@Kufufu Here you go.
Non canon omake. I hope.
Paperwork is a special form of evil.
The walls of the rampart lay in ruins before him. His fated enemy was defeated. And he felt only mild satisfaction and mild anger over temporarily losing a valuable asset. With a thought, he commanded the dregs of his troops to search ruins. Meanwhile, he headed straight for a flickering, guttering life deep within the building.
The door swung open and Riddle gazed on the prone form of his fated foe.
"Where is the Grail?"
"You killed my wife."
"Where is your heiress?"
"You killed my dog."
"Where is the anchor."
"Not here."
"Where is Aife?"
"I disowned her, why would I know? Also, you killed my employees. So now I have to send them condolence letters. Which means
paperwork."
Ah, paperwork, that
would be excessively cruel. But obviously, this interrogation wasn't going well. Perhaps he'd be more cooperative after being raised through necromancy. "Don't worry, you won't have to do paperwork anymore."
As Riddle raised his wand, Dace smirked, "Nope."
The room exploded into flames, and Riddle apparated back outside the rampart. He watched impassively as within minutes the entire structure burnt to the ground, killing a handful of undead servants unable to escape the inferno. In one last act of spite, Dace had denied him the information he sought. No matter, he'd find them eventually. Death comes for us all, after all.