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The Devil Inside The Walls - Soft!Dark!Priest!Bucky Barnes AU

Warning: Angst I think, Smut (Oral male, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex remember to wrap it before you tape bots!, marking), pet name (dear), some dark element, bad religion reference, kinda innocent reader.

The shouts coming from the small courtroom of the village could be heard miles away. Everyone in this small village of less than 100 people was already stressed from all the evil happening for the last few months, but the arrival of Inquisitor Steve made things even more tense. The arrival of an Inquisitor in a village could only mean one thing: witches.

People were shouting left and right accusations to the one person everyone blamed for all the misfortune: you. You, the person everyone in the community loved to death because of how charitable and good you were. You who, almost every night, helped the priest of the village, Bucky, for the ceremony the next day. You who certainly weren't a witch.

But desperate time came desperate measure and, ever since, John Walker, a man who you rejected his avance, told the community he saw you next to a goat, dancing with the Devil, everyone turned their back on you. They are now saying that all that innocence was just to hide the fact that you were bedding the Devil.

"Silence!" Screamed Inquisitor Rogers as he slapped his hand on the wood altar. He stood in front of the community, his face cold as ice and stoic as stone. You couldn't lie, he was a very attractive man, but all that attractiveness couldn't hide the fact that he was a murderer, someone who has killed and tortured many woman just because of some untrue rumors.

Everyone calmed down and took a seat on the wooden benches of the court. You could feel all their eyes on you as you stood in front of the altar, shackled and forced on your knees. You felt humiliated, weak in this state and all you could do is look at the ground and mutter prayers to survive this nightmare.

Next to you stood Father James Barnes in his black robe. He too had an unreadable expression on his face.

"We are all reunited here, on this Sunday, to rid of the evil that has fallen upon your village." Started saying the Inquisitor. "For days, I have listened to your worries and have come to the horrible conclusion: a witch resides in those walls." You whimpered a sob while listening to his speech.

Inquisitor Steve pointed to John. "You, sir, have told me you saw her lay with the Devil." He pointed to a woman. "You too, told me you saw her walk next to him. Many of you have told me the same thing, thus making it clear that she..." He pointed at you with glare. "Is a witch."

You crawled closer to the altar, your fingers interlaced, begging to the man. "Please! I can't be one! I would never lay with the Devil. I believe that our Almighty is good, I go to church almost every day! Please!" Tears were falling and falling down your cheeks, never stopping.

You turned around and pointed at Father James."And-And he can vouch for me. I'm with him almost all the time and also every night." You crawled towards him and grabbed his black robe in your hand. "Please, Father. Please tell them what they are saying isn't true!" You begged the man, your teary eyes looking into his blue one. The ones you used to love getting lost in.

He didn't say a thing. He just looked at you, grabbed his robe and tugged it out of your grasp. You whimpered, all your hope to live was now gone. You felt helpless. You now had to get ready for your death. You looked down at the wooden floor, not knowing what to do.

"Looks like this answers our questions." Said the Inquisitor. "You are hereby accused of witchery and to have to turn your back against God. You will be sentenced to burn at the stake tomorrow at noon." Everyone in the room cheered. You looked up and you even saw your own family with a smile and relief on their face. Seeing all of them happy for your death when you did nothing made you feel pure anger. You wish they would all burn in your place.