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- 1/1997
Weeks have gone by, and this time, the young Death Eater had lost all sanity that could in fact be lost. Weeks of watching Little Lefevre, or otherwise known as Etoile Lefevre has left Hades in a frenzy. Something about her just drew him to her. Many times he had tried to dispose of the thoughts, seeing her sleep at night, he wanted to kill her, but he could not. Watching her from the moments that he was awake to the moments where he was confident that she was not going anywhere that could lose any sort of track on her. He had a child to raise on his own as well, so he had to make sure that his servant was doing their job. What he needed was a replacement. Though one more time, just one more, and he would take matters into his own hands. Hades was tired of it actually. Losing track, getting it back just to lose it again. It was not that he did not know that Etoile hated him. He knew that she hated him, and he did not care at all. Let her hate him. There was a fine line between love and hate, and Hades was going to make her cross that line just to realize how stupid she has been for avoiding him like this. There was no winning in this, and Hades was ready to go full lengths to get what he wanted, and whomever he wanted. He was a Lutrov, a Morozov and Styx or Zhefarovich combined. There was nothing that he could not have. Hades would see to it that he would win this. Was the man insane? Definitely. Was he hot on her trail? One would say that, but another would say, he was going ahead in the game, and he was seeking this out to a whole new level. There was a new level of a psychotic mind, and his name was Hades Prokhor Lutrov.
Truth be told, Hades did not know where he was exactly. But he did know this; Etoile and her new lover was coming in here. How she managed to rope him in, Hades did not know. From what he gathered, they had not slept together, they had been talking and Etoile may have liked him, or loved him. Hades was fearing the worst, which was why he was in this hotel room. He had overheard them checking out what room, and he had apparated in here without even being seen by anyone. For now, Hades was sitting down, his trench coat waving over his body, and his hand resting on his chin as he thought and thought. It would not be long until they were in here. He knew the signs of two people about to make love. Hades has never done this before, and he was going to be pleased if it worked. It had to work, because Hades knew his way with people. All it took was someone to show one sign of weakness, and he could use that to his advantage. Hades smirked silently to himself, as he could hear others around. People walking to and fro, and none of them realized the drama that was going to become of this. Hades glanced over at the chair with his onyx eyes, next to the bed. This was going to be interesting, and he was going to piss off Etoile, again. He doubted that this would have happened if she had never falsely dressed up as a blonde, followed him around like a lost puppy. Hades was not a man to be messed with. Anyone could tell that from looking at him. The door cracked open, and he sat still as if he were a statue. His smirk was very subtle, but his eyes were nothing short of cold and evil. His eyes cast upon two figures, one male and that woman that had never left his sights since that night, months ago, once they entered the room.
Truth be told, Hades did not know where he was exactly. But he did know this; Etoile and her new lover was coming in here. How she managed to rope him in, Hades did not know. From what he gathered, they had not slept together, they had been talking and Etoile may have liked him, or loved him. Hades was fearing the worst, which was why he was in this hotel room. He had overheard them checking out what room, and he had apparated in here without even being seen by anyone. For now, Hades was sitting down, his trench coat waving over his body, and his hand resting on his chin as he thought and thought. It would not be long until they were in here. He knew the signs of two people about to make love. Hades has never done this before, and he was going to be pleased if it worked. It had to work, because Hades knew his way with people. All it took was someone to show one sign of weakness, and he could use that to his advantage. Hades smirked silently to himself, as he could hear others around. People walking to and fro, and none of them realized the drama that was going to become of this. Hades glanced over at the chair with his onyx eyes, next to the bed. This was going to be interesting, and he was going to piss off Etoile, again. He doubted that this would have happened if she had never falsely dressed up as a blonde, followed him around like a lost puppy. Hades was not a man to be messed with. Anyone could tell that from looking at him. The door cracked open, and he sat still as if he were a statue. His smirk was very subtle, but his eyes were nothing short of cold and evil. His eyes cast upon two figures, one male and that woman that had never left his sights since that night, months ago, once they entered the room.
This is going to be fun....