Kyraina was very pleased with how her master was so gracious in her mind towards her with the imformation given. Bowing carefully once more as her master told her she would be rewarded, but must leave for now Kyraina nodded, "Yes my lord..." with that she vanished from the graveyard and into the streets of the town that was already raving with blood and death, "Oh such sweet sweet.... EXTACY!" she shouted then laughed her voice maniacal and vicious. Raising her wand carefully she began to set building where the smell of death already was present on fire with one of her favorite spells. As she pranced through the street though she heard the maniacal laughter of her rival Bellatrix coming from a house not far from her.<br/><br/>Carefully entering the house almost slithering just like that of a very poisonous snake Kyraina came upon Bellatrix and the bodies of two filthy<em>dogs.</em>Smirking wonderfully down at the bodies from where she stood near the entrance of the door Ky spoke, "Such a marvelous work Ms. Lestrange..." Her voice dripped heavily with the sarcasm at which she liked to use against Bellatrix many of days. She heavily despised the woman for she was so torcherous on playing out the role of one of the dark lord's finest that it sickened her. Tapping her red oak and dragonstring wand against her hip Kyraina looked down at the ground slowly soaking in the blood of the dead making her shake with extacy and lust.<br/><br/>"Such pathetic creatures they are..." she spoke finally after a few moments eyes slowly rolling over to look at the bodies on the ground, "So easy to guide to a slaughter like pigs to the electricity shock..." She then giggled like a venomous, but giddy little school girl. She then looked up once more to Bellatrix wanting to break the foul news to her rival, but kept her mouth shut knowing soon in time the news would be revealed to her and the rest of the group. It had been good now of her to stay back away from the group until most had left so she could reveal what she had found out. St. Mungo's had been so easy to infiltrate, but the man behind the magic on the childeren of that year and month had not been so. She'd had to torture him for a while which had been fun, but not being allowed to kill him after she'd wormed it out of him had not. She'd wanted the filthy little pig dead, but since he was of magic and needed possibly later the dark lord had ordered him stunned into not remembering nothing more.