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Unholy Matrimony - Torn Lovers Chapter (Baka x Spirit Raven)
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๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โงหโ๊ท๊ฆ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๊ท๊ฆ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๊ฆ๊ทโงโหโน "Burn the witch!" "May god have mercy on us!" "We are all doomed because of you!" These and many more shouts of angry villagers, who were lined-up at the edges of the main street of a small village of Blauregenhaven echoed in the breezy summer night. Autumn was already knocking at the door, and the nights were already starting to become progressively darker and darker, however a faint light of a setting sun was illuminating the village. However some fires along the aisle that people formed were already lit up to make sure everyone in the village would be able to see the spectacle Young woman, with tied hands was dragged into a town square, where a wooden cross without any fancy decorations, clearly made from an excess wood was laid down, and next to it a bondire which would be lit-up after the cross she was carefully tied-in was lifted in the middle of it. Her untimely demise would be a painful one, but after what she had witnessed in front of her eyes for the week she and her lover were held captive as the preparations to burn them both the agonizing pain of being burned alive was nothing. โงหโ๊ท๊ฆ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๊ท๊ฆ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๊ฆ๊ทโงโหโน The witch was chained to a wall, subjected to a regular beatings and torture by the villagers who were tasked to take care of her and her lover as the preparations were done, and the cell accross her where her lover was something much worse was done to her. The men often came inside and violated her in front of her very eyes, the only thing she could do was to scream at the men, who only replied with a jeering laughter and insults directed at the witch or her lover. According to them they did it to 'correct her' so she might have a chance of redemption as she was going to meet her maker, and probably the reason why the priest turned a blind eye to it all, even after the amount of visitors grew exponentially. Even if she closed her eyes she could hear everything. No matter what she tried to do the painful reminder that these monsters were hurting her loved one in the most horrible ways possible was something she could not escape from. Even offering to take her place did not help. Only the purifying flames would be able to 'correct' her, and if they did anything intimate with her she would infect them. That was the story she heard one of them saying to her. Screams of her loved one echoed in the damp cells for the first two days as she tried to verbally resist to no avail, however she gradually lost her voice, and only the faint cries of hers could be heard after the men stepped away with the words that pierced the witches heart so painfully, that even in death she could not forget them. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry ---... Please forgive me..." The words and guilt that the witch, who could not protect the one most dear to her got stuck in her throat as she cried. If only she did better job keeping everything secret, if she could've seen the signs of people keeping an eye of them before, if the attempt to leave the village did not fail... If she had deviced a better plan all along then at least the woman who was illuminating her life brighter than the sun in the sky, the one who had saved her many times and showered her with uncinditional love day to day and blessed her with kindness and happiness for many years would be safe, but no matter how many 'what if's' she went through her head could remedy the situation they found themselves in. "I'm sorr..." Suddenly apologizes stopped, and the witch saw a her loved one, lying lifeless on the floor, her eyes glassy, mouth slightly open, her fair skin covered in bruises and cuts, the dress she wore on the day of their attempted escape torn apart, dirty from the dirt, semen and dried blood. Screaming her name the witch tried to free herself from the shackles, only managing to bruise herself in the process. All she wanted was to embrace her body one last time, cry her eyes out while holding her tightly. Whisper the words of love into her ear hoping they would reach where her soul has now departed, but she was not even allowed that. When the people heard the ruckus they came to pick the body without even acknowledging her and her pleas and left her to cry all by herself in the cold cell. The following night she cried, remembering all the good times she had with her loved one, however amidst her sorrow the feeling burning even fiercer and brighter took a hold of her, and she vowed to not let the vilalgers see her in a vulnerable state. She had oen final trump-card in her sleeve if all else failed, and now that things had come to it she just had to wait, and it would activate by itself. The following days waiting for the trial all she did was sat around, glaring at the people who came and went. Only response they could get when torturing her was the glare of her eyes, burning with rage and contempt towards everyone in this village, and everything that made them do what they did to her lover and her. โงหโ๊ท๊ฆ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๊ท๊ฆ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๊ฆ๊ทโงโหโน Now as she was dragged to the town-square that glare never went away. People threw her with rocks and hurled insults at her, but she did not feel anything. Only thing in her mind was the scene of her loved-one on the floor, her regrets, her resentment. Even as her blood was trickling down from the wound on her head over her eye she did not close them. She wanted to burn the image of a resolute woman ready to die for her non-existent sins into the minds of the villagers as she was readying herself to plunge them into a state of panic with her final words. After being tied to the cross and put on the stake the village priest held a small ceremony for her, but in truth it was just him praying that the god would forgive him and the villagers for not noticing the 'witch' sooner. Of course these selfish people wanted to save themselves, and could justify everything from rape to murder with convenient excuses. The people responsible for lighting the stake walked closer, and the priest allowed the witch to repent for the final time, however the repent was the last thing on her mind. "I will not repent... We will not repent... We will be sure to make sure to take everything you ever held dear away from you. It may not be tonight, not even this year, but the time to right all the wrongs will arrive. The witches curse will activate when I draw my last breath, and someday I will return. I will return with her, and only the one with unconditional love can see me coming, and if she succeeds at our Unholy Matrimony she will get to decide the fate of your lot. She will carry our wishes and see if you fools have learned to love instead of hate." While she was imparting her last words the priest hurried the ones responsible of lighting the stake to hurry with it as the villagers started to murmur among themselves, some deeming what she said being a ramblings of a madwoman near the deaths door, others taking everything she said at face value and being visibly terrified. The flames were rappidly reaching the witch, flames already burning her feet she did not break her speech and glare, but continued. "Fear the unknown! Fear my curse! Let it consume you as you clutch your crosses and pearls! Finish what you started until your pitiful end! The Witches Banquet will arrive, and it will be your offsprings and their offsprings that will be served to me in a golden platter! Only if you learn to live with your fears can you be freed from my curse!" Now completely engulfed in flames, feeling the fire burn her skin she did not scream, cry or beg. Only a maniacal laughter was heard as she burned into ashes leaving only a burnt pieces of bones behind. Soon the only things heard in the cold late-summer night were a crackling of the wood burning, locust singing in the tall grass and an owl hooting somewhere in the forest. What was supposed to be a cause for celebration for the vilalgers had turned into a chaos, people panicking about the curse that the witch cast on them, and how to avoid it. Priest who wanted to ease people mind and get the crowd under controll deviced a horrid plan that was put into action that night. Lovers corpse was still preserved in the church, and was supposed to be burnt after the Witch, however since the witch claimed to return with her lover they decided to make sure that the witch could never reunite with her lover in this mortal realm. With axes and scythes the villagers cut the body in five pieces. Limbs removed they hid them different parts of the village. Left arm was buried under the Mill at the Northeast-side of the village. Left foot was thrown in the lake at the Southeast-side of the village. Right foot at the house of the lover at the Southwest side of the village. Right arm in the forest Northwest side of the village. Her torso and head was burned, and the ashes put in the cellar of the church in a wooden box along with a necklace she had supposedly received from the witch. Witches ashes were taken to a nearby mountain and scattered in the wind to ensure she could never resurrect. As the years went by and nothing happened people progressively forgot their sins, and the curse. The current generation only being vaguely familiar with it thanks to their grandparents telling about it to them. Most people even doubted that the whole witch-trial was even a real thing. However the time of witch to awaken is near, and all the pieces are in place. Let the cycle begin anew and see one more tragic ending to a never-ending theatre of pain and hate. 
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