The fire reaching her torn, old, white dress was slowly catching fire. Her father stood there, a sinister smile on his face. Tears flew down. Nothing could save her at this point. It'd be a miracle. "STOP! Please!!!" Crying as people from her village cried out to burn. "I did nothing wrong! Father please help me!" Her name was Scarlett Wright. A daughter to a Noble man who was known to be treacherous and very powerful to the Kingdom of Emeralsie. Not a powerful kingdom, but was known to be very wealthy.
Everyone watched, a young woman, barely 19, was burned at the stake. No one could have seen this coming. Raised to believed Christian, she was thought to be innocent, but turned out to be a witch. Not a soul could tell you how. No one knew. Beautiful brown hiar, and emerald eyes, this woman was a beauty. And to them she needed to die as she was a witch.
Scarlett cried, begging God, to end her misery. Raped, sold, and drugged, she was done. Gave up long ago. She wasn't a witch, but she wasn't a human. Her father never cared nor liked her. He only wanted pleasure from this girl. He didn't even flinch when her remains were done. Being burnt to crisp as the fire went out. Her soul felt free and was taken by no other than the Devil himself, Lucian