything within his power of Body Control to make the ghoul-like men let him go, to no avail.
Dread and terror-fuelled adrenalin rush through his veins as one of the men produces a small, shiny metallic knife. And before he can do anything, the knife is suddenly plunged into his chest. He lets out a silent scream of pain, head thrown back, tendons in his neck stretched taut like cable lines.
He feels everything: the searing slice of skin and muscle being severed by the scalpels, his clothes being torn open on his chest, cold fingers prodding him, moving with deft ease as they pry away muscle and sinew. The crack of his sternum. The sickening crunch of his ribs snapping. Cool air hitting his gaping chest. Pain so blinding, so exquisitely harrowing, that it's enough to almost make him pass out.
His body jerks and twists with agony under the silent carnage, arms flailing with spiralling listlessness, legs and feet kicking on the floor in an almost seizure-like manner. His breaths become short, rapid, wheezy, like the squealing of a pig that's had its windpipe slit. A death rattle gargles at the back of his throat, saliva and blood frothing out of his mouth. All the while, the men grin down at him with eerie, malicious calm.
One of them applauding the other with another polite, silently animated golf-clap is the last thing Severus sees before his eyes glaze over. He takes a final gurgling, wheezing breath and then… nothing. Just his fingers and feet twitching in the aftershocks of nerves still firing in his spinal chord while he stares with lifeless terror at the ceiling. One of the men lifts Severus' heart from his chest cavity, dripping with blood and dangling with severed arteries and muscles, while the other applauds him again with polite eagerness and blood-soaked hands.
Not more than a few minutes later, they're gone, the door closing quietly behind them while they glide like ghosts down the hallway.]
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[Voldemort had arrived at Hel House with the intention of not leaving until Snape, the traitor, had suffered. The all-encompassing silence... It had been like a sign to him, a sign that he could strike and no one would be the wiser. Sound certainly still existed, but screams... Those pesky vocal, guttural sounds that escape when the body experiences pain... Without a means to silence through magic, they would prove an obstacle. And yet, with voices lost, a chance arose and he did not intend to waste it. What he didn't expect to find, however, was the deed already done, was the man mangled and the corpse's heart hollowed out.
Which is exactly the sight that greets anyone who deems to watch the video attached to this post. It lasts about thirty seconds, as Voldemort allows the camera to take in the scene of the crime, but most importantly: the body. It only takes in the scene, and does not show any footage of Voldemort himself, but rather Snape and his room.
The first thing anyone would notice is the lighting. Even in the daylight, the room is dark and while the bracelet has adjusted to the lighting, the closed curtains keep it from being fully illuminated. Plants hang from the ceiling, in various states of drying and curing, a fair number of them. Books line shelves among jars of insects. Voldemort has not touched anything, has only arrived and filmed it upon entering.]
[Now that she was no longer living in the Hel House herself Leeloo had to make the trip from Thor there, still wrought with worry about her inability to speak. Always calculated and cold, she thought that Snape might have some answers or maybe a plan that could help matters. He was blunt to the point of hurtful and while most would find that unsettling Leeloo took it as a sign of respect as that was how she’d always been with others that she’d been close to, the Modoshawans especially.
She isn’t expecting to find his door slightly ajar, the crack between the jamb and the hallway not so much as casting a strip of light over the carpet. With the dead quiet she knows something has to be wrong. It would be unlike him to leave it unlocked let alone open. She pushes through, if he was there she’d take his foul mood for what it was. It might even be easier to deal with since the tongue lashing wouldn’t be present.
There’s a gasp of breath that gets knocked out of her at what she sees. Severus, with his chest cavity surgically opened and his heart missing and a young man looming over him with his recording device.
She jumps to conclusions. Grabbing a book off the nearest shelf to hurl at the boy’s head.]
[Thud is the last thing the video feed hears, because the next moment he’s switched it off.]
Severus is pacing his room in Hel, hands fidgeting together with quiet apprehension as he walks back and forth with slow but tense steps when he hears the knock. He stops in his tracks and looks over at the door. He watches it. Waits. Another knock.
Well, now, who would be paying him a visit at this hour of night? More importantly… how is he possibly going to speak to them? He absently lifts a hand and clutches at his throat before anxiously running a finger along his lower lip. The earthquake that had hit Asgard earlier, the sudden loss of his voice… Perhaps he is being too paranoid but he can't help but think the two are somehow connected, and it's setting his teeth right on edge.
The knock sounds again. A nervous flare of irritation ignites in him and he starts for the door. A glare fixed on his face, he reaches the door, turns the door handle and yanks it open, a hand ready to furiously shoo the person away.
The first thing he sees are the smiles. Toothy, terrifying smiles with glistening metallic teeth, and beady, dark eyes peering down at him with calm, sinister glee. His irritation gives way to confusion at first as the two bald men look at each other and make an almost pantomime show of looking at each other while polite applauding the other with a silent clap of their spindly, spider-like hands.
And then they turn their macabre smiles frozen on their ghastly faces back on Severus. He takes a step backwards, feeling horribly naked and vulnerable without his wand and without his magic, and they take a graceful step forward. Nay, not a step, Severus realises; they're gliding towards him, like ghosts, feet hovering about foot above the ground.
Quick as a flash, he goes to slam the door on them but he's too slow, or they're too quick: they suddenly seize him in their hands and Severus is dragged into the room, the door quietly closing with a soft snick in the latch. He struggles with all his might against them, even tries to summon everything within his power of Body Control to make the ghoul-like men let him go, to no avail.
Dread and terror-fuelled adrenalin rush through his veins as one of the men produces a small, shiny metallic knife. And before he can do anything, the knife is suddenly plunged into his chest. He lets out a silent scream of pain, head thrown back, tendons in his neck stretched taut like cable lines.
He feels everything: the searing slice of skin and muscle being severed by the scalpels, his clothes being torn open on his chest, cold fingers prodding him, moving with deft ease as they pry away muscle and sinew. The crack of his sternum. The sickening crunch of his ribs snapping. Cool air hitting his gaping chest. Pain so blinding, so exquisitely harrowing, that it's enough to almost make him pass out.
His body jerks and twists with agony under the silent carnage, arms flailing with spiralling listlessness, legs and feet kicking on the floor in an almost seizure-like manner. His breaths become short, rapid, wheezy, like the squealing of a pig that's had its windpipe slit. A death rattle gargles at the back of his throat, saliva and blood frothing out of his mouth. All the while, the men grin down at him with eerie, malicious calm.
One of them applauding the other with another polite, silently animated golf-clap is the last thing Severus sees before his eyes glaze over. He takes a final gurgling, wheezing breath and then… nothing. Just his fingers and feet twitching in the aftershocks of nerves still firing in his spinal chord while he stares with lifeless terror at the ceiling. One of the men lifts Severus' heart from his chest cavity, dripping with blood and dangling with severed arteries and muscles, while the other applauds him again with polite eagerness and blood-soaked hands.
Not more than a few minutes later, they're gone, the door closing quietly behind them while they glide like ghosts down the hallway.]
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Severus Snape is dead.[Voldemort had arrived at Hel House with the intention of not leaving until Snape, the traitor, had suffered. The all-encompassing silence... It had been like a sign to him, a sign that he could strike and no one would be the wiser. Sound certainly still existed, but screams... Those pesky vocal, guttural sounds that escape when the body experiences pain... Without a means to silence through magic, they would prove an obstacle. And yet, with voices lost, a chance arose and he did not intend to waste it. What he didn't expect to find, however, was the deed already done, was the man mangled and the corpse's heart hollowed out.
Which is exactly the sight that greets anyone who deems to watch the video attached to this post. It lasts about thirty seconds, as Voldemort allows the camera to take in the scene of the crime, but most importantly: the body. It only takes in the scene, and does not show any footage of Voldemort himself, but rather Snape and his room.
The first thing anyone would notice is the lighting. Even in the daylight, the room is dark and while the bracelet has adjusted to the lighting, the closed curtains keep it from being fully illuminated. Plants hang from the ceiling, in various states of drying and curing, a fair number of them. Books line shelves among jars of insects. Voldemort has not touched anything, has only arrived and filmed it upon entering.]
[Now that she was no longer living in the Hel House herself Leeloo had to make the trip from Thor there, still wrought with worry about her inability to speak. Always calculated and cold, she thought that Snape might have some answers or maybe a plan that could help matters. He was blunt to the point of hurtful and while most would find that unsettling Leeloo took it as a sign of respect as that was how she’d always been with others that she’d been close to, the Modoshawans especially.
She isn’t expecting to find his door slightly ajar, the crack between the jamb and the hallway not so much as casting a strip of light over the carpet. With the dead quiet she knows something has to be wrong. It would be unlike him to leave it unlocked let alone open. She pushes through, if he was there she’d take his foul mood for what it was. It might even be easier to deal with since the tongue lashing wouldn’t be present.
There’s a gasp of breath that gets knocked out of her at what she sees. Severus, with his chest cavity surgically opened and his heart missing and a young man looming over him with his recording device.
She jumps to conclusions. Grabbing a book off the nearest shelf to hurl at the boy’s head.]
[Thud is the last thing the video feed hears, because the next moment he’s switched it off.]
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[Or so she thought. She watches him look around, following his movements with trained eyes. She didn't know what he was doing and still didn't trust him enough to let him roam around without her watchful eyes.
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Let them think we have no other option. We will come up with an alternative with them none the wiser.
After which, he types into his bracelet.]
It is more important to reach a wider audience through the use of the network. To take pains and use another method of communication would be... difficult.private text & offline action.
I think this is a good idea. Was anyone here when you arrived? How is it that this happened without anyone realizing?
She doesn't know what's happening and isn't familiar enough with the setting and the monstrosities that lurk here to find a definitive source of what happened.]
Maybe, but it is still a method in which more people can be hurt. I am willing to take your word, for now.
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I saw no one. The reason we are silenced is to allow this to happen. We find who did this and we find who stole our voices.]
It may be necessary, as unfortunate as it is.private text & offline action.
What do you suggest we do to find them?]
I do not like this. He did not deserve it.
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If he did, deserving would imply the killer thought about his victims in such a way. Somehow, I doubt this is the case.private text & offline action.
Maybe they do not. It would seem that his attackers were without remorse.
[Judging by the mangled look of horror still on his face.]
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It's then when he takes a moment to consider.
We may be able to communicate over the network so long as we keep things vague and avoid going into detail until we're together. That might be the best option, given the potential time restraints.]
Indeed. A drastic attack like this... It was done with a clear purpose.private text & offline action.
She knows that the gods might know them but so far she's been the only person here to speak Divinian and if she could teach him the basics they might be able to speak in that tongue instead of in English over the device. Her English was poor.]
Do you have any idea what that purpose is?
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He doesn't want to assume she'll understand the languages that come from his world, but if she knows of them, that would solve it.]
To rip Severus's still beating heart out of his chest. But to what end, I have only speculation.private text & offline action.
It was an idea, at least. Who's to say these things didn't have translators.]
What are your speculations?
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He doesn't waste any time in this, as he switches over to writing in Albanian on the communicator. If they were indeed reading this conversation, Voldemort would not like them to know of his theories thus far. He does not want them to know exactly how much he knows.]
The heart is the most symbolic of all the body parts, not to mention the most potent when it comes to dealing with magic. In my world, the hearts of creatures are both rare and expensive potion ingredients. And while I do not know extensively what a human heart is capable of in a magical context, it's best to assume it would follow the same sort of lines. If whoever did this was after power body parts, they have chosen in congruence with my knowledge.
There's another possibility. If this person knew Severus's personal life, perhaps this was to be a message to him or anyone involved with him. Or both.
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So it was taken either for magical properties or to spite him and those he was close to. You believe this strongly?
[She wasn't completely sure if it mattered either way. Her friend was gone, and she had never lost someone here so the permanence of his death was lost on her.]
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They are merely theories. We know so little else it is difficult to determine more.[While confident in his deductive reasoning, Voldemort is not yet to the point where he would fail to acknowledge his own ignorance in the situation.]
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[She saw him video taping so it made the most sense to assume he sent a broadcast out and let other people know. Or perhaps that was her believing the best in everyone regardless of how they might be.]
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I did. So far no one has said much regarding the state of the scene, merely that it was very similar to the previous death, and that it seemed unusually neat.[For once, assuming the best of Voldemort was the correct thing to do.]
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[She hadn't heard about any other victims. If she had, she might have been more prepared for this.]
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Makoto Naegi. I do not know him personally, unlike Severus, but from the description given the scene is the same.private text & offline action.
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No. It seems the bodies in this situation are the exception to the rule of near instant revival. Interesting... and troubling.private text & offline action.
[Leeloo's almost afraid of the answer. She doesn't want to lose her friend indefinitely. Not when this place makes exceptions for everyone else.]
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It means whoever or whatever did this has the power to subdue Hel's power, or she is otherwise unable to perform her duty as Death.private text & offline action.
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They have not spoken up during this time from what I can tell. They are silent.private text & offline action.
[As much as she disliked the gods she knew that if anyone had the power to fix this it would be them. So maybe pursuing them was their best option.]
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