Note- 101 words for this. For the Biography challenge. Hope it's alright!

Not a single drop of blood fell onto his clothes as he killed the mudblood.

Not one single drop.

He smirked and stuck his wand back into its case and walked away from the lifeless body.

He liked the richness of death. He liked the smell of death itself.

But yet, he was a coward on the inside and a monster on the out.

He was powerful and rich, but yet he was a fallen warrior that had been brutally beaten.

How could he let this happen? How could everything fell to pieces?

He wished to be a young foolish boy once again.