#(might be about slap tf outta you del)

[daughterofyourdarklord]

"Foolish girl."

Her words cut through air like a dagger, despite that she still wears the marks of His infliction - of hers. Bellatrix's skin is marked by her own nails, four lines coming from just below her ear and down the side of her throat from one of her more sudden jolts of pain beneath Delphini's cruciatus curse. It was agony.

"You hesitated."

Still, it's not the worst she's had, for that she should be grateful.

"You didn't try hard enough."

She is not grateful.

"You didn't mean it."

She is disappointed.

"I have taught you better than that, have I not?" she asks, grey irises flitting over amber in silent demand for an answer, usually loving fingers coming to grip her chin almost too hard, "you do not hesitate, not with this curse." Words are hissed between grit teeth. "And most certainly not when your father demands it of you."

Even if it is to hurt her.

". . .Do you understand me?"

“You think I don’t understand!?” 

Delphini screeches, shaking her head violently to yank her jaw out of her mother’s grasp while taking a step backwards. “I understand perfectly!” Her voice is ringing with a resentment she had not intended on taking out on her mother.

“He knowingly put me in an impossible position! What if He demanded you turn your wand on Narcissa? On Draco? On your own father? On me? You think you’d find that so effortless?”

She should never be speaking of Him in such a way; should never be speaking to her mother in such a way. It doesn’t help that half of her anger is directed at herself. She failed him, she let her emotions get in the way of casting a truly effective cruciatus. He knows she can do better. He was testing her. 

“You think I don’t know exactly what game He’s playing at!?” Delphini has to run both her hands through her hair to stop herself, biting her lip so hard it draws blood. 

“There’s just no need… I would lay my life on the line for Him if he asked! Loyal to the point of my own detriment - to both of you! And that’s the issue isn’t it?” 

She has to remind herself to breathe for a moment, her lungs are on fire. Her heart is on fire, a crescendo of rage blooming inside her still. 

Why is He trying to make me choose? 

Delphini can’t bear to ask.  

“You know… I wish I inherited his glorious disposition to be so apathetic. What a gift it must be.” She nearly laughs. “How unfortunate for me I got your temper instead - and everything that comes with it!” She cements her statement with an open palm to her heart. 

Is it so horrible that she loves her mother too much to torture her? 

“You know just how eager I am to prove myself to Him! Give me a mudblood to rip apart, a traitor to push to the brink of insanity. As if I’d ever shy away from the blood and gore of it all. Please.” She scoffs. “I’ll relish in their screams - there is little in this world I look forward to more! I just can’t - It can’t.. Not you.”