Someone was killing people with the Killing Curse!
In just half a minute, that person had cast Avada Kedavra at least twenty times. The prisoners had no idea what was happening inside, much less whether he would suddenly charge out and start slaughtering them.
Their fear only grew.
Sirius stared at the two people who had fallen dead and then been struck another fifteen or twenty times, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot. After a while, he steadied his breathing and looked at Edward. "Who else needs killing?"
The prisoners who had witnessed everything kept as quiet as mice, terrified that he might suddenly send a Killing Curse their way too.
Edward coughed twice and said:
"Hmm... don't rush. I won't be doing anything in a bit. I'll leave the rest to you."
Although Audrey still felt somewhat uncomfortable with the killing around her, she did not think there was anything wrong with it. Just as Sirius had said, killing them outright was letting them off easy. They deserved to be tortured to death by Dementors here!
But Edward knew perfectly well that Voldemort would come to rescue his old followers sooner or later. Leaving them alive now would only leave trouble for the future.
Time ticked by.
Audrey methodically went from cell to cell, giving the prisoners "treatment," while Sirius killed each Death Eater as soon as she finished treating them.
The prisoners who were not Death Eaters gradually began to relax.
Audrey and Sirius were like Grim Reapers harvesting lives, bringing death wherever they went.
"What's your name?"
"Claude Selwyn."
"Avada Kedavra!"
"What's your name?"
"Cafield."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Standing to one side with Lilith in his arms, Edward had a sudden thought: If this scene were made into a painting, perhaps it could be called... Your Name.
Lilith climbed