Davion laid in bed with his brows tightly pulled together. Despite the cold temperature, sweat beads form on his forehead, and his fist tightly clenched beside him, his breathing came labored.
"Take her!"
"Kill the witch!"
Davion heard these voices, and the next was a loud bang as a door was kicked open. He tried to make out where the voices were coming from, but no matter how hard he tried, it was as if there was a blindfold over his eyes. All he could do was hear the voices.
"What are you doing, Count Gilmore? You can't just barge in here like that," he heard a familiar voice and felt his heart skip a beat. His brows furrow. How was she here?
How come this voice was here amidst all these unfamiliar ones? Davion wondered.
"I had no evidence before, witch, but I am certain if it is now. And like your kind, you'll be burnt to death," the same voice which he had xome to know as that of Count Gilmore said.
The hatred in his voice provoked Davion so much that all he wanted to do was tear him apart, but he couldn't even see their face or move his own body. But he wondered why just hearing that man's voice provoked such anger from him.
"What evidence?" The woman's voice asked, and he heard Gilmore chuckle.
"You'll know once you are dead, witch," Gilmore said before giving the order, "Take her and tie her up. Today, she'll be burnt to death like of her kind."
"You'll pay for this, Gilmore. My husband won't let you get away with…" a sharp slap reverberated thro8gh the space followed by a scoff.
"Your devil husband?" Count Gilmore mocked. "He will join you soon. A witch and a devil. I had always wondered why you chose to settle in this little town, but now I know very well why." He spat on the ground and then thundered, "Drag her out," Count Gilmore ordered, and she was pulled out.
Davion could imagine how much that slap must have hurt, especially if the owner of that voice was the person he envisioned. His heart squeezed painfully, but like before, he couldn't see or do anything.
The next thing he heard were the angry voices of the citizens as they all condemned her death.
"Burn the witch!"
"Kill her!"
Davion didn't need anyone to tell him, nor did he need his eyes to know that they had their torches and stakes ready. Listening to all this stirred something dormant inside if him and the more he listened, the more his anger and frustration grew.
"You call me witch and my husband a devil. Have we ever done anything to you to that brings you harm?" The woman's voice came again, and he could feel the pain in it.
No one answered, but silence only lasted for a moment then they once again started shouting for her death.
"Your husband isn't here to save you, witch. Die and I'll make sure he joins you as soon as he shows his face here," Count Gilmore said again, and the people cheered.
The woman became so frustrated that she started laughing, and the sound of her laugh had everyone going silent again as fear gripped them.
"It won't be well with this town. You will fall into ruin soon…" She began but received another slap that silenced the rest of her words.
"Light the fire before she utters more curses on our land," Gilmore ordered once those tying her to the pole were done.
Davion couldn't see the fire, but he could feel the heat from it. The screams ans cries of the woman aided in painting a clear and perfect picture in his mind.
His heart constricted when he heard her utter her last words,
"Davion… I am sorry,"
These four words were all that she said, and right after that, he was able to regain his vision.
He saw himself walking, at the distance, he could see smoke, and a crowd of people gathered around the source of the fire. He halted, puzzled and confused. But his heartbeat accelerated, especially after hearing the cheerful shouts coming from around the fire. The stench of burning flesh mixed in the smoke struck even more fear in, and before he could register what was happening, his legs were already running towards the crowd.
He came to stop right in front of the pole where she was burning. His body grew weak and he nearly fell to the ground but knowing what must be done first, he did something he never thought he would do in front of humans —he used his abilities and extinguished the fire but he was already too late.
A sudden and thick silence fell over the place as everyone went silent after seeing what he did. All eyes slowly turned to him, staring widely and in utter fear.
But he ignored the gazes, taking slow steps towards the woman whose face he could no longer recognize, but he knew without a doubt, she was his. The sack he held in his hand fell limply from his hold.
He stopped at the foot of the fire, where the coal still burns brightly. The feet of the woman charred. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't only utter a single word, "Greta..."
Unable to believe what he saw, he stepped forward, stepping on the bright red coal, but it was as if he was stepping on cold rocks. Too numb to feel the searing pain. Holding her gently, he cut the strings that still held her bound, and her body fell forward into his arms.
"Who did this?" He asked. His voice was not loud, but everyone heard him. The coldness in his voice alone sent dread through their very beings.
"I asked a question…." he turned his head slowly and looked over his shoulder, "WHO. DID. THIS?"
Everyone instinctively took a step back as if just realizing what they had done and the danger that loomed over them.
"Everyone then…" he uttered with a nod of his head. Then he picked up the body and walked off the burning coal and let her down on the ground.
"You devil…" Count Gilmore, who somehow managed to snap out of his dreadful trance, uttered, but Davion did react to that. He slowly rose to his feet before turning to face them, his expression devoid of all emotions.
"Yes, I am the devil," he uttered and drew closer to him. "But what has she done to be treated this way?" he asked, but no one answered. "Since you have no answer, it only means you just wanted to kill my wife and for that, everyone in this town will pay with their own, including you, Count."
As soon as he said that, he drew his sword , and the next moment, Count Gilmore's head came rolling on the ground before his body followed.
The loud thud of Count Gilmore's falling body snapped and managed to Kickstart everyone's flight instincts , and they began running, but it was too late. None could survive the enraged Davion. Within minutes, everyone within sight was lying in the ground in a pool of their own blood.
"... majesty?"
"Your majesty…?"
"Davion!"
Davion's eyes snapped open upon hearing that familiar, and the feeling of his body being shook against his will.
As soon as he did, he was met with a pair of deep blue eyes staring at him with worry and concern.