"P....please." The muggle woman, now covered in her own blood and trembling as she lay on the ground before Lucius begged him weakly. "Please just end my life, you have taken my child, my husband. Just kill me." He had to admire her strength, to beg for death when others were pleading for life. He had to admit had he had any sympathy at all for her that he might have granted her request....as it stood he didn't. He turned away from her, not looking at her. "You are going to live with the knowledge that you couldn't save their lives. That because you were weak, unable to protect the ones you loved that you couldn't save them." He said coldly, playing with her head as he turned and walked away from her, leaving her bloodied and sobbing on the ground.<br/><br/>He could have granted her death....could have by why? When living with the knowledge he had given her was more then enough to torture the woman now and for the rest of her miserable life. Which wouldn't be too long considering she was probably likely to commit suicide from her grief. He smiled wickedly to himself at the thought. He turned and watched his sister in law toying with some muggles, he had to hand it to her, she had an insane quality about her that he sometimes admired and other times frightened him. He had a very hard time sometimes letting her near his own son, for fear that her insanity might give the poor boy the fright.<br/><br/>He headed off, again in search of something to entertain him enough for him to enjoy the celebration.