Wrath of the Lich Queen

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Alice appeared in the Ministry via Floo from Potter Manor. Her appearance made everyone else flinch in fear as she made her way to the courtroom that held the Wizengamot session. She was here to settle a score that had been way past due with that incompetent Minister, Cornelius Fudge. Alice had learned long ago that if a man takes your dignity, that you were entitled to some good, old fashioned retribution... and Alice was going to dish out that retribution.

She had changed her attire in favor of a solid black armor with an equally black circlet with a black cape billowing behind her. In her left hand was a wicked-looking staff with a skull held in place by two thick prongs. This was a more feminine version of Mannimarco's regalia with the staff being the infamous Staff of Worms, but in her opinion, she pulled off the look better than the overly ambitious High Elf. At least, that's what Molag assured her. And of course, the Mace of Molag Bal was sheathed on her girdle.

As she glided across the Atrium, she thought about all the ways she could humiliate Fudge before she offed him. The images that entered her mind made her smirk and her glowing pale blue eyes sparked with sadistic glee as she imagined the oh so glorified Minister of Magic broken and on his knees before her, shackled and bloodied. His tongue which spoke of lies was surgically removed, his eyes which ignored the evil within the Ministry were gouged out, and his hands which exchanged gold for "favors" were severed. It was a glorious image that drove the Undead Goddess to ecstasy.

Alice walked into the courtroom, still wearing a smirk on her lips, causing the room to grow silent. "Aw, you were having a meeting and you didn't invite me? I'm hurt." She stated with a giggle.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy demanded with a sneer.

"Well, my dear Lucius. I've come to extract my pound of flesh from your fuck-buddy Fudge." Alice replied, making said politician pale like a ghost.

"Well, I'm sure there's no need for that is there? Look, I made the Daily Prophet retract everything I said! Surely there's no need for further violence!" Fudge pleaded.

"Sorry, Fudge, but when a man takes your dignity... well, there's a saying that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you've scorned me for months. My family honor demands a Blood Price, and if you think that paying me in Galleons is going to settle this feud, then you'd be wrong. I want you broken and bloodied. I want you shackled and on your knees. I want you humiliated before I send you off to Coldharbour for your slights against me." Alice snarled before dragging Fudge down to her level with a wandless Accio.

"Get your wand, Fudge and face me in combat!" She snarled. "Your day of reckoning is here, Fudge. After today, all of Magical Britain will see you for the disgraceful little shit that you are." She taunted as she lifted Fudge up with magic before banishing him into the wall. She followed that up by casting lightning from her fingertips, shocking Fudge, causing Fudge to writhe around in agony. She cut off the lightning, leaving Fudge smoking and groaning in pain.

Alice then unsheathed the Mace of Molag Bal and proceeded to beat the little shit over and over again, eliciting more screams from the incompetent Minister. Some people looked like they were about to interfere, but Alice simply glared at them. "Anyone who interferes in this Blood Feud is going to pay the price. I'd think twice if I were you. You don't want to draw my ire any more than you have already." She warned as she took out an Ancient Daedric Rubedite Dagger and placed it against Fudge's mouth. "You have spoken your last lie, Cornelius Oswald Fudge. I'm going to take your tongue as reparations for your slanderous lies against me. Imperio!" She intoned, eliciting gasps of shock from the rest of the Wizengamot.

-WARNING: TORTURE SCENE AHEAD!-

"Now, Cornelius. Open your mouth." The Imperiused Fudge obediently did so and stuck his tongue out. Alice then used her dagger to slowly and surgically remove Fudge's tongue, causing blood to pour out of his mouth. After she removed his tongue, she then moved her dagger to his bound hands after lifting her Imperius Curse. "You use your hands to exchange gold in order to pass legislations that benefit the Pure-bloods and inconvenience those of "lesser blood", or let Death Eaters off with barely a slap on the wrist. Without your hands, you will no longer be able to use your avarice to benefit Voldemort and his faction." With a swift slice, Alice removed Fudge's hands. Fudge tried to scream, but only ended up choking on his blood.