"As for what I think of Severus?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, the corner of his mouth curving. "I am very satisfied with his performance just now."
"Clearly, he did not disappoint me. Those sentimental coward theories deserve nothing but contempt! I think... he has completely cast off that unnecessary weakness."
"Completely cast off that unnecessary weakness?" Herpo realized something and looked at Voldemort as he pressed, "In other words... he was once a weak person?"
Voldemort raised his brows high, his tone sinking. "Weak?"
Herpo's question had stirred up a past he did not want to mention.
Snape was a quite qualified, quite capable servant, and for such a servant, at least before that servant ceased to be useful, he was willing to offer some generosity and mercy.
Just as when Snape had first come before him and told him the contents of the prophecy, seeing Snape's pale and despairing face, he had shown that very mercy and agreed to Snape's lowly plea.
Yet it was precisely because he had agreed to that lowly plea that so many things had happened afterward!
He still remembered that rebounded Killing Curse, remembered the agony of his soul being violently torn apart, remembered those dozen-odd years, more humiliating than death, when he had clung to life like a maggot!
In the end, everything he had suffered had stemmed from that woman named Lily Potter!
It had stemmed from Snape's ridiculous lowly plea, and from the weakness he could never understand!
At that thought, Voldemort only felt the fury in his heart blaze up with incomparable force. Without warning, he raised his Wand, its tip pointing at Herpo.
"Crucio!" He crisply uttered the incantation for the Cruciatus Curse, and piercing magical fluctuations surged out, striking Herpo without the slightest warning.
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