OC oneshots

Witch trial

Tears fell from her eyes rapidly as her heart pounded against her chest like a drum. She didn't know what to do, her voice weak as they sentenced her to death.  She just feel the panic rising as the chopped her hair and tied her, struggling to free herself as she saw her chances rapidly decreasing by the minute. It was hopeless, she was going to die alone. She wouldn't have the future she wanted. She almost gave up as they prayed, feeling her final moments tick closer.
She barely had moments left when an idea came to her, a last chance at survival as the prepped the execution. Or at least a chance to see him a last time. She screamed, "Izruel! Help!" she begged loudly for him, hoping he'd arrive

Little did she know, he wouldn't. Her efforts had gone to waste. He wasn't coming.

After a few moments the tears were pouring faster and harder, blurring her vision as she mumbled what she thought would be some of her final words, "Take care of my sisters celestiel" she hummed, "Sorry i cant be there to help"

With that she gazed at the people who wanted to kill her, figures blurred together by her tears into one deadly mass. She didnt care anymore, she'd already lost.

Aaron watched calmly in the crowd, gazing over the broken figure of one of the people he used to love. Of course he would've accepted the job, executions are worth a lot of debt and he would've had to be a fool to turn it down. He heard every word she had muttered, from her screaming to her whispers although hard over the volume of the crowd.

  Cel heard his name roll off Mickey's tongue, listening to every detail in her surroundings, whispering her name in explanation for Evelyn and the others that was in his company. He felt the fear that she felt and immediately left for her. The first thing he noticed was how they was pinning her against the cross.It'd happened so fast that neither Mickey nor Aaron could understand what'd happened at first. It was only when Mickey first saw Cel that her hopes rose slightly and a shaky but relieved sigh left her lips. Her tired gaze never left him for even a moment. Without thinking he slit one of the humans throats, ignoring the screams that followed as he threw the knife into the next persons head, making them release Mickey.  

 His actions were quick, almost natural as he used the knife to cut her off of the cross completely, hugging her to his chest. She cried softly in relief as she clung to him for those moments, trembling worse than she had ever before. 

 "Iz went to heaven just a few seconds ago. It would be too suspicious if he came here when he had just arrived" he whispered into her ear, knowing that he wouldn't be her first choice. He felt her weary nod as she shook in fear in his arms, fearing what'd happened if she hadn't called for Cel. His mind wandered, time freezing as he tried to figure out if anything would happen that could put her in danger. "I need you to let go off me for just a second" he mumbled and she complied, leaning against the nearest object to steady herself. As she let go he took one step back, turns around and kicked the person in the knee, making them fall to the ground. He looked at the crowd with dark emotionless eyes as he broke their neck. "Does anyone else want to die for the sake of a poor attempt to burn the witch? I do love myself a challenge~" he smirked, noticing the fear and anger in the peoples eyes. He had a feeling of someone being there that didn't fit in with the group, something that wasn't human, but he couldn't find the face. As no one dared to challenge him or try to kill Mickey, he returned to her. "How about we go home?" He smiled softly at her, his act long gone as he pulled her gently into him, her arms subconsciously holding him tightly. "Your sister is most likely worried sick" he hummed and picked her up, giving the crowd one last glance before leaving the horrible place, Mickey almost falling asleep in his arms

Aaron hummed as he watched them disappear, knowing he had been detected by Cel but not making any effort to leave as the town panic and scattered.