Knightmare27
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For once, the Witchfinder was glad that his work uniform included a large hood which hid his face: Normally an annoying part of his ceremonial attire, this time, it did its best to cover up the fact that he was astonished. He had seen many witches, but none quite like this.
The young...well, it was obviously a woman...standing in front of him had a very slender, attractive body clad in elegant clothing which spoke of high class and taste. On her shoulders, though, was a head beyond all imagination. A head that had made him mutter "By God, what have the guards dragged from hell there..." as she was being brought in.
Her head did not have hair. It had snakes. Long, black-green snakes which, thankfully, seemed quite inanimate at the moment. Suddenly, the complicated protective blessing he had ordered for the entire dungeon seemed to pay off. Nevertheless, the wary guards, two of which were keeping a respectful (or frightened) distance from her while holding on to a thick rope wrapped around her wrists, had blindfolded her. The one guard who had unwisely looked her in the eyes before that would have to be added to her register of crimes.
And what a register of crimes it was! If looks could convict, one single look at this creature from hell would have been enough to consign her to the pyre and a fiery end. However, the law was the law, and even an obvious demon had to confess before the death penalty could be pronounced.
The Witchfinder tried his best to sound dry and bureaucratic as he opened the proceedings: "The court is now in session. Accused, state your name and your profession."
The young...well, it was obviously a woman...standing in front of him had a very slender, attractive body clad in elegant clothing which spoke of high class and taste. On her shoulders, though, was a head beyond all imagination. A head that had made him mutter "By God, what have the guards dragged from hell there..." as she was being brought in.
Her head did not have hair. It had snakes. Long, black-green snakes which, thankfully, seemed quite inanimate at the moment. Suddenly, the complicated protective blessing he had ordered for the entire dungeon seemed to pay off. Nevertheless, the wary guards, two of which were keeping a respectful (or frightened) distance from her while holding on to a thick rope wrapped around her wrists, had blindfolded her. The one guard who had unwisely looked her in the eyes before that would have to be added to her register of crimes.
And what a register of crimes it was! If looks could convict, one single look at this creature from hell would have been enough to consign her to the pyre and a fiery end. However, the law was the law, and even an obvious demon had to confess before the death penalty could be pronounced.
The Witchfinder tried his best to sound dry and bureaucratic as he opened the proceedings: "The court is now in session. Accused, state your name and your profession."
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