[HP] Origin

Bomb...?This powerful lethality...

"Then how can I use it?" Bella asked impatiently, with an inexplicable feeling in her heart, maybe...

"There is a fuse on the top of the bomb. Light the fuse with fire and throw the bomb where you want." Christine said casually, fiddling with the gun in her hand.

Another... a weapon that can be used easily without other conditions?

Guns, as long as you choose the right direction and pull the trigger, can cause lethality; explosives, only need a little flame to blow up a big hole in the ground... How many of these so-called ignorant Muggles still have... weapons that are easy to operate ?

Bella suddenly thought of the time when she was practicing black magic in a difficult time, the volume and pause of the spells she spit out.The angle of waving the wand...everything needs to be meticulous and precise, and black magic is different from ordinary magic. Once you make a mistake, it is very likely to bring you a lifetime loss.An excellent combat wizard must be able to use the wand to cast spells on the enemy with the fastest speed and the most precise movements in no matter how harsh the environment is, and to achieve this requires not only excellent combat talent , It still needs decades of hard practice, as well as luck against the sky - not because you will forget yourself because you are immersed in the power of black magic and will eventually be backlashed.Thinking of this, a trace of unspeakable jealousy and embarrassment rose in his heart.

Suddenly, Bella's heart began to beat rapidly, if it was possible...

"Diora, can you give me a gun?" Bella asked Diora. Since she will see such a powerful thing, the people behind the scenes must have plans.

Diora smiled softly and said, "It's getting late, let's go back. My parents were very happy when they heard about your arrival. They specially prepared meals and waited for us. Why don't we talk while we eat?"

Bella nodded slightly, and followed the two sisters towards the looming building in the distance.It seems that all the secrets are hidden there.

The mother of Diola and Christine was a very kind woman, but there was also a bit of dignity in her conversation. It seemed that she was a woman who was used to being in the upper class.And their father was beyond imagination...Gentle, after learning of Bella's arrival, he specially sent the servants and chefs to cook a table full of meals.The taste of the food...really delicious.

After a meal, Bella also gradually understood the identity of the Blair family during the vague inquiries between each other.The Blair family is a new aristocrat rising from England during the Renaissance. Relying on their sensitivity to technology, their special research on business, and their long-standing armed forces, they quickly gained a foothold in the upper class of Britain and entered the political arena.Because the previous patriarch of the Blair family did not have a son to inherit the family, his only daughter became the current patriarch of the Blair family. She is the mother of the two sisters.Although she is a woman, she has a keen political mind and decisive skills. Under her leadership, the Blair family has developed rapidly and is preparing to join the ranks of the British aristocracy.And the father of the two sisters is not an ordinary person. As the heir to the largest gang organization in Europe, the future prospects are naturally limitless.

The rapid development of the Blair family has naturally hindered the interests of many other families. They have been framed and assassinated continuously for a while, and what Bella encountered today was a terrorist attack launched by a dead man bought by a rival family.In recent years, there have been countless terrorist incidents in the Blair family, which is why the family let the two sisters go to Hogwarts after they received the admission notice, because it is far away from political disputes and safe enough.Of course, they also undertake a task, which is to convey to the wizarding world the willingness of the Blair family to cooperate and find a partner.

Of course, this is not for the meager manpower and magic of the wizarding world-even if all the people in the wizarding world add up, they cannot exceed a city in England, but there are potions there.It is conceivable that dittany (white freshness) that can heal wounds in an instant without leaving scars, blood tonic that can nourish blood, and veritaserum that can make people tell the truth can have what kind of effect in this turbulent era.In fact, although wizards reject the existence of Muggles, the Ministry of Magic is still secretly supporting the Queen, which is why the royal family can survive the ups and downs but still stand firm.There is no doubt that being able to contact and conduct transactions with the magic world is what all forces that know the existence of the magic world are most eager to do.This naturally also includes the Blair family.

However, after the two sisters had close contact with the wizarding world, they were surprised to find that the entire wizarding world was in a completely closed state. Both the party advocating the protection of Muggles and the party advocating the elimination of Muggles knew very little about the outside world. , They are all in a state of self-sufficiency, arrogance and arrogance, disdain to give even a sliver of attention to Muggles, and naturally they will not make transactions with Muggles who are weak as ants in their eyes.

In this case, the two sisters chose Bella as a breakthrough.Regardless of the feelings that were gradually cultivated during the encounter on the train and after getting along with each other, Bella, as the eldest daughter of the Black family, a great aristocrat in the magic world, grew up beside Lord Voldemort, who is known as the most powerful person in the magic world. His identity is enough to make the two sisters look sideways.This kind of Bella is definitely the best way for them to knock on the door of the wizarding world and communicate with the upper classes of the wizarding world.But what kind of method should be used to make Bella recognize Muggles and voluntarily lead the way for the Blair family?The Blair family originally planned to take it easy, but when the news came that Bella was assassinated while playing with the two sisters, the family owner's eyes lit up, and the opportunity came!

So there was everything that Bella experienced in the Blair family's manor, and as they wished, Bella did become interested in the weapons and power of the Muggle world.

"That's it. Our weapons are not limited to guns and explosives. In fact, these two weapons are only single-person weapons with low lethality. We are willing to exchange some weapons for potions. I don't know if it is possible." Dio Ra's mother said after explaining everything.

Hearing all this, Bella couldn't deny that she was moved, but: "Sorry, I don't think I'm qualified to make any decisions on behalf of my family or the Death Eaters." Yes, as Bella said in her words In that way, Bella is just a child growing up under the protection of adults. No matter how majestic a giant stands behind this child, she is still just a child and is not qualified to make decisions on behalf of a giant—but: "You can Give me a small amount of weapons, and I will try my best to persuade them to cooperate with you." As an alchemist, Bella is too aware of the hidden value behind these weapons, if she just gives up like this, Bella really has a heart Unwilling.

Hearing Bella's suggestion, the two couples had a little discussion and agreed.

The next day, Bella bid farewell to the two sisters with several guns and a small amount of gunpowder.After sneaking to Diagon Alley to buy some fresh clothes and making sure that there were no wounds on her body, Bella returned to the Slytherin Manor with a normal expression.

As soon as Bella entered the gate, she saw Lord sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking coffee, his movements were slow and elegant, and there was a strange rhythm in every movement, which made people unable to help but be addicted to it.

"Lord, I'm back." Bella said softly to Lord Voldemort.

"Hmm." Lord Voldemort didn't look up, but responded indifferently, and continued his action of drinking coffee without a single pause, as if Bella didn't exist in front of his eyes.

This atmosphere... seems a bit mysterious?Maybe it was because she was hiding things in her mind, Bella felt flustered and terrifying, and an ominous premonition arose.What's going on here

"Lord..." Bella said hesitantly.

"Huh? What's the matter? Lord Voldemort stopped what he was doing and raised his head to ask.

"No...it's nothing." Maybe...just thinking too much.Bella shook her head, comforting herself like this, ignoring the sense of disobedience in her heart, and went upstairs to change her clothes.

In the evening, the table was eerily quiet, save for the murmur of cutlery on plates and the sound of the house-elf as the food was served.Bella's heart was pounding, and Lord Voldemort was just eating there, quietly, without making a sound.

What happened? Lord doesn't seem to be in a very good mood. It seems that he has discovered his hidden little secret, so what is it for?

"Boom!" Just as she was thinking about it, the knife and fork in Bella's hand suddenly fell out of her hand and fell to the floor, making a loud noise.

"What's the matter?" Lord Voldemort, who seemed to be thinking about something, raised his head and asked, his tone was as usual, and there seemed to be nothing special about it.

"Hmm...it's nothing, Lord, I just suddenly remembered something to do." Just as she was speaking, Bella stood up from the table and ran out.Although she didn't know exactly why Lord was unhappy, and she didn't know what she needed to do, but she thought, that might temporarily make Lord's mood better.

In fact, Bella's idea is very simple, she doesn't want to see Lord's downcast expression, so she wants to make Lord happy as much as possible, even if it is only a little bit, it will make Bella feel full of fulfillment.

Have something to do?What's up? A trace of doubt rose in Lord Voldemort's heart, but it faded away immediately.It's just other people's other things, so what does it have to do with him?He is just...a heartless person, heartless, loveless...Thinking like this, Lord Voldemort's thoughts suddenly returned to the day before...

☆, resignation

The day before, Lord Voldemort was dealing with business in his study as usual, when suddenly a phoenix knocked on the window outside, it was Dumbledore's Fawkes. Lord Voldemort snorted disdainfully, walked over to open the window, and the phoenix flew in staggeringly, standing on the desk with his head held up proudly, with a letter in his mouth.Same annoying gesture as that old fox.

Lord Voldemort walked over and pulled out the letter from Fox's mouth, tore open the seal and unfolded the letter to read.

Dear Tom:

If you don't mind, can you come and meet me in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts?I think there are some things we need to discuss.

Ps, raspberry jam is my favorite.

love you,

Albus Percival Woolfric Brian Dumbledore

...Old fox, one day you will drown in sweets! Lord Voldemort suddenly became irritable for some reason, he knew what Dumbledore was looking for him to do, yes, that old fox has been preparing for this matter recently, of course he knew, but, even the Death Eaters internally There are many disputes about this matter, and everyone holds different opinions.No matter how powerful he is, he can't stop others from thinking, can he? Lord Voldemort's mood became worse, and the redness in his eyes deepened. Since the old fox will come to him, then the matter must have been settled... While he was getting restless, Lord Voldemort suddenly saw someone standing aside waiting for a reply. Fox's eyes lit up.

Fox, who was fluttering his feathers on the table, suddenly felt a chill hit him.Hiss, it's so cold.

"Dangdang!" There was a knock on the door, and Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the desk, opened his eyes: "Please come in."

Lord Voldemort walked in with an elegant posture, and walked in with a harmonious rhythm with every step. His red eyes met Dumbledore's. He was peaceful without a hint of anger, and the whole office instantly entered a wonderful atmosphere.

"Flopping!" There was a sound of flapping wings, and a featherless chicken wobbled and fell to the front of Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore took a closer look, and a line of old tears almost burst out: "Fox~S!!" The voice was trembling and ecstasy, one person, one chicken, and four eyes met each other, with a glance of ten thousand years...

"Ahem, I'm sorry to bother you, but I don't think you didn't ask me to come here to see how deep your relationship is." Lord Voldemort folded his hands and sat down unceremoniously, looking at the scene in front of him and interrupted road.

The accusing eyes of one person and one chicken immediately fell on Lord Voldemort, looking at you, looking at you again, I will kill you with my eyes! !

A chill rose from Lord Voldemort's body, but thinking of the expressions on the faces of his myrrh masters when they saw the phoenix feathers and tears, Lord Voldemort decided to ignore these: "Speak, Dumbledore... Headmaster, I am here today What's up?"

Hearing that Lord Voldemort was talking about the business, Dumbledore reluctantly exchanged a last look with Fawkes, then sat up straight, put on a smile, wrinkled his face like an old chrysanthemum, and said, "Tom... "

"I think I seem to have said many times that I don't like this title. I can assume that you have reached the point where your memory has deteriorated? Let such an old man be the headmaster, I am really worried about the future of Hogwarts ’” Lord Voldemort interrupted bluntly.

Ignoring Lord Voldemort's words, Dumbledore continued to laugh and said, "Would you like some cotton candy cupcakes? This is a new variety from Honeydukes Candy House. Well, it's delicious." While talking, Dumbledore took a small The cake was put into his mouth, revealing his bulging cheeks.

Lord Voldemort looked at the pink cake in disgust, and shook his head resolutely.

"Well, children like to eat this cake the most now, Tom, you should communicate with the students more to understand what they think and what they like, so that you can be a good professor."

"I think the NEWTs scores of the students over the past few years have demonstrated my ability to become a professor, and I don't need to prove it by eating this kind of food." While speaking, Lord Voldemort looked at the pink one with disgust. lump.If it weren't for the fact that the Honeydukes store greatly enriched his wallet, he would have closed the store long ago.Yes, the Honeydukes Candy House, like the Slytherin Manor, is the property left by the Crown Prince of Slytherin, although he has never understood what the Crown Prince Slytherin had in mind before deciding to open a candy house .

"But, Tom, there is no doubt that you have so little communication with these children. They hardly see you except in class. Do you know these children? They don't even know when they are in trouble. Who are you looking for?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"I think, no matter how many weeds are stuffed into their brains, as long as they have legs and mouths, they should know that they should come to my office to ask questions. As for the troubles of life..." Lord Voldemort snorted disdainfully: "Their superiors What do the principal, the dean, and you, the principal, do? Do they have to come to me, the poor, little Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to solve it?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "You care too little about the children, you treat them too bluntly, don't do this, have love, use love to care for them, love them, and care for their growth. You are too hard on them. not enough."

"Attentively? Chick!" Lord Voldemort sneered, "I taught them a lot of things that other wizards couldn't learn. Isn't that enough?"

"No," Dumbledore sighed: "Tom, as I said before when you came to apply for the second time, you are still ignorant in some areas, ignorance is terrible. Children need love to water them." of."

"Love! It's your old argument again. Is love stronger than my magic? Ha! It's a pity that I didn't see how powerful those who have the so-called love are!" Lord Voldemort's irritability became more intense, love!How could he be qualified to say such a thing!

"Well, what about your Death Eaters? Over the past few years, you have spent a lot of time at Hogwarts. What about them?"

"I think it doesn't seem to matter to you what happens to my friends, not to mention that the Death Eaters have not developed slowly over the past few years, have they?" Lord Voldemort directly interrupted Dumbledore.

"While it's nice to hear you call them friends, as far as I know, the Death Eaters don't seem to approve of you teaching at Hogwarts... I'm sorry, Tom."

"..." Lord Voldemort had the urge to stretch his hand towards his wand at that moment, but he stopped his movement immediately.

"Because of various reasons, the Hogwarts Board of Directors thinks that you are temporarily unqualified for the position of Hogwarts professor, and has decided to let you leave for a period of time. The pass rate is determined to be 70%." Dumbledore said in a heavy voice.

Lord Voldemort closed his eyes, clenched his hands tightly, and then let go: "Dumbledore, I can only say that sometimes your cruelty is worse than death." After saying this, Lord Voldemort turned and walked out of the principal's office , with his back straightened up, his movements as graceful as ever, he didn't want to hear any more words from Dumbledore.

A sigh overflowed from the not-closed principal's office.

A day passed, Lord Voldemort didn't deal with things as usual, he didn't want to think about anything, he didn't want to take care of anything, he didn't want to see anyone.

In the Hogwarts board of directors, the descendants of the four founders and the other three each hold 5% of the shares, Slytherin holds 10% of the shares, and other minor nobles each hold 1% to 2% of the shares. The decision-making power of the unknown family will be temporarily represented by the headmaster. At present, only 30% of the shares can be controlled by the headmaster, while most of the other shares are in the hands of the nobles in the magic world, among which the nobles of Slytherin have 50%... …and it was under these circumstances that he, Lord Voldemort, lost his position as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

A lonely expression suddenly slipped across Lord Voldemort's face, and then the expression disappeared without leaving a trace.

Lord Voldemort finished his dinner quietly, simply tidied his clothes before going upstairs to his bedroom. For some reason, he suddenly felt very tired and just wanted to rest.And Bella, who ran out, didn't show up again until he finished his dinner.

After returning to the bedroom, Lord Voldemort entered the bathroom and began to take a shower. His perfect figure, handsome and screaming appearance could be seen on the misty mirror. On the ground, Lord Voldemort suddenly showed a smile, a smile as happy as it was about to cry.Appearance, power, identity, and status are nothing but ridiculous things. Only power and life can be held in one's hands!Love, trust something, scoff! Lord Voldemort let out a sneer. There was no betrayal, but the benefits obtained from the betrayal were not large enough.

The sound of running water in the bathroom gradually died down. Lord Voldemort stood up from the bathtub, reached for a towel, and walked out while wiping himself.His nightgown was on the bed in the back room.

"Huh?" Lord Voldemort, who came out of the bathroom, was suddenly startled by the figure sitting on the sofa outside. For a moment, his hands that were wiping his body froze there, forgetting his movements. The water droplets on his body reflected the light, flickering flashing.

"Lord... um!" Bella heard the bathroom door open and hurriedly stood up to meet it, then her face turned red and she immediately turned around: "I, I didn't see anything!" Bella called.But... Lord's figure... is really good... The blush on Bella's face deepened.

"Um..." It's not like I haven't seen it before, as for it? The corners of Lord Voldemort's mouth twitched. He was only a little surprised at the beginning because there was someone in the room, and then he relaxed after seeing that it was Bella. After all, Bella has not been resting in his room for the past few years At least, his room has long been open to Bella: "Help me get a bathrobe in the inner room."

☆, one night, turning point

"En, yes." Bella walked around Lord Voldemort to the back room with a blushing pretty face, and took out her bathrobe. Lord Voldemort naturally opened his hands and waited for Bella to put on his bathrobe.

After Bella put on the bathrobe for Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort walked to the edge of the sofa and picked up a cup of coffee that Bella brought when he came in, took a sip, and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter."

He felt very tired today, and he didn't have the heart to play with the little girl. If it wasn't for Bella, he would definitely drive her out without mercy.In fact, even if it was her, he didn't intend to spend much time listening to the little girl's troubles.

"Hmm..." Bella pursed her lips lightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to send the thing out: "Yes, this is it, please accept it." Bella took out a small notebook and handed it over.

"Huh?" What is this? Lord Voldemort took it from Bella with some doubts, and opened the black cover. What he entered was a full-body photo of Lord Voldemort himself. He was wearing a black wizard robe, holding a magic wand and pointing forward. His eyes were sharp, and there was a big word beside it: Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, the return of Slytherin!

...this...was the headline in the Daily Prophet when he first started the Death Eaters. Lord Voldemort looked up at Bella suspiciously, not understanding why she would show him this.But after seeing her nervous eyes, Lord Voldemort decided to continue watching.Just a little editing.

He continued to flip through the diary, and different versions of him appeared in front of him: the first time he formally advocated the Death Eater; the first time he spoke at the Ministry of Magic meeting; Magic; his declaration of succession to the Slytherin family; his toast at the banquet; his dining scene... and so many more, some of which he can't even remember when they were taken.Some of these photos can be found to be cut out of newspapers at a glance, some are obviously taken secretly, and some of them have his signature on them...

These……

Looking at these photos, Lord Voldemort suddenly found that the irritability and fatigue in his heart had disappeared unconsciously. He didn't know that there were still people looking at him like this...

"Why?" Lord Voldemort said hoarsely, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"...I don't know, it's just that I suddenly thought of... You, don't be unhappy, many people love you very much, and everyone will be sad to see you sad." Bella's nervous heart almost jumped out.Because she didn't know that Lord would be in a bad mood in advance, she couldn't prepare something that would make him happy right away, so she had to take out this most important thing to her.This is what she has collected little by little every day for ten years. She doesn't know if Lord will like it. She just wants to make him understand how important he is in the eyes of many people, and what an excellent existence he is; , loved by so many people...

"Love...?" Lord Voldemort squeezed out these two words from his throat, and suddenly hugged Bella, buried his head behind Bella's back, and an unknown sound came out of his throat.

"L...Lord!" Bella froze nervously, completely unable to understand what happened.What's going on here?"

"No...it's nothing. Go to sleep." Lord Voldemort let go of Bella, and raised his hand to signal her to go out.

? "...Yes..." Bella looked at the Lord's silent face like a marble sculpture for some reason, she whispered, and turned to leave.Perhaps, the Lord didn't like this gift.But yes, he has seen so many items, noble, elegant, exquisite, and meticulous... How could he fall in love with such a simple little thing like himself.

"Gift...I like it very much." Bella was about to open the door and go out when she suddenly heard such a voice behind her.Bella turned her head suddenly, only to see a figure from the back who entered the inner bed.

"Yeah!" A burst of joy rose from the bottom of her heart, and Bella suddenly felt that her steps were much lighter. She happily closed the door and went back to the bedroom.

Very good! Lord loves this gift!Bella fell asleep with overwhelming excitement.

Lord Voldemort, who was lying on the bed on the other side, couldn't fall asleep for some reason for a long time. He obviously felt sleepy just now, but now he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Lord Voldemort got up, picked up the black notebook from the bedside cabinet, and gently stroked it with his fingers. The thick sheepskin brought a rough touch, and every word of the cuts and comments in it was carefully written. It can be seen that this is an old notebook, but every page inside is well protected, without a single wrinkle. Its owner must be taking good care of this notebook.

Lord Voldemort shook his head lightly, why bother?With so much heart for someone like him who doesn't understand love at all... No matter how nice you are to him, you won't get anything in return... Everyone knows this, don't they?He was just a heartless and heartless monster, both when he was in the orphanage and after he entered the magic world... Therefore, he should only have conflicts of interests around him, and no one who treats him sincerely!

"My child, love is the greatest power in this world." Dumbledore's words echoed in his ears, and Lord Voldemort's complexion suddenly became distorted, and he threw the notebook to the ground.Everyone is saying that he is ignorant and has no love, but who has ever loved him! That old guy Dumbledore only knows how to say sarcastic remarks, and only knows to keep looking at him with scrutiny and suspicion, haha , It’s ridiculous to say that he doesn’t understand love, why doesn’t that old guy let him see what love is!Love, where the fuck is that!

And the Death Eaters, these mercenary guys, said on the surface that they love him, care about him, and follow him. Once their own interests are involved, they will run faster than each other!If he can't bring them benefits and a high status, who will come to see him?I used to think this would be home, but in fact, it is just a group held together by interests... The one who can make them loyal is actually not Lord Voldemort at all, it is just power, it is just power, and power brings them the threat of...

Lord Voldemort glanced at the notebook lying on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to pick it up. Lord Voldemort stretched out his hand to open it gently, and one after another glamorous photos flashed by, but they were only on the surface, as if this seemingly perfect person had already become an empty shell inside, filled with rotten existence... just like These so-called love, worship, and loyalty are just hypocrisy and completely rotten things!

"Torn apart!" A beautiful wandless magic was used, and the black book suddenly shattered. Countless white pieces of paper flew into the sky, scattered, and then fell extremely lightly on the carpet. After rolling a few times in a lonely It stopped on the carpet, motionless, and half of Lord Voldemort's cold and sideways face was lying on the carpet alone.A cruel smile slipped across Lord Voldemort's lips. No matter how hard he tried, he could only end up like this. This is him, Lord Voldemort!

"Tom, you are a child of the devil, no one will like you!"...

"You should be hanged on the gallows, no, you should be burned, and then thrown into the Thames to feed shrimp!"……

"You must return these things to them, and you must be clear: Hogwarts will not tolerate theft!"  …

"She married that disgusting Muggle with a little bastard!"  …

"Devil, you are a devil just like your mother! Go away, devil, you are not my son! Get out, die!!"...

Heh, an unexpected birth, a childhood full of malice and disgust, a student age full of suspicion, an adulthood full of intrigues... He, Lord Voldemort, really failed, hated by so many people, I don’t know how many people are cursing behind his back now Let him die sooner!

Since none of them wanted him to survive, then he had to live, and live better than anyone else!He wants to have eternal life and control everything!No matter how much those people hate him, how much they fear him, they can only curl up at his feet, trembling and begging, looking up at him...

like?That's ridiculous, what's the use of such a thing?Only the weak can use love to cover up their inner fragility...and loneliness.

Lord Voldemort glanced at the scattered white fragments on the carpet...

The lights go out and darkness descends.

In the dream, it seemed that someone was hugging him gently, humming a sweet song...

who is it?What are you saying to him?The voice is sweet, as if, with a hint of cocoa aroma.who is she?

In the next few days, the Slytherin manor was always in a depressing and terrible atmosphere. Lord Voldemort's bad mood didn't seem to ease in the slightest, he still didn't deal with the documents, he pushed back all the appointments for the occasions he needed to attend, shut himself in the laboratory every day, he didn't know what he was tinkering with.

Bella was very worried, but she didn't know what to do. It seemed that her gift didn't improve Lord's mood. Many people asked Bella about the situation, but Bella could only helplessly express her helplessness. She could only watch on the sidelines and worry. After a few days, Bella put down all the experiments she was doing, and focused on the kitchen every day, tinkering with all kinds of food, just to make Lord Eat more at mealtimes.

Ten days later, Lord Voldemort walked out of the laboratory, convened a gathering of all Death Eaters, and added a new pattern to the original Dark Mark. When the mark was marked, the person who marked it would sense the rebellion in his heart. Punishes the marked, and once the mark is created, it never disappears.So far, hereafter