Author's Note: A reference is made in this story to my Dead Babies series. In this series, Lucius and Narcissa lose several babies before finally having Draco. See my profile for the full list of stories.
Lucius heard the laughter coming from his fellow Death Eaters as they set fire to Muggle houses and as they chased down Muggles desperately trying to flee. The Muggles, however, were easily cut down by flashes of green light.
Not all the Muggles died instantly, however. Lucius could hear Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Dolohov laughing in delight as they made a mother and her two young children twitch and convulse under the Cruciatus Curse.
Lucius only spared them a brief glance before looking around. His wand was out, but he wasn't casting any spells. Nor was he chasing after any of the Muggles.
Lucius had no problem with torturing Muggles, and their screams did give him brief moments of pleasure. But someone had to keep the Death Eaters organized, and someone had to act as a lookout for Aurors and for Order of the Phoenix members. Besides, playing around with the Muggles quickly became boring.
Muggles. They were such disgusting creatures. Abraxas Malfoy had taught his son to hate them, and Abraxas Malfoy had taught his son well. Hate was all that Lucius knew.
Yet, as much as Lucius hated Muggles, there were times in which he hated his father even more. His father had made his childhood nothing but a nightmare.
Lucius continued to scan his surroundings. There was nothing but chaos all around him, but he just couldn't bring himself to feel much of anything. His body was there, but his mind was elsewhere. It was as if he was observing everything from a distance. He didn't feel as if he was right there in the middle of everything.
None of the screaming quelled the inner anger that Lucius kept well-hidden. None of the bodies dropping down to the ground bought back his precious little Ara or any of the other babies that he and Narcissa had lost.
Narcissa, the only bright spot in his life, the only thing that truly gave him joy.
The Muggle woman that Bellatrix was torturing released a long, piercing scream. Bellatrix laughed insanely.
Lucius, however, felt no satisfaction from the Muggle's pain. But that didn't mean that he cared about the Muggle, because he didn't. Bellatrix could kill her now or Bellatrix could continue to torture her for a little while longer. Either way, Lucius could care less.
There wasn't much that Lucius really did care about, but he could have cared less about that. He didn't know how to care, and he couldn't be bothered with learning how to do so.