Succession || Regulus Black

Two brothers stood before each other, the older one on his knees, the younger one holding a wand to the tip of his nose. A bloodied nose, bleeding from the altercation that led them here. At the edge of that wand lay the incantation to a killing curse, ready to surge and destroy them both at the same moment.

"I'm not going to beg for my life, Regulus. Nothing I do or say can convince you, can it? You've already made your choice."

If he didn't beg, then he was dead. God, Sirius was so stupid. Regulus truly didn't wish for this, and he wouldn't wish this on his worst enemy. But sparing Sirius would result in the Death Eaters after him and Wren. He promised Wren he wouldn't do this to her. Sirius was wrong. He didn't make his choice, it was made for him.

With the flick of his wrist, Regulus stole Sirius's life.