You were held in the depths of the Emperor’s castle, chains digging into your wrists and ankles as rats and mice skittered and squeaked across the cold, dirty, stone floor that pricked your knees. You heard a distant door creak open.

K- “ The wild witch is conscious, your highness. “

Kikimora called as Emoeror Belos, your captor, walked infront of your cell. Gauntlets gripping the bars as he stared down at you in disgust.

“ I can’t wait to watch you burn. “

The stake awaited you.