She looked up at the night sky, her lips cracked and eyes red. Black long hair falling her shoulders. She would have been beautiful had her young body not been mutilated. Nude and alone she stood crucified before her enemies.
Men, women, children - everyone in town had been gathered for this moment. The moment when God would exact his fiery judgement upon her.
Her executioner stepped forward. With all the gold on him one could think that the sun had shown up during the night. Golden and white robe that even hid his boots, long blond hair and blue eyes. He walked towards her confidently, with a smile plastered on his perfect face. In one hand he held a silver dagger, and in the other a small black scroll.
The crowd’s murmur disappeared as he took his place before her. He was a saint, Uriel, the saint of light ready to purge all darkness.
He looked her dead in the eye, “Morgana, do you have anything to say for yourself?” He asked sternly, “Once I start the show it's all over after all. Here and now I can still save you if you offer up your soul to God.”
She chuckled at the question. “Proceed with the execution, scum.” She said coldly.
He smiled and whispered to her, “Don't you want Beal to know about you?”
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Her eyes twitched a bit before returning to their dead emotionless stare, “He is of no concern. Beal is nothing but trash anyway.”
“I understand.” He stepped back a bit, “But still I wish… for us to have a happy ending.” His lips twitched. “To build a future together.”
She yawned, “Can you please continue, the nails in my hand have started to become comfortable.” she sealed her lips.
He took a step back. “Just know one thing.” She opened her mouth again, “One day, I will strip you of your gold.”
He threw a smirk back at her, “We'll see.” Uriel took a deep breath.
“Behold, my people? Behold the fate of Morgana the Cruel, the Widowmaker. For her crimes, she shall pay. As no one escapes God’s divine wrath. His all encompassing fury.”
With his knife Uriel carved runes all Over her body. Morgana on the other hand did not utter a word even after the runes burst into flames one after the other.
Uriel calmly pulled out his hand from the flames and wiped the blade, clean of her blood. The crowd stood silent watching her body fall apart in the flames. The skin of her face and breasts soon melted away revealing the ugly muscle beneath.
A divide formed in the crowd. Some covered the eyes of their children, as others cheered Morgana’s death after hearing her title.
He smiled for a moment before forcing his face in a stoic expression. In a quick motion Uriel turned to the people.
“With this… With this we are a step closer to survival! From this day forth humanity shall no longer fear their …
The fire behind him turned completely green, the flames fluctuated wildly before turning into a massive explosion. Uriel was sent flaying, his back burned off. Fireballs fell from the sky on both villagers, houses and livestock. Morgana’s wrath was unleashed.