The man before him pleaded for mercy. He was an old character, with a long white beard, and a robe fit for a king. Tears, glowing in the candlelight, streamed down his face, along with dark red blood. His hands and feet were nailed to the floor, and beside them dark patches of scarlet blossomed by them. The old man was thought to be strong, however the man who stood before him had beaten him easily.
And now was the moment he had been waiting for.
"You are a good person, please, I-I beg of you" The old man stammered, choking on his own blood
"Silence" The man concluded
"If you do it, you will be hu..." The old man began, trying to threaten him
"I said, silence" The man interjected, for the last time
This old fool actually thinks I wont be able to do this, the man thought to himself, a face in which a cruel smile was growing. The man ensured that the pentacle was perfect, that each candle was alive, and that the victim was in the middle. He then walked towards him, his feet becoming damp in blood, and began the incantation.
"no please.... NO, NO, NOOOOOO"
And then the old man remained silent
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Rider Ward: The Dark Woods
FantasyRider Ward, a young homeless orphan living in a time where Warlocks and Witches were feared amongst humans. And some Warlocks feared the humans. The two sides fought waged war on one another since the fire age, where mankind feared the fire made by...
