This is a dark, 18+ story. There is torture, death, gore, mentions of sexual nature (do not know if doing lemons at all) and things like that. You have been warned!

Celosia smiled, a madness in her eyes as she watched the struggling man before her.

It hadn't been hard to find Pettigrew. All it took was a little suggestion to Voldemort via the link. Not that he knew that, of course. At this point Celosia was finding it pathetically easy to manipulate everyone around her. She was fully embracing the snake side of her as the days passed.

She hummed a bit as Pettigrew screamed again, looking down at her book. She didn't want him dead just yet. She had a bit of a "grand finale" planned for him. This was just for fun. She frowned a bit as she watched him.

She had considered a Judas Cradle, or an Anguish Pear, but neither seemed quite fitting, for his crimes. So far she had used thumbscrews and the rack. He was certainly in a great deal of pain, with broken bones and many bruises. But she wanted to see some blood before her "finale".

When she stood up, Pettigrew made a noise of terror. He was sorry! He was so sorry!

Celosia flipped through the book, then smirked coldly. This would work.

She stood over him and started chanting in Latin, ignoring his cries of pain and terror.

"Nunc ab omni foramine corporis tui per dies vel etiam menses tibi sanguinem dimitto, donec mortem ab inestimabili dolore petas, et mors tibi non detur." She said clearly, her eyes shining with the Hell magics.

It took affect instantly, blood pouring from Pettigrew's ears, nose, eyes, and mouth. He wailed in pain, shaking and begging for her to stop. But she didn't. She just smiled, closing the book and walking out of the soundproofed basement, closing the door with a loud 'thud'. Shutting out his cries for mercy.

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She left him like that for three days before coming back down to the basement, her eyes shining with glee as she heard his tiny sobs. He had lost the energy to do much more than that. When he heard her footsteps, he blindly looked in that direction, before feeling her strap something to his stomach.

Celosia smiled at the rats in the cage, summoning a fireball in her hand as she did so. She couldn't think of a more fitting end for this traitorous rat.

When she placed the magic fire on top of the steel cage, the rats panicked and attempted escape from the cage. Scurrying around on his stomach, their claws digging into the squishy flesh. Then one started clawing at it. Then a second one. Then the third.

Soon all of the rats were trying to dig through Pettigrew's stomach to escape the fire, as he howled in pain and squirmed in his bonds. Celosia was sitting a safe distance away, so she didn't get his by any blood that may spray. That, and guts tended to stink. She sat there patiently, listening to Pettigrew die as the rats worked to escape the fire.

It took about 5 hours before he died. She waited until the last few death twitches were finished, then stood up and banished everything away with a flick of her wrist, the rats, cage, and torture tools vanishing into nothingness. She gazed at the still form of her parents' betrayer, her face emotionless as she looked at his face for several long moments. Then she used an overpowered cutting charm to sever his head, putting it in a package she had prepared for this.

Going upstairs, she found the disposable owl waiting, Hedwig glaring at it. She smiled at her familiar as she tied the shrunken package to the barn owl's foot, then sending it off. "Don't worry Hedwig... it'll all be over soon. Then we can go and relax somewhere in the mountains. What do you think, Germany sounds good?" Celosia nuzzled Hedwig as she spoke, getting a bark in response. "I thought it would, heh."

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Voldemort glared at the owl that approached. A common barn owl. Pah! Which of his idiot followers sent this one?!

He took the package, killing the bird with a negligent Killing Curse as he frowned down at the clearly shrunken package. A tap of his wand resized it to normal, and he ran his wand over it, casting detection spells. No curses or tracking charms were detected, so he opened it.

Pettigrew's lifeless eyes stared into his, agony still apparent on his very bloody face. A note was pinned on his cheek, a familiar messy scrawl on it. His hands shaking with rage, the Dark Lord took the note and read it.

Yep! We're heading to the final confrontation with good old Tommy boy! : ) Hope you enjoyed, tell me what you all thought!