1 The Beginning of the End

A crowd huddled in the center of the plaza, with a man in black shouting sacramental phrases. In the middle of the crowd, a scaffold was erected, with a man's neck hanging on the noose, awaiting for his execution. The man in black was a pretend to be holy, which the man for executing despised. He hated everyone for accusing him of a crime he did not commit, which led to the Devil hearing his curses. The man would spat facts at the crowd, which led to them doubting that he should be executed, which the man had hoped for them to realize. Angered, the pretend-priest would scream, regaining the crowd's hatred towards the man. Not wanting any of this shitty convincing act anymore, the priest would shout for the executioner to pull the lever, the executioner doing exactly what he was told to do. The lever would act as a trigger for the man to hang to his death, opening a trap door, and with axe in hand, the executioner would make sure that the man is dead by decapitation, slicing his head off with one swift motion. Blood sprayed forth from his severed neck, drenching everyone's face in crimson hue. To resume the act of holiness, the pretend-priest would open up a scroll, which contained the man's last words, reading it.

"My aggression towards humanity shall remain even if I die. Those who witnessed my death shall fall prey to terrors brought by God's eternal damnation, and will suffer the same fate as mine though much more brutal."

The crowd would have shiver run down their spine, the pretend-priest noticing their frightened expression. Crushing the scroll and tearing it into pieces, he would point at the head of the man, roaring.

"We have executed a vermin, a pawn of satan! Let they be not frightened for his words are of a dead man!"

The crowd would regain their courage, but they would suddenly hear a snapping of finger, which made them slightly tremble. All of a sudden, the corpse of the man would be set ablaze in hellfire, consuming every fiber of his flesh untill all but his bones remained. Frightened, the crowd would scream in fear, but the pretend-priest once more tried his best to calm the crowd with the best he could possibly muster.

"Tremble not, my brothers and sisters! For he, the blasphemous man, have been put at rest, and is being tormented by God's soldiers of light!" The pretend-priest would notice the family of the man, smirking with malicious intent. Pointing at them, he would scream. "The man came from a family of witches! Let us execute them lest they be cursing us under their breath!"

The crowd would regain their composure once more as they turned to gaze at the man's siblings. The mother would step in to prevent them from advancing, not wanting to argue with the brainwashed people, she would hastily command her children to run away, which they did hesitantly, fleeing the town from the crazy townsfolk. Instead of pursuing the children, they would gather their attention on the female, beating her into a bloody pulp. Her face would be swollen, with her clothing torn into bits. Not having enough, the people would grab bladed armament, ranging from machetes to pitchforks. Stabbing the woman in the abdomen with the latter and raising her up in the sky, she would release agonizing howls, which they took as a summoning for the devil. The small children held knife within their hands, stabbing the woman's calves and ripping flesh from her legs with their sharp nails. The adult would slowly pluck out her nails, skinning her with a chisel. Once the woman was slowly out of breathe, her limbs would then be torn from her torso, releasing one last cry as she died from blood loss, eyes were wide opened as her lifeless husk hanged by the pitchfork.