I'm tied to a cross, the villagers all surrounding me. They scream multiple profanities at me and cursed my soul. Ironic really, I thought I was the witch placing curses on people.
I was found accused of witchcraft and sentenced to be burned for my sins. While I admit I dabbled in a little magic, it was never for the evil intensions they acussed me of.
A few spells there to help the crops grow, a few charms there to protect their families, and a single rune to increase to increase the health of the livestock.
I've never made singe deal with any demon, in fact I sprinkle salt to keep them away from the village, yet even as I tried to explain that to them they did not listen.
What foolish, miserable people they are. Stuck in their own ways, afraid to embrace the unknown.
I opened my dry mouth to speak I had not been fed for a day, 'Waste our food, on a dead witch?' the guards would laugh in my face. I wanted to plead for them to reconsider this however gazing upon the disdain in their eyes all that came out was a cackle.
My cackling frightened them, cuckold men shielding the women and children from me and mothers covering their children's ears. Old acquaintances looked upon me with hate and enemies grinned at my misfortune.
I had enough, the rage, the sorrow, the fear, all of it came down bubbling up as laughter I could not control. Above everything I felt free, I always knew this would happen yet I believed deep down that if I did good with my power, that they might change, that they might be better than this and it feels so freeing to be proven wrong.
They could call me demented or twisted but I could care less about such feeble words. There is only one person in this entire village who holds true power and that is me. I am the sole reason this village even stands today. They all think that they accomplishments were the grace of some god? Well, if that's the case then I must be a foolish god indeed.
"Listen well vulgar vermin, when I am dead and my soul leaves this world you shall experience suffering like no other." I smiled as the villagers screamed in panic, "You have taught me a valuable lesson, I see now that no good deed goes unpunished and as your reward I have given you this warning."
"Do not be afraid!" A man cut through the panic.
It was the man who started this entire debacle, the Chief; Alder Van Helsing. Chosen by god himself to lead our town into an era of peace, what a load of horse dung. If this is the man 'chosen' by god then go must have had a stroke or thought it funny to play a cruel joke on us.
Alder was a laughable chief all he cared for was debauchery of any kind. He sits in his high chair doing nothing all day, eating to his heart's content, and sleeping around with all the women in then village. The common whore has done nothing to help anyone but himself.
"The lecherous little insect dares to speak?" I lick my dry lips my voice hoarse, "Silence witch!" He points a sword at my throat disgust staining his face. This expression is the first time I saw the man in a positive light, as it shows the vile venom he hides beneath his benevolent demeanor.
I slightly lean into the blade letting it poke a hole small enough to draw a bit of blood. As the drop of blood ran down my neck he his hand trembled. He looked at me angrily at me before withdrawing his blade.
Coward could not even kill me himself. I grinned enjoying watching him struggle like this. No words could describe the this exact moment.
"This witch's words have no power against us, he shall burn in the fires of God and continue to burn in Hell for all eternity!" He had some truth in his words, the first part not that ridiculous flames of god and burning in Hell nonsense. I did not have the power to curse them.
However I did not need a curse to ensure the demise of these curs, my spells and charms are not permanent fixtures and they need to be replaced every few months. And once I'm dead there will be no one to protect them.
Plagues, famine, and conflict will rise from my ashes and this vile village will tear itself apart. That is the justice I deserve! I licked my lips at the thought the their inevitable demise that had yet to come.
I turned to Alder he had a secret that no one but me knew of, a secret that could ruin him, I myself also have the same secret. I unfortunately shared similar tastes as the man slut.
Seeing as my death is assured I might as well free us both.
"I have one final thing to say," I smirked at him and he immediately knew what I was going to say, "A truth will be my last words before I depart." Alder's face twisted into rage.
"Do not believe the lies of this witch, he deals with the devil himself!" He knew if this secret got out they would turn on him he was panicking beneath it all. I did not actually plan to reveal it that be too cruel and I am not a monster.
"Look how you panic at a few of my worlds," I whispered so only he could hear, "You are still so I love with me." I cackled again as he grit his teeth in rage.
"Burn him!" He screamed to the two men holding torches, "Burn this witch so he may never harm us again."
The men hurried to set the pile of wood beneath me ablaze. The fire began creeping up to my feet. Pain seared through my flesh as the fire grew across my body. I could feel my skin sizzling and my blood beneath it boiling.
The flames engulfed my body, I took one last look at those people happily watching me burn.
My only regret is the innocent children caught in between this nonsense. I desperately wished that one day this world would learn to abandon its ignorance.
Foolish I know, that is my only wish.
I let the flames embrace me, a warmth creeps up my very soul.
Goodbye, wretched world