The Malfoy Project

Prologue

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Here's the thing about evil.

Sometimes, there is no grand show of power;
no smashing of a destructive, godlike hand onto a mortal plain;
no heavenly thunder to destroy a lower being.

You have to remember it was once something bright;
crystalline and petal-soft;
dewdrops dancing on flowers on an April morning.

Until it is crushed.

And then it withers into the form of serpents that, like shadows in the night,
crawl onto your bed and into your heart,
winding itself around that beating organ.
Choking. Consuming.

Here's the thing about evil.

It can have a pretty face;
with luscious locks of dark hair,
a high, slender nose,
and fiery eyes that burn like jewels in the night.

It can possess a velveteen voice,
cajoling you into the lions den
with a song and dance
about how you, too, can be a lion.
You, a weak, insignificant sheep.

And it will not be a lion that kills you.
It will be your own ignorance.

Here's the thing about evil.

It is always grown from a seed.

Some choose to water it
with warmth, friendship, intrepidity, hope.

Some choose to feed it
with lust, desperation, narcissism, hatred.

And then there are the unlucky few,
who do not have a choice at all.

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