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Nott, still kneeling in front of me, held tightly to the stump that was all that remained of his severed limb.
His hands and clothes were almost entirely scarlet, stained by the blood that wouldn't stop pouring out.
His pale and weakened face was twisted into an expression of pain, anguish, and an indescribable agony. However, the gleam in his eyes, still fixed on me, was strong and intense, almost tangible.
If looks could kill, I was certain that right now I would already be in the line of the reincarnation cycle… again.
I didn't need to use my empathy to sense the hatred overflowing from Nott. It was pure and visceral, reaching an extreme level. Never in his entire life had he felt such a great desire to cause pain and suffering to someone.
"{Bombarda Maxima}!" Avery's voice echoed, breaking the tension.
He, who had been occupied with his fight, finally managed to break free from the savage skeletons surrounding him, blasting his way through the undead.
Panting, he retreated a few steps, taking advantage of the brief pause to take a deep breath and recover his strength.
He also used that pause to look back toward the opposite side of the battlefield — that's where he had heard someone scream in pain, followed by a furious, familiar roar
As soon as he turned, his eyes immediately caught a scene that confirmed his fears.
However, what he saw was much bloodier than he expected, which made his worried expression turn into shock and panic.
"Clecius!" the name escaped his lips in an alarmed shout.
Hearing that, I turned to look at Avery for an instant.
He was trying to reach us, attacking every skeleton that crossed his path. I could feel all his distress and concern as he looked at his friend.
'Hm' I waved my wand, repairing the skeletons he destroyed and commanding them to attack him again.
After that, I turned back to face Nott.
"So... your name is Clecius?" I looked at the crippled Death Eater, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
Then, with a mischievous spirit, a mocking smile appeared on my face, "Heh... What a ridiculous name,"
Hearing me mock his 'dignified and powerful' name, Nott growled furiously.
"{Avada Kedavra}!"
Warned by my instincts and a shout, I jumped back, just in time to see a green bolt strike the ground where I had been moments before.
Hurried footsteps soon followed, announcing the arrival of reinforcements.
"Can you stand, Nott?" Malfoy asked, crouching down and supporting the wounded wizard.
Beside him were Macnair and Avery, who had managed to free himself from the skeletons with the help of the two Death Eaters.
The three dark wizards stared at me intently, no longer keeping their calm and arrogant expressions.
Seeing the three in front of me, I raised an eyebrow before deciding to look around.
Observing the graveyard, I saw that the number of standing skeletons had decreased, with many shattered and crumbling bones scattered on the ground.
Then I realized, belatedly, that most of my skeletons had already been destroyed.
I had been so focused on attacking Nott and mocking him that I had stopped paying attention to the fights around me. And because of that, I had also stopped repairing the skeletons as they were destroyed.
Thanks to this, those Death Eaters managed to defeat most of them, which allowed some of them to regroup and come to their friend's aid.
'Meh, they weren't useful anymore anyway,' I shrugged, before returning my attention to my enemies.
"Well, CLECIUS..." I began, not missing the chance to mock Nott's name again, "It seems your friends finally showed up to help you."
"But I think they arrived a little... too late," my eyes drifted to his bloody stump.
That also made Malfoy, Avery, and Macnair's eyes fall on the severed limb. Emotions of grief, pity, and fear flickered in their eyes.
Feeling his colleagues' stares fall on him, Nott lowered his head, ashamed and irritated with his own state.
"You know, I've never been foolish enough to lose an arm, but I imagine that must be devastating," I commented, drawing their attention again.
"And in your case, Nott, that must be even worse, right? After all, how are you going to please your master now, since you won't be able to... polish his other wand anymore?"
A cruel, mocking smile curled my lips, "But don't worry. I'm sure your friends here will be more than happy to take your place in such a 'dignified and glorious' service."
Then, under the furious stares of the four dark wizards, I brought my hand to my chin, scratching it lightly.
"Hmm... I wonder if to be a Death Eater, is it required to have a fetish for being humiliated by a snake-faced idiot" I muttered to myself, as if reflecting aloud.
"That bastard!" Macnair snarled. And with fury and indignation, he lunged aggressively forward, only to be restrained by Malfoy's arm.
"Don't listen to him! He's provoking us to make us attack recklessly," Draco's father said, stopping any of his allies from acting.
"Heh, of course I'm provoking you," I said, looking at them with disdain, "What other reason would I have to waste my voice talking to worms as pathetic and weak as you if not for this?"
"But you know, I've been thinking... and I figured out why you're so weak... It's probably because of the incestuous blood running through your veins," I continued, savoring their venomous glares.
"But thinking logically, maybe marrying someone from your own family really is the only way for you to continue your bloodline."
"After all, no woman in her right mind would marry men as incompetent and fragile as you. And so, the only ones left were the crazy women obsessed with pure blood from your own families."
My gaze then fell on the brutish and explosive Death Eater, "But well, maybe that's not your case, Macnair..."
"Unlike the others, you remain single to this day. That means not even the pureblood fanaticism was enough to convince some poor woman to endure your foul smell and grotesque face."
"Or maybe the problem is you, actually..." a malicious smile spread across my face, causing Malfoy to feel a sense of foreboding.
"You probably rejected all the women who approached you because you have a... different preference."
"Maybe what really turns you on is imagining yourself grabbing Lucius by that perfect blonde hair and taking him from behind, while he cries out for—"
"ARRRGG!"
Macnair could no longer stand listening to my mocking and humiliating words.
With a furious roar, filled with rage, hatred, and humiliation, he lunged aggressively at me, ignoring his friends' warnings and attempts to stop him.
"You bastard!" he shouted.
With a sharp flick of his wand, he conjured a large and heavy axe, gripping it tightly with both hands.
The weapon was almost bigger than Macnair himself. It had a thick, long shaft of dark wood, with its head made of iron, sharp and lethal.
Macnair didn't want to defeat me with magic... No. He wanted to feel the visceral pleasure of severing my head with his own hands — just as he used to do in the Ministry, when he served as an executioner.
Seeing the decision this brutish and foolish man had taken, I couldn't help but smile triumphantly.
Noticing my smile, Malfoy's stomach sank. He knew immediately that provoking Macnair was what I wanted — and that I had succeeded.
"Walden! Stop!" he shouted, trying to warn his friend.
But his words fell on Macnair's deaf ears. He was already in front of me, blood and vengeance burning in his eyes.
"Die, filthy mudblood!" the furious wizard roared, raising his axe high.
End.
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