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Tafel looked down at the cat that had co beside her and smiled before handing it the scraps of her roasted fish. She wiped her hands clean with the help of so ice magic and climbed to her feet, pulling her head over her head. It didnt really do much to hide her horns, but at least they werent visible from afar.
After leaving the church, Tafel left the town as well. It was too small. Even if Vur conquered a nation, she doubted shed get wind of any information about it. Thats why, she was going to find a larger city or townnot because she wanted to go on an adventure. She humd as she walked along the river, teleporting ahead when she finished mapping the region on an enchanted piece of paper that could expand and retract at will.
Soon after her fifth ti teleporting, Tafel encountered another town. It seed larger than the last one, and it was bustling too. From where she was standing, she could see between two particularly large buildings into the town square. There was a lot of people gathered; perhaps everyone who lived there was in attendance. Soone was saying sothing, but she was a bit too far away to hear, so she teleported closer. No one noticed her since their attentions were drawn towards the center of the square.
a witch! She shall be sentenced to death by burning at the stake!
Witches? Burning at the stake? Tafels eyes widened as a crying woman was dragged to the center of the square and tied to a giant wooden stake. Around her feet, there were pieces of wood and kindling laid about in a massive pile. Im not a witch! the woman scread. Im not!
Dont listen to her cries! Her tears are faked, designed to invoke sympathy amongst you! If you set her free, shell continue to practice her dark magic, cursing your village with blights and droughts. Make sure shes firmly bound!
Tafel stared at the man dressed in lavish clothesin comparison to the rest of the peopleand frowned. He was holding a lit torch, seemingly eager to throw it at the pile of wood beneath the womans feet. Tafel sighed. There was absolutely no way she was going to watch soone be burned to death right in front of hereven if they happened to deserve it. The man flung the torch at the pile of wood, and Tafel waved her hand. A block of ice appeared in front of the bound woman and smote the burning torch, extinguishing it and breaking it at the sa ti.
The crowd was stunned. After a while, soone shouted, Witch! Shes really a witch! Quick! Stone her to death before she kills us!
Tafels expression darkened, and her horns glowed silver. A mont later, she appeared in front of the bound woman. A sword made of ice ford in her hand, and she cut apart the bindings, helping the woman stand before she could fall to her knees. A breeze blew past, and Tafels hood flew off her head, revealing her horns.
Devil! The witch practices demonology! Lord Bishop, do sothing!
The lavishly dressed man took a step back. His face was pale, and words wouldnt co out of his mouth as he pointed a trembling finger at Tafel. He had conducted over seventeen trials, but this was the first ti a devil actually appeared! What was he supposed to do!? I-i-i-in the na of the Lord, begone!
Tafel pointed her finger at the mans feet. A blood-red fireball blossod into existence beneath him. He scread and ran away, leaving the stunned crowd behind. A mont later, they scread as well and scattered, shoving and trampling each other to get away. Tafel snorted, and the flas disappeared. She frowned and looked at the woman who was clutching her arm. Are you okay?
You, what, who, t-thank you?
Alright, lets go sowhere else, shall we? Tafel asked. There were a few intrepid townsn peaking at her from behind the corners of so buildings. She opened a portal and stepped through, bringing the woman with her. The two were greeted by the sound of rushing water and a startled cat. So, Tafel said and took a seat on the log she had previously used as a chair while fishing in the river. Youre a witch?
I-Im not, the woman said. She had on dirty clothes, but the material they were made out of wasnt poor by any asure. Her face was haggard, and she had wrinkles adorning her face. She glanced at Tafel, her gaze shifting from the demons eyes to the demons horns. I think. I an, until you saved , I was absolutely sure I had nothing to do with witchcraft.
Tafel scratched her head. Then why were you being accused of being a witch? That man even went so far as to sentence you to death by burning.
Because Im rich, the woman said and sighed. My husband and children died in an accident. Neither my husband nor I have family beyond each other, so my husbands wealth was left in my hands. The local bishop caught wind of that and accused of being a witch. Once I die, the church will seize my property in the na of the Lord.
Wow, Tafel said and raised an eyebrow. Thats pretty ssed up. Didnt they have to bring evidence against you?
The evidence was the bishop saying the Lord told him so.
Tafels brow wrinkled. Does this lord exist?
The woman stared at Tafel, her horns in particular. If you exist, the Lord must exist as well. Why did you help ? Are you a devil?
Tafel sighed. Im not a devil. Im a demon. There really is a difference! She exhaled through her nostrils and cald herself down. I helped you because I couldnt just watch soone be burned to death.
Because you wanted to do it yourself?
No?
Because you want my soul?
No!
Because you
Because Im a good person, okay!?
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