"Sarin Chasseur, ex-commander of the Archangel Knights" A loud but boisterous voice echoed
"For the crime of heresy, for the crime of treason and for having relations with a Fyona King, you shall be burned at the stake"
The woman who spoke was Margaret, her sister, a cold-blooded woman with cynical green eyes, who pushed her wavy blonde hair back, due to the high winds. She wore knight attire and was covered from head to toe in light armor. The armor stopped to the waist, due to the waist cape that flowed backwards.
She wore gauntlets and boots. Her entire attire was white except the crest of the Arzmania church which was a gray praying woman with a halo. This crest symbolized the elite four. Naturally, Margaret was not only accompanied by the elite four but the entire order of 50 Archangels knights, that were dressed as she was.
Sarin, who wore the elite four crest, hung from a 12-foot wooden shabby cross, already stained with her blood. Her wrist were drilled into by 7-inch nails, while her feet, were firmly placed on top of each other, and nailed, so she wouldn't be able to struggle.
Margaret was trying to speak on, but Sarin could hardly hear Margaret as well anymore.
"Oh......don't go dying on me dear sister, you aren't even burning yet" Her eyes widened, and the end of her lips smirked into a smile.
"As the new head of the Archangels, I command you to burn, this witch in flames. Extinguish her until, there is nothing left of her, not even bone"
Margaret looked at the palms of her hands and took a deep breath. Then she looked at Sarin and pointed her finger at her, and the entire order, of knights, rose their fingers one by one.
Margaret's eyes lit up orange, a mist of white, rose around her body, all Sarin could think of, is the events that led her here, her mistakes, and what she could have done...as the memories faded from her
....she felt.......like she was forgetting something.
She felt scorching hot flames, but she hasn't even been ignited by flames yet. She was losing herself and she felt numb.......but there was something, something crucial she must remember.
"If you're still mentally present, and are willing to apologize for your sins, we might consider cutting your limbs, so you can at least, be on the ground to pray" Margaret chuckled, as well as all the Archangels
Just then, Sarin remembered, she tried to mouth the words as best as she could.
"Run.....run......for......your.....goddamn life"
"He.....will slaughter......every......last one of our kind.....every.....last church member......Arzmania will be a sea of blood"
Margaret rested her hands on her hips and smirked at her comment. "You think your Monster of a boyfriend, can tear down the entire knighthood? Ha!"
"Tell me, baby sister......if he cared about you so much......why are you nailed to a cross? Why isn't he here? Maybe you enjoyed that lowly Fyona King, in secret so much you stupidly forgot he is a devil?"
Sarin didn't know she could still cry, but she let out a tear.
"Because.......... I chained him.........to a tree with all the.......Paradis I had......in my body......
"Run.....run.....run....run.....run," Sarin said not able to articulate further
"No more wasting time, burn the witch," Margaret said
"INCENDIER! (Burn)" Yelled Margaret
Everyone repeated, incendier. Light magic, formed into a tiny ball on the tips of their fingers and flew into the direction of the cross, causing it to blaze up like a campfire. Flames rose above Sarin's body, as she started to close her eyes preparing for death. When she was fading away, she blinked slowly.
A shadow of a man, grinning ear to ear with rows of razor-sharp teeth, appeared before her. His lips, and hands were drenched in blood, and he was heaving with pleasure.
"Is this really.........." Sarin thought to herself
The figure reached his bloody hand into the fire, burning himself in the process
"It......" She felt herself say
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