before we start i am not insinuating that gay people go to hell with this story, okay?
"Bastard!"
The crowd rumbled with angry chatted as they nailed the gay man to the wooden post, setting sticks and wood at his feet.
"This isn't right! Someday, ye all shall descend to the depths of Hell! London should not treat the homosexual like this!"
The man yelled out, spit coming out of his mouth as a knight lit a torch, the king watching upon the sight with a cold, calculating look, his brows furrowed towards the man on the post.
"Set the male ablaze, servants."
"Yes, my lord."
They threw the torches at the man, eventually lighting the sticks. The man burned from the feet up, slowly.
After all was said and done, the man's soul descended into Hell. He fell onto the ground, a crack went throughout his left kneecap.
sorry this was short, this is just the prologue uwu
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Helluva Boss: My Killing Job.
RomansIn 1768, John White was burnt at the stake for lewd acts with another male. He died and was sent to Hell, where he would fumble around and eventually run into the company: I.M.P, an assassination organization.
