You continue to drag the pair of degenerates through the cobbled streets, onlookers halting to scream and shout at the two. Eventually, you reach an intersection near the center of the town, and follow the route that would bring you to its center. What greets you is a makeshift platform, as well as a small pit dug into an area not covered by stones. Standing on the platform are fellow members of the Inquisition; the executioner, the judge, and a first acolyte. A large cros has gathered, cheering you on as you approach with the two heretics in your grip.
Lifting the two up by their hair, you force their gazes upwards to the judge and executioner; the man having regained consciousness as you were walking.
"We are gathered here today to witness the trial of these two heretics. The first is accused of willingly summoning a demon; and the second is accused of helping her in this endeavour. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
The woman is silent, her voice having faded after so much wailing. The man is too terrified to speak. They know they are about to die.
"Very well, then. The demon-summoner shall be burnt at the stake, and her accomplice shall be beheaded. Do you wish to repent before you die?"
There is no response from either of them.
"So be it. Executioner, if you would assist the second acolyte and bind the hands of these heretics?"
The executioner makes his way down from the platform, carrying two lengths of rope him. Forcing both of the heretics to lie flat on the ground, the executioner binds their hands. Forcing the woman to crawl forward on her knees, you shove her into the pit, wherein lay a large volume of wood. The executioner takes a burning chunk of wood from a nearby brazier and drops it into the pit, his mask rigid and unemotional.
Ignoring both the screams of the burning woman's and the roars of the crowd, you drag the man up to the platform, the executioner following just behind. There is a shaped block of wood at the edge of the platform used in occasions such as this, it is just the right shape for a human head to fit into.
Forcing his head into the wooden block, you put your weight down on the back of his head as he begins to struggle. The crowd, having grown bored with the dead woman, turns their attention to you and the executioner.
"Executioner, if you would take the second acolyte's blade..."
The executioner does so, the sword making a sharp shing! as it is removed from its scabbard.
The executioner raises the blade high before swinging downwards in an overhead arc. He cleanly slices the the heretic's neck, and you hold the head in the air for the crowd to gaze upon.
"BEHOLD! The rate of all evildoers!"
The crowd erupts into a frenzy of cheers, screams, and howls. There is a slight buzzing sensation in the back of your skull, but you ignore the feeling.
It takes almost an hour for the crowd to disperse. Both bodies were incinerated, their ashes cast into the wind.
You walk back to the Monastery, the headquarters of the Inquisition. Passers by cheer you as you walk. That annoying buzzing sensation returns for a brief time, but it vanishes soon enough.
All in all, an excellent day for the forces of Good, and a terrible one for the forces of Evil.
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