Chapter 222 - Flamel’s Funeral (2/2)

The goblin shivers in pain and fear as he coughs, before hoarsely answering, ”One of those in charge of the interrogation said that the bearded wizard claimed that the stone had already been destroyed before they had gotten in there.”

The goblin paused and desperately pleaded for his life. ”Please, I've already told you everything, I know! Please let me go!”

”Shh, shh,” Pyrites gently chided the goblin. ”Be good now.” The terrified goblin falls silent as it lets out small whimpers of pain, very now and again.

Pyrites happily knelt on to the ground and adoringly said, ”Milord, as your worst fears came true indeed our four brothers, are dead now. But they did not betray you for another got there first.”

Instantly Lord Voldemort points his wand and screams, ”Crucio!” As the goblin begins to scream, withering on the floor dying the entire area in red. Finally, the goblin ceases to wither as he's either ceased to breathe or simply fainted from the pain.

Pyrites being the kindly soul that he leans over to listen and still hears gurgled breaths. ”Master, you are most merciful,” Pyrites breathed in awe. ”The filthy creature yet lives.”

Lord Voldemort nods his head as if that was a matter of fact. Stroking his wand as if in deep thought, Lord Voldemort says, ”Is there anything else, Pyrites?”

”Nothing else of value,” Pyrites sniffed dismissively. ”Though the wretched creature did spend an awful amount of time begging for his life. He even tried to bribe me! As if I'd ever dare to betray you, Milord.”

Whirling around, Lord Voldemort points his wand at the miserable, foul beast. ”Avada Kedavra!” A burst of foul green light is cast as the goblin grows stiff, while Pyrites eyes are full of adoration.

”Glorious, Dark Lord!” Pyrites truthfully flattered Lord Voldemort, who proudly pulled back his wand.

”You've done well, Pyrites,” Lord Voldemort said. ”You've pleased me and as such I shall fulfill your request from before. Rabastan!”

One of the kneeled dark-haired figures raises his face and says, ”Yes, Dark Lord?”

”Pyrites will be joining you in your task,” Lord Voldemort ordered leaving no room for naysay. ”I expect that all is proceeding in time?”

”Yes, Milord,” Rabastan Lestrange replied making sure to hide the hint of hesitation in his eyes. ”All is going as planned.”

”Excellent,” Lord Voldemort said. ”I want everyone to concentrate on finding out who destroyed, my philosophers stone! I want them found and brought before me!”

There is a chorus voices that said, ”Yes, Dark Lord.”

”Now, rise my loyal brethren,” Lord Voldemort said. ”And let us mourn for the deaths of our four faithful comrades, who now lie dead.”

The Death Eaters murmur out words in agreement as they happily rise back to their feet. They immediately begin to converse as Empusa begins to sniff and bewail about her poor Snyde. Her poor Snyde would have loved being here and would have adored the torture of the disgusting creature. But alas, her poor Snyde was gone, which only caused her to wail even louder. It was a terrible, terrible thing to be left alone in this world without their better half.