Without a body they will never be able to ascertain that the missing persons are indeed dead. Whether I simply slaughtered their body, raped them, or hung ythem to they were dead, in the grand fire nothing of anything of them will remain...
...except for the ashses. And great winds will pass by the unfathomable grave of hundreds and sweep to the sky their last bit of mundane existance to be scattered on land and in oceans grand. To become part of the air their husbands and wives will breathe; to be a part of the sandbox their children play in; to come to rest on top of the empty grave bearing their name.
Windows open, and candles burning, I can only hope that the wind brings their ashes towards the flame and I'll have the pleasure of killing them once again.