Chronicles Of Arth: Prince Of Shadows

The lady froze and glared at Arth with a murderous gaze.

Arth finally got a good look at the prisoners, the woman had a gaunt and skull-like face, but it was clear that she used to be a great beauty. The man beside her was a tall, thin man with a blank stare and very dark hair.

The lady grasped the bars with a ferocious look.

"What did you say?"

"I said I'm not into older women."

The lady lunged at Arthur only to be blocked by bars.

"You little brat! You think I have a thing for a child? The only one who can satisfy me is the Dark Lord himself! You dare compare yourself to him? You dare-"

"Calm down Bella, screaming won't solve anything."

"Shut up Rodolphus. You are the reason why we got caught. I told you that we should've ended it quickly but nooo, you wanted to break the both of them. I told you that we could always play with the muggles but you had to do it on a couple of useless wizards."

"We've been through this multiple times. It wasn't my fault, the hell was I supposed to know that the aurors were on our tail?"

"Well because of your silly mistake, the time the lord requires to recover has increased! Oh my powerful Dark lord, how I wish to revel in his glory once more."

Arth raised an eyebrow.

"I think you are going crazy miss and sir."

The woman smiled.

"You are right, we are going insane from not being able to serve the dark lord and helping him."

Arth clicked his tongue.

"Well you sure are lucky that the dark lord is still out there huh, imagine if he had died."

"What do you mean?"

"Well he tried to steal the sorcerers stone last year, haven't you guys been reading the news?"

"..."

"Oh wait, you guys are prisoners, that was an ins.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e question. My bad."

"..."

"Can I please kill him? Do what we did to the couple."

Rodophus snapped.

"If you can torture him then do it. Hell why don't you break us out while you're at it."

"Don't get bitchy with me."

"You want to f.u.c.k.i.n.g go?"

"The dark lord is the only one for me!"

"Then go over to your dark lord and divorce with me! The dark lord can have you if he wants."

"Fine! Divorce with me."

"I will."

Arth knocked on the bars to catch their attention.

"Um excuse me but you can't really divorce while you are in prison. You have to get out first."

"..."

"..."

"I mean first you have to file a petition and sign a Temporary Order, if you have a child-you don't have child do you?"

Seeing the blank look on the couples face, Arthur decided they did not.

Well, if you don't have a child then that's one less step. Next is Service of Process, you need proof that both of you want to divorce. After you've done that, you can move on to the Response stage. Here you can decide on who owns the land and how much of the money one receives."

Arth sat down and took out a book from within his bad.

"Let's see... ah, next step is to negotiate on anything you disagree on. If you can't come to an agreement then you need to go to trial."

"Finally, the Order of Dissolution. After that is finished, then you two will be officially divorced. Seems a bit impossible if you guys are imprisoned inside of Azkaban right?"

Speechless, the two stared at Arth with blank faces, as if confused by what was going on.

Arth put away his books.

"Hmmm, may have your names?"

Arthur glances at the name plate next to the cells.

"Bellatrix And Rodolphus Lestrange I see... yeah, that really is going to be hard for you two to divorce. You two are in a high security cell so I do wish you luck. You are probably going to stay with each other for the rest of your lives."

Arth left the stunned couple and continued his journey. He could hear a huge commotion behind him as soon as he left.

"YOU-(Another massive censoring because I honestly don't want to write-or is it type?- too many cuss words and plus the words she use are too graphic to explain in words.*lol, that was a contradictory but who cares* imma end this censoring now. Enjoy~)-IM GOING TO CUT OUT YOUR BONES FOR MAKING FUN OF ME LITTLE BRAT!"

Arth walked up the stairs that lead to the next floor and said hello to a couple of other prisoners. The greeting he received weren't often friendly.

Arth peeked in the cell and knocked on the bars a few times.

"Hello?"

The man didn't respond.

Suddenly, a voice from across the cell spoke up.

"Don't even try, he is dead."