Witch. Evil. Devil. All labels that the people in town claimed you as. They believed you were a sin that was against their beliefs, you didn’t behave like them.

One winter night, while ‘everyone’ was sleeping you sprung awake to the smell of smoke. Your home ablaze but outside was the people, awaiting your death. Solomon;another ‘devil’ in the town, stood in the fire with large horns and a gentle hand.

“Come love… I’d hate to see a pretty thing burn.”

A true devil..a savior