♚a woman turned to the stake..
Who: Dreamwalkers.
What: And she was not granted mercy even in those brief moments of death.
Who: C.C.
Where: A place in Noctaerium. You open the door into a strange, eerie sort of cathedral.
Style: First or Third. Anyone who is curious about C.C., this might be your only gateway into pieces of her life, a witch doesn't disclose her secrets, after all.
Warning: Disturbing images, horror.
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"....Sister?" The words escaped the witch's lips as she blinked. She was..naked. Her two eyes glowed an eerie red, the as she looked up into the woman's face. How many centuries had it been since that woman coaxed her way into their contract? "Living like this...it's agony, I can't handle it!" The nun hovered over her, the same symbol on her forehead, laughing hysterically. C.C. looked mutely up at her, she knew what was going to happen next, how many nights had she dreamed of it after that?
But still the words hurt. "I'm sorry dear! You were fooled!" In an instant there was a flash of light, the nun's face was manic in her eyes, before sharp pain flashed across her body, the only thing you could see were the torrents of blood flying in the air, as the nun fell over, the mark on her forehead gone, and in it's place, a burning symbol on C.C.'s.
She sat there, in the middle of the cathedral, her mouth smeared in blood, torrents of it flooding from her neck and between where her hands held her breasts, spilling around her legs, pooling on the floor. Her face was contorted in agony, her face full of emotion. As her hands pulled back, below her breast was a symbol smeared in blood. "...You lied...to me? " She whispered aloud, "Again...you lied to me again. " She whispered aloud, before buckling over on her knees, slumping forward against the altar.
Eventually her body was still. And then...she stirred, wobbling on her legs, and the scenery begins to change...
"No..not this..." C.C. appears again, in a loose habit, her eyes don't seem to see you, as she stands in a rural visit, villagers passing by and narrowing their eyes at her. "That hair..she's a witch. Look at her, who has eyes like that? Hideous..tell the Father." One of them whispers, as C.C.'s face contorts, brows furrowed.
And it changes again..she's being led, her wrists tied, up to an altar.
"But you loved me--.." She protests, as the villagers tug her along. "Hah! " One of the men dragging her says. "It's because of that curse, you and that nun had isn't it? With those eyes of yours...Yes, we thought you was good but no--you're a real monster. A witch! Look at this mark on her forehead!" One of them backhands her, and the green-haired woman gives a little moan, as she's pushed against a large wooden pole. They forcefully pull back her bangs, exposing the mark.
"Look at this monster! " She struggles, but everyone is screaming at her, yelling at her---..She hears metallic sounds as her body is jerked against the wood. She's now tied together by chains. Turning her head, her face covered in bruises, she stares into the face of the Priest, who holds a torch in his hand. "Fa..ther.." She croaks.
His face twists, until she is staring into the face of a man.
"Witch, " He sneers, and the face shifts back to the priest, as he throws the torch. And C.C. begins to scream, as she is covered in flames.
"No---" She starts to scream, tears spilling from her eyes and sizzling into steam in the heat of the flames. If you had mercy for her at all, help her.
The priest smiled and said, "Amen."