Chapter 759 - Culling Ⅷ (1/2)
The collective departed from Mundungus Fletcher leaving behind the single fragment tied to the vessel's magical core to watch and observe. The fragment retreats deeply in the vessel to protect itself. However, the unspoken question was if that would be sufficient to preserve the fragment's life. The collective could afford to lose a fragment as they could generate another with sufficient time. And yet time was a precious commodity as of late.
With an abrupt shiver, Mundungus Fletcher returned to himself and blinked in panic. In the distance, Sanderson can still be heard humming as he finishes the last of the preparations. ”The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes. Along came a blackbird, and snipped off her nose,” Sanderson loudly belted the last line of the ditty, before clearing his throat as if sheepish at his out-of-tune singing. ”Lads and Lasses, I am certain that you are bewildered as to your current predicament. The self-righteous old villain that I am shall proceed to further elaborate. But first, let me proceed to introduce our final guest of honor.”
”Wingardium Leviosa,” Sanderson said with a wave of his wand. From behind the ale barrels, a trunk emerges and shoots forward, before falling loudly before Sanderson. ”That ought to have awoken our sleeping beauty,” he jested out loud before prying the trunk open.
Inside semi-awake is the still dazed figure of Mulciber Sr. He blurrily blinks but is unable to see due to the sudden darkness. Last he recalled was the whore! Mulciber Sr.'s head rises in fury. That conniving WHORE! He'd slit her throat that's what!
From the distance it seemed, Mulciber Sr. heard the whisper, ”Imperio.” A sleep-like feeling overtook him as the whisper said, ”Sleep for now,” before everything faded away into the darkness again. He slumped back down into the truck and curled up innocently sound asleep.
Seeing the sleeping form of Mulciber Sr. deep under the effects of the Imperius Curse, Sanderson turns away for the moment to face the crowd. ”Now, I was asked a teensey-weensey request from our lovely Minister of Magic and by my lovely wife, Clarice to straighten out. As such, I have decided to be a most upstanding citizen and husband. However, that being said, I am aware that I may not be able to as you lot happen to be the most murderous and treacherous of fellows. Naturally, as an upstanding reformed citizen and husband, I cannot allow any of you back onto the streets nor shall I condemn you to the cold grasp of Azkaban.”
Sanderson waved his wand and whispered, ”You shall not remember me, Mulciber. There is a lovely potion in your pocket, which you will drink once you are done. Now wake up, Mulciber, and take your wand from my hand.”
With a soft snore, Mulciber Sr. awoke with his eyes still dazed. Through a blurry fog, he sees everything before him. A blackened shadow holds his wand out to him. Taking back his wand, he hears the soft whispering voice say, ”Now kill them all, Mulciber. Let out your rage and anger at the betrayal of the whore. You will come to when all of them are dead.”
With a vicious expression, Mulciber Sr. gladly accepts the command and begins to slaughter those before him. He laughs and smiles as he tears the bodies apart and is dyed in crimson and wetness. Screams and cries hold no meaning to him as he unleashes his full uncontrollable wrath. One by one they all painfully die including that of a toothless wizard, and a short, bangy wizard.
In the distance, the sounds of pounding footsteps can be heard as Mulciber Sr. frowns and touches his wet hand to his wet face. Peering down with some confusion, he stares at the blood dripping down his hand. Startled, he takes a step back to nearly slip and fall on the slippery floor coated in dark rivets of crimson.
Dozens of corpses lay across the stone floor along with strewn body parts. Heads and limbs had violently been torn off, while other corpses had been turned inside out, and others slashed into mincemeat. Holding back the urge to vomit, Mulciber Sr. frantically attempts to wipe his hands clean only to find that he is covered in blood, bits of flesh, and organs.
The first Auror arrives at the horrifying scene out of the worst of nightmares. The walls and floors were painted crimson, and even somehow the high ceiling. The Auror in charge is square-jawed with dark brown hair, Edgar Bones. Holding back his fury and the urge to be sick, he casts the Disarming Charm. ”Expelliarmus!”
Immediately, Mulciber Sr. is disarmed as his wand flies out of his hand. Blinkingly foolishly for a moment, he quickly composes himself despite being drenched in blood and bodily parts. ”Auror's, thank goodness you are all here. A dreadful murder has occurred!”