The unending screams, the undying fire—a scene of destruction and death. Draco sat on the abandoned rooftop, a ferocious smile twisting his lips. His eyes, dark red in the moonlight, reflected a chilling satisfaction. The recent sacrifice had left him dissatisfied.
Knights trampled, kicked, and beheaded the victims; their laughter a macabre counterpoint to the pleas for mercy. Draco watched, finding their brutality strangely pleasing.
A pale little girl ran toward him. One of his knights moved to stop her, but Draco gestured him away. Amidst the chaos, the girl bowed, her trembling body betraying her forced bravery. Her voice, a mere whisper, quivered as she pleaded.
"Please… Your Highness… spare my life."
"Enfer," he stated, the single word a chilling dismissal.
He raised his hand, a simple gesture, yet one that sealed her fate. He gently swift his hand, clean cut, was almost....elegant. He watched, fascinated.
Her smile vanished as her head flew from her shoulders. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at Draco, his smile a grotesque mask half-hidden by his dark hair. The wind ruffled his hair, the crimson strands a stark contrast to the pale moonlight. He watched, fascinated, as life left her eyes.
For him, watching someone take their last breath was the most satisfying thing. It echoed his cruelty towards his own pets as a child.