" Do you have any last words witch?! Anything you want to apologize for before the fires purify your evil? " A voice she had known all too well spoke over the crowd, his voice practically silencing them when he opened his mouth. Genevieve with tears welling up in her eyes didn't dare look at him. It should have been him here, she had done nothing wrong and yet she was the one paying for it with her life. " I see you have no intention of repenting even in your final hours. Don't worry, the blessed flames will purge you. Light the pyre and may god have mercy on your soul "
Genevieve was not ready to die. She cried and even after all was said and done she prayed to be saved by someone, anyone she didn't care who. Through her tears she could see the men with their torches, ready to kill her without question. No amount of pleading would get them to stop. Flashes of her life raced in her mind and as she was ready to give up a loud booming sound came from within the church. Her death was halted and everyone turned their attention towards the church which they were all in front of during this " witch burning ". Genevieve was just as surprised and shocked as everyone else as smoke rose from inside the holy building.
" THE WITCH USED MAGIC TO DESTORY THE CHURCH " A voice from the crowd rang out as the stunned silence passed fairly quickly. Genevieve tried to defend herself but before she could a figure could be seen coming out of the Church. Through the black smoke a beautiful figure appeared, she was unlike anything Genevieve had ever seen. The female figure floated over the people and as she did Genevieve could see them immediately attack each other either violently or partake in carnal acts with one another. Everyone had basically descended into madness. Everyone except Genevieve.
" You poor beautiful creature.. These people didn't know what a gem they had. " The woman in all her naked glory released Genevieve from the pyre and picking her up as easily as a child whisked the girl away from the chaos. Genevieve had no idea what was happening. One moment she was about to be burned alive and the next she was being carried into endless darkness. Anything she wanted to ask was already being answered by the woman who went by Asmodeus, who Genevieve learned was in fact a demon. At some point Genevieve thought she had really died and this was the afterlife but Asmodeus assured her that she was alive and that she would live deliciously moving forward.
" Where are you taking me? " Genevieve was still curious about that but Asmodeus wouldn't say, she just kept referring to a man made of bones who would help guide Genevieve in life and would help her find her way back to Asmodeus. Accepting this answer was hard but the demon had saved her from those that feigned innocence and high moral. At this point she was more willing to trust her saviour than anyone else.
"Ah here we are. You'll meet the man of the hour soon enough. Just give him this scroll and I'll see you again very soon. " Asmodeus gave a light giggle before dropping Genevieve from the darkness and right on the pulpit of a church.
It didn't hurt when she fell from the darkness. Her sight was a little groggy and she noticed she was no longer wearing the dirty, white, and tattered dress that she was going to die in. Instead her now cleaned body was drapped in a beautiful silk material that was as dark as the space she had been traveling in with Asmodeus. It was wrapped around her body like a sheet and covered her up well enough to be decent. She had no shoes but wrapped around her waist was a sort of pouch that held the scroll that she was told to give to the man made of bones. Gathering herself up with eyes still not adjusting to the new light, she felt around until she found something to grab onto, using it for support to lift herself from the floor. Her legs wobbling like a newborn lamb.