-Severus Snape-

"I want this town completely annihilated; no survivors unless they worship me. How many times have you done this before? Go out, my Death Eaters; and fulfill your most perverted pleasures. Torture the muggles and magical alike. Destroy them. I want to be able to bathe in the blood that you shed. Go now!"

I heard Voldemort's familiar lustful cry as I'm sure visions of death filled his rotten brain.

My plan was this: Destroy the Death Eaters. What a crafty plot to ruin Voldemort; kill his slaves one by one until all that is left is he! Then we will face each other, man to man, and we will see who wins in the end.

I cannot kill them all at once. Especially if Lucius Malfoy is lurking around. I must be quick, stealthy, and smart about this. If my timing and skill is correct, I suppose I could squash every Death Eater by the coming month without getting caught.

I had completely forgotten my plans to ruin muggles and the others; killing Death Eaters seemed more important to me at the time. Voldemort chose his men wisely, and they were not at all weak, or fools. They would take up all my time to kill. What a lovely challenge!

Only after the Death Eaters are gone, will I begin to pluck off Aurors with the same fate. I wanted to suit my own dirty mind, I wanted to hear the screaming of a dying victim once more! I guess I am truly evil. And it is the greatest part of human nature, yet!

Voldemort apparated away, and the Death Eaters ran off to destroy a nearby town. I stepped out from a hedge that I had been eavesdropping behind, careful not to make a sound as I whipped my wand from my robes, glad that it wasn't the familiar Death Eater cloak. I followed the Death Eaters, sure to apparate only after they apparated, so as not to appear in front of them and give myself away just yet.

I knew my first target; I was going to go for that obnoxious, self-centered hulk of an oaf, Walden. The man was possibly only a couple men behind Malfoy in skill, and was perfect bait. He normally went for the more secluded victims so he could torture them without all the raucous in the background; the silence then the screams, and the ringing silence again. Absolutely delicious.

Walden separated from the others as I had hoped he would, and I followed him quietly, striding at his exact pace, lurking in the shadows so as not to be seen by him if I moved fluidly enough.

He flung a seemingly vacant door open with a bang, and there were cries of fury and panic. One man screamed in hysterics, "Death Eaters!" and I knew this was a household of mudbloods and probably one or two muggles.

In a flash, I was out of the confines of the shadows, across the street and through the door. Walden had his wand poised, threatening any of the magical beings to reach for a wand. He heard me, but didn't react quickly enough to stop my spell. I have the most extraordinary reflexes, and they do come in handy.

"Expelliarmus!" I bellowed, screeching to a halt so close to Walden that I could see my reflection in his furious eyes. I caught his wand with a tense but trained hand, ducking smoothly to dodge a blow he intended to inflict upon me. The man was much bigger than I, but I was quicker.

"Crucio," I hissed, and the man was on the floor, writhing. Crutiatus was, above all, my favorite curse. Haven't I mentioned it before?

Walden yelped and howled as long as I held my wand steady at him, and when I pointed it away, he lay gasping for breath on the wooden floor.

I strode up to him and kicked him for good measure, and he gave a satisfying groan.

"Stupid slave of Voldemorts!" I spat. The family gasped at the mention of the name in unison.

"Snape," Walden growled. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Ah, far from it!" I answered mockingly.

With speed I almost couldn't catch, Walden sprang from the floor and flung himself towards his wand in my hands. I pulled away, but he knocked me to the ground with his great body, landing on top of me and nearly knocking the wind out of me.

We wrestled for control of both wands for a good while, but I still had hold of them, and since I did, I had the advantage. I shot a spell at Walden's eyes, and he threw himself back in pain. I darted out from under his mass and kicked him again, this time as hard as I could.

"I could kill you at any time," I spat. "You know that!"

"Bastard!" he retorted savagely. "The master will do away with you for sure!"

"Didn't you hear?" I asked softly. Then my tone grew darker as I said, "I have no master. Avada Kadavara!"

The mudblood and muggle family shrieked in horror, but Walden made no sound of protest. He was dead.

"Here's your wand," I said coolly, throwing it down upon him. It hit his limp chest and rolled off onto the floor, tapping on the hard polished wood.

I looked to the terrified family, and was overjoyed by their fear. I was about to speak, when the apparent father interrupted me.

"You have saved our family," the man said with relieved passion. I felt a shiver of disgust crawl up my spine. I merely stared at him, then at the rest of his family for some time. They were adapting to my presence, and beginning to relax.

Finally, I said, "Yes. Yes, I suppose I have."

"You're a generous man," the mother sighed sweetly.

"Yes, well," I said in all seriousness. " I must kill you now."

"No," the man cried in disbelief. "Why!?"

"Because I am a generous man," I mocked. "And your family will die today whether I kill you now or not."

The father shook his head and whipped around to snatch a wand from atop a table top behind him in a desperate attempt to save himself and his family on such short notice. I killed him instantly. The mother and her two little girls began to scream, and then the mother was dead. And one more female.

There was one child left; the one who had looked the youngest. She collapsed against the stairs, but couldn't make her way up, she was so upset.

"Calm down, child," I said soothingly as I cast my spell. "It is only I who will go to hell for this."

There was a flash of green.