site event: the end of an era

group thread

The Monday morning started off like any other in the Ministry of Magic. Crowds hurried through the Atrium to their respective offices, taking the lifts to whatever floor they needed. Meetings are held, paperwork filed, whatever anyone would do on any normal Monday morning at the Ministry of magic. It wasn't until after the lunch hour that everything changed.

Suddenly, Death Eaters were everywhere. On every floor. In every office. They were not wearing their masks, some aren't even wearing the robes and hoods that have become known as their signature. But most faces are recognizable, some marks are visible. Every single worker in the Ministry of Magic was then herded down to the Atrium, panic setting in as everyone wondered just what was going on. When they got there, all that was different about the room they moved quickly through every morning when they got to the Ministry and every night when they left it, was that there was a platform there that had never been there before.

On it was what was clear to anyone that kept up with their history books would immediately recognize: a stake. Up there with it is the infamous Death Eater, Rodolphus Azazel Lestrange , Effectively all employees in the Ministry are surrounded by the Death Eaters, and it isn't long until the Minister of Magic comes into sight, when he is dragged up onto the platform by @ares , a known Death Eater that was released from Azkaban years before, and is mostly thought of to be... rather reformed, owning a bar in Knockturn Alley. With him is a woman, one who would clearly be recognized as @anicka , the editor-in-chief of HOME magazine, another woman who is a known Death Eater, though who most people might think to be reformed since she has done nothing but release issues of her magazine over the years.

The room commands silence as Ares slices open the Minister, and it is obvious what will happen if anyone tries to leave... the few that tried were swiftly shot down, a flash of green eliminating anyone that didn't stay put to watch what was about to come. It is then that Anicka sets the Minister on fire, and the sound of his screams echoed throughout the Atrium. Burning a wizard at the stake... no one could say that it wasn't fitting... 

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Important Information Ahead

The time has come. It is obvious to anyone that had been paying even a bit of attention that everything had gotten worse in the last year, or even the last six months. And today is the day that the Death Eaters take over the Ministry once more. Isaiah Durant, the Minister of Magic, is dead, and was killed in front of the entire Atrium, filled with Ministry employees. But let's rewind a little bit... you all still need to know what happened.

Within the confides of Proboards Standards, there is a thread of what happens from the moment that Ares and Anicka Wentzell enter the Ministry until where this group thread picks up. If you want to read it all in more gruesome detail, just click here!

A warning that it isn't for the faint of heart. It has been toned down for Proboards, but the Minister is still being killed in it, and it isn't pretty. But we will get to that here in a second. For those of you that don't want to read it, we will provide a brief summary so you know what has happened and you know what your character has seen and exactly where this group thread is picking up!

Ares and Anicka Wentzell entered the Ministry with no problem at all, and they made it to the Minister's office without anyone being the wiser that they were there. They fought their way to him, having to deal with two bodyguards in the main portion of the Minister's office, because Isaiah Durant has been becoming more and more paranoid by the day, and pretty much always has some manner of protection around him. Once they got through them, though, Ares and Anicka took Durant and headed to the Atrium.

While that was all happening, Death Eaters systematically went from floor to floor, office to office, and rounded up all Ministry employees, and herded them all to the Atrium. It would be obvious to anyone that whatever was going to happen wouldn't be good. When they got there, there was already a platform enacted, and on the platform, a stake... and it is not long after everyone arrived in the Atrium that Ares and Anicka make it there, and Ares drags Durant up onto the platform and ties him to the stake. To make a long and not particularly pleasant story short since if you're reading this, you probably don't want all the details, Ares cuts Durant open, effectively gutting him, organs coming out and all, and then Anicka sets said organs on fire... We said it wasn't pretty, okay? Real life isn't pretty!

That is where this group thread is picking up. As the fire is still raging, the screams can still be heard. Your character can now react to that happening, and then Ares will speak and we will go from there. Note that anyone that tries to leave the Atrium throughout the ordeal will be killed by Death Eaters, unless your character happens to be a pureblood, in which case they would just be apprehended. Obviously, we cannot just kill your character with no permission! But please don't put played Death Eaters in the position of pulling them out of character when they were given a direct order to kill anyone that tried to leave.

We know we have some reckless Gryffindors that would jump in without a second thought (I know that it's perfect timing for me personally that Hermione is no longer in the Ministry, because no way in hell she wouldn't react), and if you have a character that you absolutely think needs to not be in the Ministry today, please PM administration and let us know and we will approve or deny the request! We want to make sure that everyone is kept in character, but the Death Eaters also have the clear advantage, and it would be hard not to think that trying anything right at that moment would be a death wish. It isn't to say your character can't disagree and vow to fix this and fight against it and plan, but surrounded by Death Eaters in the Ministry might not be the best time. But again, if you have any character that you feel needs to be out of the Ministry today, just let us know!

Muggleborns will be in danger in this thread. If you are interested in any of your played Muggleborns getting killed, or any NPC family members, friends, etc., getting killed, please PM administration and let us know. If it is a Muggleborn character, there is a nearly 100% guaranteed that we will accept the death and add it to the list. If you want a halfblood character or NPC killed, please PM us and let us know, though we will not necessarily approve those. No one is in danger in this thread unless they are a Muggleborn or they fight back. If you want a halfblood killed, they would need to try to leave or fight back or do something against what is happening. They would not be targeted. If you want a pureblood character killed, it would be even more difficult for Administration to approve, because Death Eaters have been told to apprehend any pureblood that tries to leave, not kill them. If you want a pureblood character killed, they would have to do something like step in front of a Muggleborn to protect them from a Death Eater, or shield them, so if you want something like that to happen, please let us know.

Administration will not be accepting very many injuries in this thread. This is because the Death Eaters are going to be very systematic about what happens. When Ares is done speaking, it will be something like: target a Muggleborn, killing curse, target a Muggleborn, killing curse, a halfblood tries to protect a Muggleborn, killing curse. They are aiming to kill not wound for the most part and so it would be incredibly hard for there to just be an injury in this thread. But never say never! If you have a really get idea for your character getting hurt, please PM us and let us know. We will not guarantee that we'll approve it, but if it seems viable, we might! 

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to PM administration and ask us! We know this is a little crazy, but it's the end of an era...

Claimed Deaths in Takeover: Patrick Houghton

They had fought their way in here, Ares and Anicka had fought their way to the Minister, and then getting to him... Well getting to him hadn't been nearly as difficult as he had planned on it being. He had heard rumors that the man was paranoid, but there had only been two. Two men, and the two of them, and it had ended almost as quickly as it had begun. It was almost sad really, how easily they had disposed of them. Ares was quite certain that doing all of this by hand was that much more enjoyable than doing it by any other means. There was something final about finishing someone, about draining their life from their eyes, about doing it with your own hands. Ares knew that there was something poetic about burning a wizard at the stake, and that was exactly why things had gone as they had. He had had this plan from almost the moment that he had started coming up with one. The moment that he decided that it was time for him to die, Ares knew that they would burn him. The ultimate conclusion to the circle…

Dragging him out of his office, binding him to the stake in the middle of the Atrium. That was the vision that Ares had had of all of this, and when he and Anicka had come off of that lift with the Moron between them, when he had seen Rodolphus standing up there waiting for them… It had worked, his plan had worked and they were going to finish him. They were going to end this reign of utter nonsense, they were going to take back their world and they were going to do it by burning the Minister, by cleansing this place of all of the filth that he had let inside… Things were going to change, and this was just the beginning. This was just step one. Ares had dragged Durant up here. He had bound him, he had sliced him open and for a moment he stood and watched as the fire danced in Anicka’s eyes, and then seemed to engulf the man in front of them.

Turning his back on the screaming, dying man, Ares smiled, and extended one hand to @jacqueline. He was glad that she had come, and he knew that she had come for both of them. Him, and Anicka. They were good friends, and the witch knew just how much that the Wentzell family had gone through to get to this point. Or at least as much as the majority of people knew. There were some things that would always be better left unsaid, and unthought about, but Ares shook them off and offered the witch his hand, and a place at his side. He was watching everything at once. He was watching the Death Eaters that were guarding the exits, he was watching the faces of the crowd that they had forced to gather and watch… he was watching everything… And he was smiling. He had plans, plans that included many people in this room’s death. They would not be here come morning. New people would fill their places. New faces would surround them. The Death Eaters, the purebloods, those with the ideals that Ares supported and that benefitted him and the direction that he planned on taking this country, and these people. They would start again, they would rise again, and they would do it from the ashes of the work camp, and with the blood of the last legislation, very literally, on their hands...

There was no denying that he had doubted if a day like today would ever come again. The Dark Lord had tried and for a time he had been successful. For a time, they had been on top as they should be… they could eliminate the ones that stood in their way, kill the Mudbloods that didn’t deserve to even know about their world, or be breathing at all. Eventually, they would have had power over the Muggle world as well, because it was ridiculous for them to live in secret when they were superior to Muggles in every way. He hadn’t known what the Dark Lord’s plan had been—no one had, he was decently sure of that. If anyone had, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been his wife, though she had not told him anything that he hadn’t already been aware of and she hadn’t expected him to. Their marriage had simply been an arrangement between the pair of them, and it had never really been anything more than that. It was obvious to anyone who she had been truly loyal to, but he had been loyal to the Dark Lord as well. When it became obvious that the woman couldn’t bare him any children, there hadn’t been a better focus than trying to rid the wizarding world of those that did not deserve to be there.

But in the end, they had failed. In the end, they had been sent back to Azkaban with the worst of the worst, because there were plenty that had gotten lack punishments under Shacklebolt. That had been laughable. He had known that nothing ever could stop them for long, that some day, someone would come along that was going to try again and if they knew anything at all, they would want the Lestranges on their side. They would want those on their side that could do whatever it took to get the job done, and so when he and Rabastan had been released from Azkaban to ‘spend the rest of their days’ at the work camp, Rodolphus had known that something was happening. He had heard who was in charge, and he knew who was responsible for getting them out of prison. He didn’t like owing anyone anything at all, but there was no denying that the man deserved at least a… fraction of his respect for that feat alone, though that hadn’t stopped him from making his own judgments on if the Wentzell would be capable of doing everything that he said he would be able to do.

And yet, here they were. He hadn’t even been out of Azkaban for a year, and already it seemed like the current Minister would be taking his last day in office. After that… who knew what would happen? Just like before, Rodolphus had no idea just what plans Ares had once this was done—but working on a need-to-know basis had been something he’d known for a long time. He knew that they were needed at the Ministry… knew to corral everyone into the Atrium, because no one would be missing this particular show. Hell, he hadn’t really known just why the future Minister wanted him up here, while the rest blocked exits and took care of… problems—though he was a Lestrange. That alone put him above most of the other Death Eaters, in his opinion; they were one of the purest families in wizarding England, if not the world and the man truly did believe that. While a part of him thought he would enjoy ending the Minister’s life himself, as Wentzell had promised him months back, Rodolphus was content to watch as the man was tortured.

He could admit that he didn’t think that Wentzell could get his own hands dirty… it made it a bit harder to respect him, though he could respect that not every leader needed to be like the Dark Lord to get them what they wanted. But today he had proven him wrong in a way… he had made the man suffer, there was no doubt about that—and his cousin had helped, which he could admit was perhaps more impressive. There were few women that had a taste for violence like Bellatrix had, and he could appreciate it when he saw it. It was a far cry different from the woman that he had met when he’d been sent to her home… she had seemed meeker then, though still wanting him to make the women he was meant to kill suffer. Still, it was hardly the time to think about such things, instead he thought he would enjoy the screams for a while, since he was sure that they wouldn’t last too much longer. With the fire spreading, the man would be dead in moments, and then he was sure that Wentzell would have plenty to say—and then, the part that Rodolphus was most looking for. Exterminating those that shouldn’t be there… and anyone that stood in their way.

Outfit

When her husband had died and she had chosen London, she hadn’t quite known what she was getting into. She had known what had happened during the war. Members of the Cachette family had came here to fight and had died here, but that had been many years ago. She hadn’t been keeping up on politics of countries that she didn’t even live in. When she had thought about moving, she had thought only about her children and the school that they would be going to, and the fact that they needed to get out of France. She had experienced too much death there; she had felt like it followed her around. They had needed a change, and she had thought that they would find it there. Jacqueline had not been expecting the prejudice toward purebloods in England. That had been a surprise to her. She had been raised her entire life knowing that those of lesser blood, particularly Mudbloods though there were some halfbloods that barely deserved to be in the magical world at all, were inferior to those that had kept their lines pure through generations. She knew that Muggles were filthy things, and she could scarcely go into the Muggle world without feeling the need to immediately sanitize afterwards.

But she was not used to a world where purebloods were the ones that were scorned and treated like dirt beneath lesser men and women’s shoes. It truly was disgraceful, and while they were… less affected than some, since they had come from France and were clearly not involved in any way, they hadn’t been entirely immune. But Jacqueline had never had to deal with that all that often, because she didn’t truly fraternize with those types of people. She went to proper events and parties with the right sort, and knew that her children were getting a good education, which she wouldn’t have been able to say if she’d moved to the States, or somewhere else. Durmstrang would have worked too she supposed, but she had stuck with the decision that she had made—the first big decision that she had ever made for herself in the entirety of her life. And now… all of that had led to this. She hadn’t expected to date after her husband had died; she had never truly dated in her life, technically speaking, but something had been different about Ares… something that had made her say yes when she had been told by Anicka and other friends she had that she normally unintentionally shot men down without even realizing it.

It had led to this. She hadn’t expected Ares to show up at her door covered in blood—she hadn’t expected him to tell her just what he had planned… well not the plan, but what he was doing. And he had given her a chance to run. Oddly enough, it hadn’t crossed her mind. She had not known him for long, and she did not know how dating worked, but she didn’t want to run off at the first sign of trouble. She wanted to see this through—she wanted to see what happened. Jacqueline wasn’t sure how able she was to do something like this. There were members of her family that had been able to deal with violence and bloodshed, murder and war, but she had never experienced any of it. But when Ares had asked her to come to the Ministry and she knew what was going to happen, she knew that she would go. There was no time like the present to decide if she was cut out for this, and she wanted to be there for him and for Anicka, after everything that had happened. She got to the Ministry when the Death Eaters had, and she knew what they must have been doing when she had gone straight to the Atrium.

It hadn’t been too long until the room had started to fill up with people, but she stayed near the front, by the platform as she wondered just what exactly was going to happen. She knew what, obviously—it was more of the how that she was concerned about. Not for the wellbeing of the Minister, quite obviously. Even knowing no violence in her life, apart from her father when he’d been in a particularly bad mood, Jacqueline knew that the Minister deserved to die and he deserved to die painfully. It was really more of a matter of how much violence she could actually witness up close and when Ares and Anicka had appeared and had tied the Minister to the wooden stake, Jacqueline had watched as he was cut open, as he was set on fire. She felt like she needed to watch—she doubted anyone at all was paying attention to her reaction of all things, but she also knew that she hadn’t come here to look away but it was difficult to even focus on breathing, and she felt slightly lightheaded as her gaze moved from the man on fire to @ares in time to see him looking at her and his hand. While she was surprised, she didn’t let it show on her face and immediately she took a breath that she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding before moving toward the steps. A part of her wanted to glance down at them, because the last thing she wanted to do was trip—but Jacqueline had never been clumsy and despite just seeing a man sliced open, she was not going to start being clumsy now. And so she kept her gaze forward and made it up the steps with no issue. Taking his hand was a relief, as long as she didn’t think about the fact that it was covered in blood, because having anything or anyone to help stabilize her was good at this point.

Outfit

Respect was something that was earned and not freely given. Respect was something that was worked for, not forcefully taken. Jameson had issues with respecting those he did not think deserved it, and the same was with Ares Wentzell. He had once thought that the man was all talk, and then the attack on Diagon Alley happened. Creed was still hesitant on respecting the man, and then this happened. Here he stood in the Ministry of Magic, surrounded by his brothers, with the flesh of the Minister fresh in his nostrils. The screams of the once powerful Minster echoed around the Atrium, gasps and cries of Ministry employees rifled through the crowd of on lookers. All of them watching as their beloved boss was quite literally burned at the stake.

His mask obstructed his vision slightly; he could see directly ahead of him but his peripheral vision was poor. He swiveled his head back and forth to take in every witch and wizard in the room, making sure none were trying to escape. He was also looking for Natalya, he needed to know she was safe. He told her about Ana, and as expected she was upset that he had hid it for so long, but he knew that she understood why he did it. Clearing his mind of Anastasia, Jameson coughed and he pulled at the mask on his face. Did he want to reveal who he was to the world, reveal that the Yasha Verouchen that was rotting in Azkaban was the wrong one?

He had been in hiding for nearly twenty years, not just as a Death Eater, but as an agent of shadows. He was tired of always having to watch his back, tired of being afraid of who was going to find out or who was going to narc him out. The only reason he never came out in the open was because his wife asked him not too, because who would take care of the children? Natalya and Sabrina were of age and out on their own; Marcus was the only one who was still in school but he lived with Sabrina more than Jameson anyway. His children would be fine should anything happen to him. It was time.

He waved his wand slightly and the mask and cloak dissolved away, replaced with a gray suit and black tie over a white dress shirt. He adjusted his cuff links and smiled his sly charming smile. The ministry workers who knew him and were close to him gasped slightly as he revealed his true face. He allowed them to look but if they lingered too long he flicked his wand and scared them into looking back towards the platform where Isaiah Durant was screaming to his death. Ares had done it; he had doubted the wrong man and for that he felt sorry. Ares did what Voldemort attempted; but Voldemort was too brash at times; Ares seemed to be more in control of his situations.

The wizarding world had been turned upside down once more and this time Jameson planned to have a much larger role.

Outfit

Antonin watched with glee in his eyes as Minister Durant burned at the steak, a twisted, misguided man who would have been an asset to their world had he been on the wrong side of it, and now, disposed of.
"Stay calm, stay still, and we will not spill magical blood today," Antonin said in an undertone to the restless masses, keep them calm and keep them quiet, control was key, already a few well paced imperious curses had greatly assisted him in herding the frightened ministry employees, and some, some had a weak disposition and wouldn't watch, others were obviously restraining themeslf from foolish outcry, this was grizzly work, there was no arguing that - nevermind he quite enjoyed such work - but this was a powerful and nescessary message to send to the people.

Change was good, Antonin thought to himself, a watchful eye on the crowd, but outwardly he appeared quite calm. Ares Wentzell had exceed expectations and for that he would have Antonin's unwavering loyalty. That man had the potential to bring about extraordinary changes to the wizarding world, change that would go unopposed once the new order of things settled down, when people realize what they offer was better than they way things were.

Anicka was certain that this couldn’t have gone much better if they would have tried. Upstairs, taking the Minister by force, and then watching Ares bring him down here. He had dragged him up the stairs and tied him to the stake that she was currently fixated on. The original plan, well, Anicka didn’t honestly know what the original plan was. She didn’t much care either, because the moment that she had found out Andrew was dead she had developed a bloodlust. One that could only be satisfied by Durant’s own life blood. She wanted him dead more than she wanted anything else and so as the plans had fallen into place, both hers, and Ares’ and Aurora’s, because yes, some of the ideas had come from her sister, Anicka was promised a piece of time. Blood for blood. The flames that licked at the man’s body as his screams echoed around the Atrium. She had the pleasure of knowing just how long his suffering was going to last. There was power in that, just as there was power in the flames themselves. @ares was secrets, and shadows, all of the Wentzells were to an extent, but Ares thrived on them. Anicka was fire, and as she stepped back from the heat of the flames her face was flushed, but she was smiling.

It was a wicked, almost cold smile, in the face of the flames that she had under her control… Her wand, and her eyes, never left the man that was burning as she moved back to stand on the other side of her bratranec. Ares was facing the room as a whole, and she had her back to them. They didn’t matter, what mattered was what was going on directly in front of her. She would support him, and stand beside him… but she would watch the Minister die the same painful way that Andrew had… Only Anicka would make damn sure that this hurt even more… Without taking her eyes off of the writhing, dying, man, Anicka spoke to the woman on the other side of Ares. @jacqueline shouldn’t have been up there, Ares knew that she wasn’t like them. She was good, and she was kind, and not the least bit a Death Eater. Yet here she was, and Anicka didn’t know if that was brave, or stupid, but she thought the quiet reminder of “Respirer…” might have been helpful to the other witch….

She knew that her bratranec was going to speak. That there was even more to this plan than just burning the Minister at the stake… Which she could admit she was having a rather lovely time doing. She was entirely oblivious to what was happening behind her, well, not entirely oblivious. She could hear the crowd, and knew that they were watching what she was doing. They were supposed to be watching Ares, and they would, as soon as he opened his mouth, but for the moment the burning Minister was the show, and she would give them everything she had for it. Another flick of her wrist, and another jet of cursed flames headed for the man… his screaming slowly starting to fade away as she chuckled darkly. She was killing him, they were killing him, slowly, and messily, and painfully. He would die the death of someone that must pay for their crimes, crimes that were so vile, and so irredeemable that death was not even a good enough end. She wanted more than that… She had wanted righteousness. What she had settled for, was revenge.

Dress

Blair was ready for this… They had been this way a long time, the oppressed, the used, the downtrodden. They were supposed to be the ones on top. They were supposed to be the ones that were going to win this thing. They were the ones that were supposed to be leading the world into the future. Not the scum that was currently doing it. Not the Minister that had trapped them all, that had set them on fire. Not the man that had sought to burn them all alive. Blair knew that the Death Eaters surrounding this hall and killed more people than were gathered here. She was sure that their body count had to be exorbitant really, and she doubted very much whether the man that was screaming up there behind Wentzell had killed anyone in his entire life. Blair was sure that there were plenty of people in this room that deserved to die. But until the order came she would suffice to watch the one. Listening to his screams had been enough to bring a smile to her face, and she was watching with a sort of glee at the fact that he was up there dying.

There were people that she trusted situated around the outskirts of the room. Those that were here for the exact same reason that she was. They were here to await the order that came at the end of Wentzel’s speech. The Death Eaters had heard him speak before, and they knew what it was that was coming. The end of an era, the dawn of a new age, whatever the man decided to call it, they had finally gotten here and that was what mattered the most. They were going to take back their world, and they were going to do it with gusto. She could appreciate the show that was playing out in front of them all right now, but Blair knew that there was more to it that just that. There was a sense of rightness that was going to come from all of this. At the end of the day, they were the ones that were going to come out on top, and there were plenty of those that were going to end up dead.

She knew that they weren’t supposed to kill anyone yet, bu the desire to do so had her fingers twitching around her wand. She wanted to torture someone. She wanted to hear them scream and beg for death, only to deny it to them. Blair wanted to torture someone to the brink of insanity and then pull them back from it. She wanted to repeat the process over and over again until there wasn’t enough of a mind left to save. She wanted to make an example of someone, and right now any mud blood in this atrium would work. She didn’t give a damn who they were, she would even take a halfblood if they got in her way. She would put an end to a few, and then, like a cat with it’s mouse, she would toy with one until she got bored… only then would she decided if her play thing would live… or die…

Outfit

Avery had spent the last two decades quietly hiding in plain sight. He had been younger then, barely in his thirties, and he and Addison had just started talking about having kids, when that had been pushed to the back burner. There were things that were more complicated when you were a pureblood there for awhile, and they hadn't thought that they were really ready for that. There was no option other than to have children eventually though. Avery was the eldest Avery son after all. He had to have heirs of his own, and so it was at his insistence that they had Rebecca. A girl was, well, a girl, and Avery didn't love her any less because of it, but no matter that Addison didn't want kids at all, he insisted on another. There had to be a boy... And then she hadn't woken up... She had slipped away from him, and she hadn't woken up and he had turned to his sister. For the first time in twenty years he had gone scouring that hospital for his twin, and with one look she had come. Telling him that it was time... Avery had believed her, and he had nodded. Watching in silence as his twin sister effectively finished what he had started... Together they killed his wife...

Now he was upset that she wasn't around to see this. She hadn't wanted to bring their children into a world where they would be looked down upon for their blood status. That world was ending today. They wouldn't remember it. Perhaps Rebecca would have vague memories of the things that were happening right now, but he doubted that Parker would remember. He thought that there was always a chance that things wouldn't work out. But then he had seen Wentzell bring the Minister in, and he had watched the flames catch. There was a beauty in death. At least in most death. He had long since been fascinated by it, and Avery watched as the Minister died in front of them. Slowly. There was no doubt that the witch controlling the flames was making it slow... He was waiting for Ares to speak, he knew that he would. The screams were dying down, and the crowd around them was starting to shift, and move. He would speak, and then they would move. There was no more hiding in plain sight, because he was done hiding. They were taking back their world. Today.

Ares had had plans since last winter. It had been ten months in the making to get to this day, and it had been nearly two decades before that. When they had locked him away in Azkaban he had decided that one day he was going to make this all right. He was going to do everything in his power to restore order, to bring back old ways. The current regime was doing nothing but hurting and they were hurting the wrong people. It was the mud bloods that did not belong. It was them that Ares would see eradicated, them that they would cleanse their world of. Because the purebloods, and even the halfbloods belonged to this world. They were born here, they understood the traditions, the practices, the ways of old. There were plenty of those that were not of pure decent that were still of the right mindset. That believed the right things. Ares was not a stupid man. He knew that he had to trust that the halfbloods of the right opinion would join them. Any one that stood against them… They would have to die…

That was not the plan for today though. He didn’t intend to take over the entire world in one go. He planned very much on taking it piece, by piece. He would start here. They would take Durant’s life, they would take the Ministry and then they would wait. They would work on the things that could be dealt with legally, the things that they needed to change, the laws that had been pushed through that were nothing short of ridiculous. There were things that needed changed first, because while they were monsters in the eyes of some, they were heroes in the eyes of others, and Ares knew enough to know that they needed to do this right. He would not make the mistakes that the Dark Lord had made. He would not fixate on a boy and a prophecy, and making sure that everything was centered around him not dying. That wasn’t the point anymore. Now the point was to restore what was always supposed to have been. The rightful inheritors of this world stood before them, and around them now. There were purebloods, Death Eaters, and those that stood with that correct mindset, scattered all around the hall. There were Lestranges, and Averys, and Wentzells, and McCraes. There were Malfoys, and Goyles, and Dolohovs. The families were here… and they were taking back their world.

Casting one look over his shoulder and down at Anicka he nodded once and then released Jacqueline’s hand and took a step forward. “You have all been gathered here to bear witness to the happenings today. For those of you that do not know, my name is Ares Wentzell, and as of now, I am your Minister.” He paused for a second and watched as people started to shift uneasily, some of them even began to move, and his voice rang through the Atrium again. “Enough.” He didn’t have to shout, that wasn’t necessary, he could control a room with his voice well enough, anyone stupid enough to continue to move around was stupid enough to die. He didn’t want a lot of bloodshed here today. Enough to make a point, to prove what it was that they meant, mudbloods would die, of course, but that was nothing more than taking out the garbage. “You know who we are. You know what it is that we stand for, and who we once represented. Too many years have passed with members of our society on the wrong end of the spectrum. Today, we will take the first steps towards righting those wrongs that have begotten upon us. We will rise back to the stations that we once held, we will cleanse our society of those that have long since proved that they are unfit to live among us, and especially those that have sought to lead us. A new era is upon us. An era of both old traditions, and new rules. An era in which those that should lead, by blood, birthright and betrothal, will make the decisions that will lead us into the future.”

Ares paused once more and then raised his chin and swept his eyes around the room. There were Death Eaters scattered all throughout. They knew their orders. When he gave the word they could kill anyone that tried to run, anyone that fought back, so long as they were not of pureblood. The mudbloods would be leaving this place in a matter of minutes, and whether that was under their own power or not, well that would depend on just how quickly and quietly they got to the exits. He would make an announcement, there would be a moment where they could get out, and then he would unleash the Death Eaters on them, and he would not contain them. They had been contained for far too long. Letting them kill any mud blood that was stupid enough to remain in this building, well there was no harm in that. He spared a glance over his shoulder at the man that he had tied to the stake… The fire was licking at what he now thought to be a corpse. There was no more movement… no more screaming, or even moaning… the man was dead, and still Ares knew that Anicka was playing with the flames at his side. “You know who you are. You have two minutes.” Ares’ words were cold, and they left no room for debate or discussion. “Get out. The rest of you, get back to work.” With a nod that he was sure the rest of the Death Eaters could see he glanced at his watch… in thirty seconds the first mud blood would be dead, and that thought made Ares smile as he watched people instantly start to move.