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[attr="class","cbody"]This was something that he had been thinking about for a while. It was something that needed to be done. The Death Eaters had been the power behind the Ministry for some time now. From the moment that Andromeda had taken over, she’d had their support. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, it was having the support that she did that made it possible for her to even take over the position. And she was losing favor by the day. Of course, she was. The registration had officially ended. Muggleborns were back to their jobs, back with wands in their hands assuming they still had their magic. There were plenty of people that were not happy about that.
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There were also those that thought that the epidemic was the greater concern right now. Those that would not consider this to be all that much of a problem, because them being without magic had changed their priorities. He was sure that was the case too. But it did not change the fact that he deemed this meeting necessary. They had been quiet since the epidemic, quiet since the ICW had taken over. And he had been talking to Dani. He knew the woman’s opinion on the matter, and he had come to find that her insight was quite valuable. She had a quick mind, one that he was quite impressed with. He was almost as impressed with her mind as he was with how good she looked tied to his bedposts, but that was another matter entirely.
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As was her husband. He was someone that needed to be dealt with in time. He had shared once before in his life, and that was not something that he felt like doing again. No, Terence Higgs was a problem. It was all a matter of seeing just how he could best be dealt with—and that could not be a priority right now. There were other things on his mind.
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It had been a month since his wife had announced that she was in love with his brother. Rodolphus supposed that he shouldn’t have expected anything less of the witch, who had proven to be just as flighty as every other woman in the world. He knew that she liked to think herself different, but actions spoke louder than words in his mind, and she had proven to be a flighty and unfaithful blood traitor. As far as he could tell, her time in the Ministry would soon be coming to an end.
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But that was not why they were meeting here today. He had no plans of uprise in the Ministry. No plans of seeking that power for himself. Why would he? Everyone knew that the Minister was just a mouthpiece. True power—real power, always rested elsewhere. It was just a matter of readjusting that, as well. It was just a matter of making the right choices for the right time, which he thought that he was doing here.
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The church would be a familiar one to the Death Eaters. It was a place they had met before, on several occasions. A select few people were here already. Dani, of course, and Antonin as well. The man still had his magic and was one of the few people in the world that Rodolphus trusted at this point. He knew that his council would be true. He also knew that Antonin could call the others to this spot with the mark, the familiar darkening and pain something that they all knew well by now. For the Death Eaters that had lost their magic, they would have to find another way of getting here than apparating. He knew that would require a longer wait before they got started. He also knew that there would be faces that did not show up at all, but only time would tell who those would be.
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The sun had long since set in the sky, though it was still far from midnight. Candles lit the dim space, casting a glow that kept the room in shadows, but enough to see. That was more than enough, in his opinion. Now, they would just need to see who showed up.
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 Destruction of Innocence

I am the destruction of innocence
I am the violence embedded in flesh
I am the pain in the bones of the mortal shell
The dark heart of the earth
I Am Hell

He had been waiting on this. A chance to see what was actually going on since nothing seemed set in concrete anymore. Nothing. One minute everything had been going their way, everything. They had the school, they had the Ministry, the mudbloods were removed from society and reduced to the bottom of the totem pole of society where they belonged. They were all out of Azkaban. They were once more feared and revered. Then she had come along and in a short couple of months had reduced just about all of it to cinders. He should have seen it coming after she'd forced Ares out, but since everyone was backing her and he had always backed Rodolphus - who had married the bint in the first place - he had trusted her to keep things going on an even keel. This was just another, if not the largest, example of why trusting others was a bad call, if you hadn't vetted them yourself. This was why he had forcibly kept Marcus out of the way of these things, so regardless of which way the wind blew, he would be in the clear. At this rate, darling little Andromeda was going to have them back to where they'd crawled out from not so long ago, and in a shorter amount of time, too.

As things currently stood, Sebastian's affairs and business were being conducted overseas and through various cousins while he continued to look for his next career move. Giving Hogwarts back to Andromeda had been ridiculous, especially since the Ministry didn't hold any direct power of Hogwarts and did not elect its Headmaster or Headmistress. The board of governors took care of that. Yet after her flamboyant display of turning up to the castle - the procession of which he had pointedly ignored in favour of continuing his paperwork while she took her sweet time to get to his office, after neglecting the floo to apparate to the gates and walk - he had already had his fill of the former Lady Lestrange for the day. Besides, he hadn't known Rodolphus' position in her decision to uproot him too (her theme of the year, it seemed) and so he had gone quietly. Angrily. Even still, his blood began to boil just at the mere mention of her name for the humiliation she had caused him. The indecency, especially after working alongside her, and her implementing his ideas for the school. He had at least believed she might have notified him ahead of due course. But no. Dramatic to the core, that had always been the way of the Black family. He ought to know... he was distantly related to them.

Arriving at the Church with Roma had been a calculated decision, as he was greatly protective over the family he chose to interact with. Which, admittedly, was a very select few. This entire farce had only reminded him of a few core things that he had almost forgotten; His pledged allegiance was to the cause, not the front runner. His beliefs weren't going to change because some floozy married higher than she deserved and got ideas above her station. With Rodolphus, he believed that they all could trust him to make fair calls that took consideration. He hadn't steered them wrong so far... or at least, not directly. "It'll be interesting to see who shows up today, hm?" He asked Roma quietly, taking his time walking up the path and into the Church itself.

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