Dementors of the Blakes

Even before I reached the female prisoner's cell, I felt her strong emotions.

Well, not bad, very good, very energetic.

I like such prisoners very much. In fact, the more intense the emotions, the deeper the attachment to happiness, and the more delicious they are.

I have always been very gentle with such people, because I know that the more gentle I am, the more happiness they can inspire, and the more naturally I can get.

Finally, I floated to the door of the cell, and felt the woman inside through a row of iron railings.

She is in pain, but her pain does not originate from the aura of my clan.

In fact, although we Dementors have always followed our instincts, at least in the entire Azkaban, we have a strict hierarchy.

Our leader, our king, will pick out the prisoners he likes first every time, and then distribute the rest of the prisoners to various areas, and in this area, I am the leader.

I have the first taste of pleasure with every new inmate.

This is not only because the first time is always the tastiest, it is also a matter of dignity and authority, the so-called hegemony is like this.

Therefore, before I accept it in advance, those clansmen who escorted the prisoners all the way in must restrain their instincts and maintain the integrity of the food.

Of course, the humans outside don’t understand this. They always think that we dementors are like flies. When they see carrion, they will rush to eat it in groups, as if they are eating anytime, anywhere.

This cognition is actually wrong, it is a kind of prejudice.

In fact, my family is very restrained, just outside, I indulge occasionally, that's all.

Uh, the topic seems to be getting far away. In fact, there is only one meaning I want to express - tonight is my "first night" with this woman.

After tonight, she will be everyone's.

I continued to lean against the door of the cell. In my experience, she should be able to see my tall and straight body clearly. Then, she would be afraid, she would scream, and she would tremble!

Oh, I like women with passion, come on come on.

I waited for her to behave as I expected, but after waiting for a long time, I got nothing.

She ignored me!

how so?I am extremely surprised.

Haven't humans always regarded us dementors as scourges?How could anyone not be afraid of me!Couldn't she see my eerie, backlit, imposing figure standing outside the railing?

I felt her emotions carefully, and found out inconceivably that this woman was indeed in hysterical grief. She was completely trapped in her own world, thus ignoring my arrival...

too exaggerated!This woman is too exaggerated!

Why am I a dementor? Although in order not to frighten the future Mrs. Experiment, I suppressed my instinctive aura, but...but how could she ignore me?

I suddenly felt that my majesty was challenged, stretched out my bloody hand, and slammed on the railing.

The sound of "Dang—" was especially harsh.

"Oh no!!" Probably because my voice was too abrupt, the woman suddenly let out a miserable scream like a firecracker that had been ignited, and then let out a sharp cry, asking me to wait for the dementor All trembling syllables, "MYLORD!!"

... Could this be the sonic attack in human legend?I was startled by her mournful call like a dead man, and took two steps back.

"No! No! The Dark Lord will not die!" The woman suddenly laughed wildly, "The Dark Mark is still there, he will come back, he will definitely come back!"

As if this was not enough, the woman seemed to jump off the bed, rushed to the edge of the railing, grabbed the railing, and was only a few steps away from me standing outside.

I can't see her, but I can smell her clearly. Even though she has been imprisoned in Azkaban, she still has a faint smell of perfume used by noble ladies, and a very familiar smell , Let my heart jump suddenly.

But before I could wait for my little heart to jump twice, the woman made an even harsher voice: "LORD, DARKLORD!! He's not dead, he's not dead!!!"

okay!I see! ! !

I became annoyed for a moment, thinking that this woman is really unique, even if I suppress my aura now, there is absolutely no prisoner who has the courage to rush to the feet of a dementor and scream like this.

I said that she was trampling on the dignity of our clan.

I decided to show her some strength first, and my instincts were fully activated, and I suppressed her directly.

The woman seemed to freeze all of a sudden, darkness and coldness would envelop her, her hope and happiness would be far away from her, and then she would be enveloped by nothingness.

"Lord..." She murmured in a low voice, as if she could seize courage and think of happiness just by calling this name, but in the end, she still fell limp on the ground.

I clearly heard her cries and the sound of her falling down, her happiness poured into my body continuously, warming my cold body, and I could even feel that the dementors also had Soul.

But I know it's just an illusion.

My race not only feeds on pleasure, but also indulges in this illusion.

We relegate humans to food, but in truth, we envy them being favored by Merlin.

They are creatures of the sun, they have their own happiness, dreams and souls.

This is something our clan doesn't have, and our clan even lacks our own emotions, so we want to snatch it.

And now, her happiness is mine.

Few humans know that while our race is smoking happiness, we can actually peek into that human's memories of happiness.

After all, emotions are born of memories, and the two are inseparable parts. Naturally, it is difficult to forcibly distinguish them. Sometimes I accidentally spy on too many other people's memories, and the lack of emotion in my clan will make the emotions of the clansmen even worse. messed up.

Therefore, I have always avoided touching those memories, so as not to lose my calmness and repeat the mistakes of other clansmen.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

No matter how I avoid looking at those memories by myself, some words and phrases will always flow into my thinking while smoking happiness.

"Dark Lord", "Death Eaters", "Pure Blood"...

In the past, I have always ignored these meaningless words and just wanted to take happiness for myself, but this time, I don’t know which word in it stimulated me. In the woman's memory.

"The prosperity of the Black family can only reach its peak with the help of the Dark Lord!"

"He will bring glory to pure blood!"

……

"I, Bellatrix Black, offer my allegiance to you, my lord."

"I am your most faithful servant."

I suddenly felt dizzy, this woman’s happiness seemed to be related to her “LORD”, blind, but the hottest, this kind of happiness poured into my body like crazy, but it made me unable to feel comfortable .

Ouch, am I indigestion?

I took a few steps back abruptly, trying to suppress my instinctive inhalation again, but found that I couldn't do it.

I was a little scared. I didn't expect the aftereffects of food poisoning to be so serious. This strange and crazy woman, who seemed to be called Bella, jumped from food and experimental materials to a scourge in an instant in my eyes.

My heart trembled, I had drifted to a far corner, and finally got rid of the poison-like happiness, and my heart gradually calmed down.

And it wasn't until then that I realized what was wrong.

My "ugliness", accidentally, was seen by all the clansmen! ! !

In fact, whenever I "eat" for the first time, my subordinates will be scattered around me, waiting for me to rush up to share the food after I finish enjoying the first time.

So obviously, my gaffe just now was all witnessed by my subordinates and my clansmen!

Should I be thankful that the emotions of my family have always been relatively numb, most of them follow their own desires and instincts, and don’t like gossip and small reports, otherwise, I will definitely be the front page news of the "Daily Azkaban" tomorrow.

But even so, I still felt too ashamed. I reached out and tugged at the brim of my hood, making sure no one could see the embarrassment under my hood, and decided to try my best to restore my image.

"Don't touch that woman!" I conveyed my order in my clan's way of communication, "She's mine!"

In fact, I just hope that I can keep that woman in the best mental state as much as possible, and then I can justifiably come back to find the place, otherwise, I will feel ashamed even if I digest it next time!

Well, that's right, that's it!

As for now, I'd better eat something to digest first, the "stomach" needs to be taken good care of, otherwise it will be miserable when I get old, although I still don't know where the stomach of my family grows of.

I thought, I could go see the new male prisoner.

It doesn't necessarily mean that the two assigned to him are all poisonous, right?

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I—a dementor, a dementor who is the team leader, is experiencing the first indigestion in my life, and I am going to eat something good to comfort myself, and now I am on my way.