Alani stood up. "Stop it." she said timidly, Voldemort's eyes turned to her, a lob-sided smile crept on his face. "You look just as beautiful as your Mother did, it's a shame she's dead. You have my eyes, how... Fitting. Everyone, you know of my Daughter, Alanticora. My fellow Death Eaters she is the one I have chosen to be my heir, she is the strongest of my three children, usually people tend to go for their eldest sons but Artemas is a bit too frivolous, he wouldn't have the guts to perform the tasks I ask him to do. But Alani... She has already done the unimaginable." Voldemort spoke in an airy voice as he dragged Alani into the centre of the circle of Death Eaters. 