<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Once Bella cast her torture curse, the Muggle woman was sent into a fury of scratching and clawing. The woman clawed at her skin as if it were on fire. No doubt she was feeling the effects of the stinging hex starting to cause her skin to swell added to the feeling of the Cruciatus curse. Not only did he know that it was Bellatrix's favorite spell, but the fury and cracks in her mental stability only added to the pain the curse could cause. She was one of few people that truly enjoyed watching those below her suffer.<br/><br/>The first streaks of blood appeared on the Muggle's face as she screamed in pain. He lifted his wand, finally releasing his hex, though the damage was already done. She continued crying and had soon torn off a great amount of the skin on her face. It was amazing to watch someone do such a thing to themselves. Voldemort was tempted to let her live with the damage she'd done to her own body, but no, that would never do, "You may go now, Bellatrix," he said calmly before stepping back up the Angel statue and sitting back down in it's arms.<br/><br/>As she went off, he just watched the Muggle wither around on the grass in front of him. Her blood staining the grave of his father. This was how all Muggles deserved to be. He raised his wand to her once more, "Be glad I'm taking mercy on you...<em>Avada Kedavra</em>," he growled and with a shot of green light her body went limp.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Evan was having much too much fun to care about alerting Aurors or anyone to their presence. All that mattered right now was seeing how many Muggles he could take out before the end of the night. Despite how relaxed he was and how laid back he could be, Evan was a damn good duelist. Not many could take on Mad Eye Moody and live to tell the tale. Not only did he cross wands with Moody, but he'd taken out a good portion of the man's nose in the process.<br/><br/>For now, he burst down the door of a Muggle house. Finally, one that wasn't empty. Immediately, a man not much older than himself came rushing out of a bedroom, "Who the bloody hell are you?!" he snapped at Evan.<br/><br/>Chuckling, "I am the Angel of Death, here to put you out of your misery," he said sarcastically, "What they hell does it look like I am? I'm breaking into your house. What are you going to do about it?" he taunted. Oh he liked this, "Got a girl in there with ya?" he peeked around the man's shoulder to try and get a look in the room. Sex with Muggles wasn't at the top of his list of fun things, but it was fun to make the husbands watch as he made their wives pant and moan for him, "Bet a strong man like yourself has a beautiful girl to keep you company.<br/><br/>The Muggle, like all Muggles, took the bait and rushed at Evan, "<em>Petrificus Totalus</em>," he snapped and the Muggle went rigid and fell to the floor, "Wonderful. Quiet and obedient, just as you Muggles should be.<em>Locomotor Corpus Corporis</em>," the man's body lifted and Evan lead him back into the bedroom where his wife or girlfriend was clinging to her blankets in the bed.<br/><br/>She tried to scream as she saw Evan and her boyfriend/husband floating in, but Evan put a finger to his lips, "Now, now...I'll have none of that," he said calmly before setting the man's body down in a chair across from the bed, "How much do you love him? Would you do anything to have me let him go?" the girl seemed speechless, but after a moment of thinking, she nodded slowly, "Fantastic," though he did plan on killing them both when he was done, "Why don't you get rid of that blanket," he kind of wished he could allow the male some reaction ability, but Evan wasn't much of a spell creator or manipulator, "I wouldn't hesitate if I were you. I didn't ask you a question, I gave an order."<br/><br/>The girl scurried to get the blanket off the bed, exposing her body to him. She was young, probably about the same age as Gemini. Her body was firm and yet looked so soft. He could tell by the state of her undress and the fact that the male Muggle reacted so quickly that these two were likely in the middle of something when he blew the front door down, "Well, well, well...not bad. If you weren't a Muggle, you'd be a pretty nice trophy..." the girl looked a little confused at the word 'muggle', but she seemed to terrified to do anything about it, "Now, don't be shy. I want to see everything, so let's get that bra and those knickers off..." he motioned with his hand for her to be quick about it, "I don't have all night, dammit."<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>While Lavender was okay with sitting there and watching while there were other people around, but more and more were disappearing. She wasn't about to be left alone with Voldemort so close by. She'd never been alone with the man and hoped to never be so. So she managed to slip away and slowly made her way down to the village. Already the place looked like a war zone. Doors were broken down, a few houses were on fire, and Muggles were screaming all over the place. It wouldn't be long before the Aurors got wind of this. Lavender was sure that most of their focus would be on the Potter's house for now, but once they were finished there, this place would be swarmed.<br/><br/>Lavender wasn't sure she could torture people. She had more voyeuristic tendencies than anything else. She liked looking and watching. It gave her a sort of thrill to be a part of all this, but to not have the blood on her hands. Occasionally, she would hex or jinx a Muggle if she came by them, but for the most part she walked around and admired the other Death Eater's work.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to come upon Alvira and Elvira. The woman in pink stood waiting, tapping her foot till her brother came up dragging and old man. She watched, curiously, as Alvira choked the man to death. Meanwhile, Elvira stood watching with the most excited look on her pretty face. The old man struggled and gasped for air. Lavender could hear his lasts breaths from her watching spot atop a barrel she'd found to sit on. It was amazing to watch someone die like that. Most wizards used spells or curses that ended the others life so quickly and likely painlessly. But Alvira's method was very wonderful to watch.<br/><br/>She was amazed with the strength in the man's arm and grip. It was simply amazing. Lavender was so enthralled that she barely realized that the old muggle had stopped kicking and gone limp.