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After I got rid of those first two Death Eaters I found I continued my hunt, having no goal or intention other than to eliminate as many of these scum as possible.
I spent a lot of time roaming the forest, following the sounds and feelings of agony, and in my relentless pursuit I found other small groups of Death Eaters, and I even found those who were confident or foolish enough to be alone.
And those who were alone were my main targets, being easier to deal with, mainly because in this dark forest I decided to use the silent hunting strategy with ambushes.
Of course, I also went after a few groups, with the focus being those who were terrorizing or torturing other wizards and muggles.
In total I'm pretty sure I killed at least 13 Death Eaters, and yet the number of these vermin hadn't decreased, making me realize how rotten the wizarding world was to have so many evil people like that.
Another thing I noticed was that with each murder of mine I became less tense. I expected to be indifferent to their deaths, but that's not what happened.
The more I killed these Death Eaters the more I craved another victim, and with each dark wizard I encountered and attacked, I acted more violently.
And at a certain point, I started to realize that I wasn't killing them quickly anymore. Now I was toying with them, cornering them before I made them suffer with any painful spell I knew.
And hearing their cry of pain, and their looks of despair brought me immense satisfaction.
I knew there was something wrong with me, but I didn't care, as I never once thought of attacking an innocent person, and to tell you the truth, I couldn't see any of these monsters I killed as human beings.
Dumbledore could question and despise my methods, but unlike him I could feel what was deepest in people, being their feelings, emotions and even thoughts.
And when I come across an innocent and fragile person, being hurt by someone disgusting and vile, I reserve the right to act in any way I want, and do whatever is necessary to make that human trash suffer ten times as much as their victims suffered.
But leaving these matters of morals aside, I continued looking for prey, and using my senses I felt a large group of magical signatures not far from me, and their emotions told me that they were afraid and angry, and realizing that they were in danger, I immediately accelerated towards them, honing my physical skills to the maximum to arrive as soon as possible.
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In front of a large burning pink and yellow tent was a group of women, from old people to children, and they were all sitting on the ground leaning against each other, with the women holding the children and placing them protectively at the back of the group.
Some women had expressions of fear, which came mainly from the younger ones, while the others either showed anger and hatred or pain, as some of these women had some injuries on their bodies.
And in front of these women was a group of four men wearing black robes and white masks. These men, obviously Death Eaters, were pointing their wands at these women, amusement and malice in their gazes.
"We still have some time before the Aurors start acting," one of the men, who had a youthful voice, said, looking at his companions.
"Sigh, too bad, I wanted to find some more filthy Muggles to test my spells" a Death Eater to the left of the group said in disappointment.
"Don't look so sad" the middle one, who was further ahead started talking, "We may not have time to hunt more muggles, but we have these creatures in front of us to have fun with"
And with that sentence the second death eater chuckled lightly.
"Oh, you're right," he said, trembling with anticipation.
And his companions didn't say anything to his strangeness, having already gotten used to his somewhat sadistic personality.
Some of the women who knew English looked at the men in fright, but some gathered their courage and began preparing to attack.
Three women then rose to their feet, feathers growing on their arms as balls of flame erupted from their hands.
But before they could do anything ropes came out of nowhere and trapped their arms, and as they tried to shake themselves free the man in front, who appeared to be the leader, spoke.
"Oh, if I were you I wouldn't do that... Or we might end up missing the target and hitting those little veelas hehind you" he said in a conversational tone, pointing his wand at the little girls hidden protectively in the other women's arms.
And listening to them, these three veelas gained expressions of panic, before lowering their heads.
"Please don't hurt them" one of them said in English.
"Hmm, I don't know. They seem interested in becoming our guinea pigs," he said, cocking his head.
And with that sentence the other veelas also started begging him not to do anything with the children, with some speaking in English, others in Bulgarian and a small part in French.
And ignoring these women's pleas, the leader of this group of Death Eaters turned to his sadistic friend.
"So what do you think?" he asked.
"Well..." the sadist started to say, with everyone being able to hear the cheerful tone in his voice, "An experiment is never complete if there aren't guinea pigs of different species, gender and ages to test"
And with that, a look of horror came over the veelas' face, which only added to the delight of these diners.
"Monstre méprisable" one of the veela growled in French, with a frown on her face that didn't hide her nervousness.
"Hmm, I may not be fluent in French, but I'm sure she's cussing you out" the Death Eater who had been quiet from the start said.
"Oh, that hurts" the sadistic Death Eater began to say, before raising his wand pointing at the group of women in front of him, "But it doesn't matter. Soon these offenses and insults will turn into screams and cries"
And realizing that the men in front of them weren't planning to let any of them free, not even the children, the bravest women began to gather magic in their palms to summon their fireballs, intending to make one last attack to at least save some of the girls.
But as soon as some of them started to get up they froze, feeling a chill creep up their spines.
They then felt pressure descend on them, with a feeling in the back of their minds telling them not to get up, as if their Veela instincts were warning them of immense danger.
And with that frightening feeling these veelas began to sweat and shake, feeling that their breathing was difficult.
And the Death Eaters who noticed their actions burst out laughing.
"See, they were so angry and brave before, but now they're shaking with fear like scared little mice" the youngest death eater said.
"Yes, it looks like they finally understood their place as lesser creatures" the lead death eater laughed, and from his voice it was clear that he was finding the scene very amusing.
The quieter death eater also let out a few light chuckles, but then he noticed that the veelas' gaze was no longer on his sadistic colleague or in the sparks that were coming out of the tip of his wand.
In fact he noticed that they weren't even looking at them, and following their gaze he noticed that they were looking behind them, and he then started to turn around slowly.
"Huh? What the he– Guh!"
"What is it? Did you choke on your own saliva?" the young death eater asked his friend, turning to face him, "!!'
But the vision he saw was of his companion standing, with several spikes of ice piercing his body.
"Fucking hell!" he exclaimed, drawing the attention of the other two, who turned as well.
"What's going—!!... What the fuck?!" the leader said, looking stunned at the death eater who had now started to stagger, with a lot of blood leaking from his mask showing that he was vomiting blood.
This Death Eater then looked at his friends one last time before falling to the ground, taking his last breath.
The three remaining Death Eaters stared at their colleague's lifeless body for a few seconds, until they lifted their heads and looked in my direction.
And the sight in front of them scared them, because the image of a man dressed completely in black with blood stained combat clothes, with a hood covering his face leaving only a part of a white mask visible would obviously scare anyone.
But beyond those above details, what scared them the most was the magical pressure that was leaking out of me and my amber eyes that glowed dangerously in this dark night.
"One down," I said in a muffled, low voice, almost like a growl.
And the three death eaters continued to stare blankly at me, and that made me feel satisfied.
"Three to go" and with that I advanced on them.
End.
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