The Death Eaters were mesmerized to witness the second of it's kind, The Knights, being made by warmth and compassion, rather than the agonizing pain that made the flowerless Dark Mark so similar to the Cruciatus curse. Looking to their Dark Lord, once again many thought that maybe things would have been different if she had not disappeared so long ago, taken from him. Maybe they wouldn't have become the violent creatures they were today. Seeing the utter open adoration upon Lord Voldemort's face, many were still taken by surprise as they thought they would never get used to the emotion so clear on the man that had tortured them all at one time or another. Maybe they could come to love him, and idolized him. But now, as they look even closer, they know that he is no longer the one that solely decides their decisions. The girl kissing the blond haired boy on the cheek is the one that truly rules them, and is more their Dark Mistress than he will ever be their Dark Lord again.