T H E E L I T E

London City of Westminster, 1536

} M A R G R E T {

For what I've done I ask of no mercy. Today I take my last breaths as a woman of honor who's been gifted amongst the noble, we were made to do great things that were only demolished by these ghastly people who only fear what they don't have, I wish I had more time to give to the very few I have left behind, I've breed anew and more stronger class of children who will only grow up to be the same as I. The last of us is only beginning-

Margret didn't have the seconds to write anything else before guards kicked down her door, throwing clothed baskets, slashing her only furniture and knocking down all her handmade glass like madmen for unnecessary reasons but to seem intimidating.

They wanted to taunt her situation like she was their prey.

They yanked her so viciously she didn't have enough time to comprehend anything as her head snapped in too many directions. They dragged her with an iron grip, afraid of what she could do before their eyes, they were cowards deep down and they wasted no time to do the deeds after putting a thick woven bag over her head.

She smelled the sweat from every standing body outside the door and heard the godforsaken gnats ready to burn along with her.

Men, women, children and even the scums from the low parts of town secretly stood by further away buildings sticking their heads out to surround the long porched sticks tied with net that she'd soon become apart of.

King Kodren wore a thick black coat made of lamb matched with the same deep coal colored pants and leather boots. He had his belt tied around his waist with an iron built sword made by the best blacksmiths in town. He stood above all the people on a tall mat with his ugly scar placed on the right of his eye just burning holes through the witch's soul. He enjoyed this more than anybody.

He WANTED all the children to hear her horrid screams, and watch her dark toned body thrash in all the different directions on the torch as her skin blazed off.

He needed them to think that people with gifts were a threat to everyone in the village, only created by the Devil itself. He sought out that his people see what should be happening to others like this,

his kingdom needed to be his own mind game.

And in all truth, he just didn't want anyone better than himself, If he didn't posses it..... it wasn't needed, and anything unneeded was a waste that should be terminated.

To stare at something that was made better than himself had his skin crawling with nerves jumping at 100 milliseconds per minute, and his thoughts...... oh they tumbled onn and onnn from the darkest places that he could possibly portray.

Everyone's whispering got louder with more anticipation. They were ready for her to bleed.

Flocks of crows swarm rapidly above the dark gray sky chirping their heads off and bumping into each other like mad animals but no one paid them any mind, they just wanted to see her face thrash.

The guards had the witch by her underarms, digging their nails into her skin through each step they took, closing any distance between the torch.

She thrashed as they tied her hands and waist tightly with rope digging into her guts. They wrapped it around her at least 26 times and grabbed the bag off of her head, yanking a few strands of her black hair off her scalp and she gasped, gasped at any air she could get into her lungs while the people stood still with their dull eyes watching her flounder.

"THIS is what happens to those with demonic souls..... THEY BURN!!" the king shouted and his people delivered with hollering and cheers, Men had their blades waving in the air like maniacs.

"Now shall we begin?", he smirked and questioned.

Now not everyone agreed with these tactics but it's not like anyone would actually do something about it. The people gathered together holding hands like the innocent

Infants even managed to throw holy water onto her body like she was something they'd never seen. They started to chant their prayer while the guards lit the torch.

"Ego consecro et benedico istum circulum per nomine Dei Altissimi, in hec scripta,"

"AAAUUUHHHH!!!!" The woman roared for what seemed like centuries in abominable pain as her body broke down in smoldering flame.

But now her tears and cry's sounded like nothing as she bent over in agony, hands still tied behind her caught in the net with her veins popping out. Only expression could be seen and heard because her air seemed to cut off like she couldn't get enough of it.

"Ut sit mihi et omnibus scutum et protectio Dei Fortissimi,"

Margret has dealt with fire before when teaching her kids, but this wasn't enhanced be her, and she could now feel every inch of heat flare throughout her body burning up her insides starting from the toes, to the tip of her brown scalp.

"Elohim Invictus, potestatis gerum contra malignos spiritus. In Nomine Dei Patris, Dei Filii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti,"

The woman's body slumped at a sideways angle, her head bouncing off of her knees at times, all bones painted in thin red patches and for what hair became of any dust

she was by now dead.... completely unnoticeable.

"Amen!"

King Kodren stood there looking at the image in bliss as some people started to walk off with their families, kids jumping up and down clapping and adults mumbling away in pride.

The ones who worked as maids stayed behind, cleaning up the mess and throwing any bones into the sea. Kodren grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his face before stuffing it into his left pocket. He looked at his mistress from the dimmed crowd before entering his home left smirking once again. The witch was dead,

but what she left behind wasn't.

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The English version of the chant

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"And I bless the name of God, I consecrate this circle of the Most High, I will by means of, in these writings, in the protection of the shield, and that it may be of God, of the Most Powerful, and to all to me, the Elohim were invincible one, they exercise an authority against the wicked spirits. In the Name of the Father, the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Amen!"

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