The Town Elder: “My son. Do you confess to the sin of witchery, blaspheming the HOLY ONE’s name, and consulting with demons?”
A 13-ish looking…boy?: “Well I did as-“
Town Elder: “So you confe-“
A most definitely 13 looking…girl?: “But she said she didn’t know.”
Knight in shining armor: “By the way, wasn’t that a major risk? I mean, even assuming she was telling the truth, you are aware-“
Okay that’s it! Let’s just call the kid ‘A 13 year old’. Anways…
A 13 year old: “Wait. What? But i-“
Knight in shining armor : “lost my grandmother’s bead who is apparently the botanist of our village and just wanted to ask the “kind” old lady for directions and to see if she had spotted your grandmother’s precious bead somewhere.”
Town Elder: “Sir knight, what are you trying to go with all this?”
Knight in shining armor: “I’m sorry Elder, but I fail to see how just merely asking for help constitutes as-“
Town Elder: “He was consul-“
Knight in shining armor: “Asking for directions.”
An angry mob armed with pitchforks outside: “Directions? What a bunch of baloney! Everybody knows this weird kid plays with water and has no fear of the undead! Yeah! He hangs around with lower life-forms, cannot distinguish abomination from-“
Town Elder: “My son, you are aware –“
A 13 year old: “Huh? What’s with all the-“
Knight in shining armor: “Can’t we just file a case of insanity for the poor lad? I mean, it’s clear from the get go he-“
Angry mob: “Is a witch and associate of demons! Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.”
Knight in shining armor: “He seems quiet incompetent though.”
Town Elder: “It matters not.”
Knight in shining armor: “Shouldn’t we-“
Town Elder: “Sir knight that is enough! I will not let an outsider, even one such as you, meddle in the ways of the HOLY ONE’s decrees. The boy is most ascertain to be a witch and must pay the consequence. Now either stay quiet or begone!”
Knight in shining armor: “Very well then. I shall not be one to resist authority and thus oppose the ordinance of the HOLY ONE. May the HOLY ONE have mercy on your soul.”
A 13 year old: “Wait. Where did the knight in shining armor go off to?”
Town Elder: “It’s none of your fuckin damn business, you wretched brat! Guards! Take this child of EVIL to the Catherine Wheel. May the saints rejoice.”
(2minutes & 37seconds later)
Town Elder: “Spin the demonic child.”
A mitigated mob: “Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Ha-lle-eluu-ejah!”
Town Elder: “Yes, that’s it. Rejoice over the misery of those who oppress you, saints. May this boy’s blood fill the cup from which- ugh!”
A surprised mob: “Elder! Wha- Who’s- How could this happen? I know it must be tha-“
A 12 year old girl’s voice: “Hmph! I should of known. You humans would even kill one of your own kind.”
Mob: “A demon! Tha/t boy must’ve summoned him/!”
A 12 year old demoness: “/For the record I’m a demoness a/nd second off, what’s this about her summoning me?”
An enraged mob: “Grab that filthy demon. We shall kill him too!”
A 12 year old demoness: “No, not again. Why must - - Grraaaggh! Ardere ad rigidas!”
(Due to the utter brutality of the villagers ‘ deaths we shall skip 4 minutes ahead to when the 13 year old’s village is decimated and he has been “rescued”)
A 13 year old: “So you lost your home?”
A 12 year old demoness: “Quiet! Do you not know the-“
A 13 year old: “Well, I was going to invite you over to mine, but I do-“
A 12 year old demoness: “I do not need some human girl’s sympathy! You are just insurance, and once I’m do- Hey! Are you even listening to me? Hey! Oh my gosh, she just fell asleep. Great.”
(1 meal and a half later)
A 12 year old demoness: “I see you’re better now.”
A 13 year old: “(yawn) Morning, wha-“
A 12 year old demoness: “Know your place, human girl! And if you must know, you’ll be what’s next up for breakfast if you don’t-“
A 13 year old: “Should I call you by any name?”
A 12 year old demoness: “I don’t have a name.”
A 13 year old: “Then we shou-“
A 12 year old demoness: “Ha! A name? What good will that do you? You want to make fun of my heritage? You want to slaughter a demoness? You humans are so hyprocritical. You-“
A 13 year old : “Jellei.”
A 12 year old demoness: “What?.”
A 13 year old: “Jellei Mel that’ll be your name from now on. Sound good?”
A 12 year old demoness: “Hm, I guess it’s not bad, bu-“
A 13 year old: “Yay! Now we can be friends!”
A 12 year old demoness: “You’re missing the point!”
A 13 year old: “Huh? Oh, I almost forgot to tell you my name. It’-“
A 12 year old demoness: “I don’t need to know you name, girl. But I will accept the name you’ve given me. What’s with that curious look?”
A 13 year old: “Huh?”
Jellei Mel: “Oh, fine then! Tell me your name!”
A 13 year old: “It’s Mlysk Xrei Luithr.”
Jellei Mel: “Well Mlysk Xrei Luithr, what question do you have on your mind right now? I want to know.”
“Yeah uh, what’s a monster?”
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