A BITTER REVENGE
( Author: Sara Potter)
Chapter I: The Gathering
The day was drawing to a close and the sun was hidden behind the buildings of the city . The first night lights were on, was the moment Manyr had been expecting. After spending the day hidden in the shadows, alone and hungry, I could not think of anything but his next victim.
He had chosen the night before, tall, slim, with smooth white skin, just as he liked, black hair and deep brown eyes and expressive. She was Teresa, however, was not an ordinary woman, but was what he wanted and had promised himself he would have it that night, his pride as a devil would not tolerate a single fault. Would be quick and painless as him, as his way of having women was far from well.
Teresa, meanwhile, was a woman beyond his age, then devoted his life to books, which was frowned upon by others, who looked at her with inquisitive eyes. What they did not know that her fascination Teresa was due to detail that ensured that no one knew: she was a witch and wanted to get all the power necessary to fulfill their ambitions.
¾ Teresa! ¾ exclaimed the librarian to see ¾ it is too late. Should be in your home, this city is very dangerous at night.
¾ not worry ¾ "she ¾ and I'll finish.
The librarian tried to look askance at what Teresa was reading. However, she hid the content and the time he left the place, she returned to her reading. The book, apart from old and worn, was in a dead language and its content was very different from the books he had studied earlier. This, described the beings of other planes, giving a special emphasis on demons, the most powerful and feared creatures of the lower planes.
"If only I had someone to fulfill my desire," she told herself to leave the library. It was past midnight, everything was semi-dark, at that time the only thing that lit the streets was the faint glow of the moon. Pleased with herself for progress achieved, Teresa began to walk the deserted streets towards his house. He soon realized that was not totally alone, unknown to her presence still retained the distance.
When he saw her leave the library, he knew his time had come. Soon the woman would be yours to satisfy their hunger for blood and pain. He quietly followed her, hoping she would not notice until it was too late. Visualized in his mind the moment of triumph after having played enough with his prey, he saw the glow of life away from her eyes.
She got nervous, I had never felt such a presence, but could not see anything, the streets were dark and empty. Nor could hear any noise, the silence was absolute and feared that it was a creature of the lower planes, yet suddenly remembered a detail that concerns had been overlooked, revenge!
Manyr moved closer to their prey, in her mind was all coldly calculated. Suddenly she stopped, watched for a moment Manyr her black hair waved in the wind, she turned around, showing a serious, but determined look. At that time, the devil realized that she had felt her presence, something that never happened with any prey.
He decided to trust his abilities, for him nothing would go wrong. Membranous wings broke and went as fast as he could, trying to keep the surprise factor, but did not have the power that Teresa was proud to have, a power which, it would achieve again to placate the devil and his servant.
creature's eyes shone with satisfaction when he was inches from her. However, a force stopped short in the midst of the onslaught, he collapsed, unable to move.
¾ Why persecute me, demon? ¾ Teresa inquired seriously.
¾ To make you mine, human! ¾ answered the devil proud.
¾ Ja, of course, as if I were a normal human ¾ Teresa laughed and seeing the confused expression of Manyr demonically added glared ¾ I a witch!
The last sentence Manyr astonished "that attitude is this woman so evil!" He thought to himself, which increased his desire to possess that special for the material world.
Do I drop or plan to keep me here forever? ¾ Manyr asked calmly as he could.
¾ Only I will if you make a pact with ¾ replied without changing their look.
¾ What kind of covenant? ¾ expressed the demon reluctantly to accept.
¾ If you swear to help me in my revenge, I'll be yours ¾ Teresa said without taking his eyes off her.
¾ Revenge? ¾ murmured thoughtfully Manyr
¾ Yes, revenge ¾ Teresa said with a grin ¾ what about devil?
¾ EVER! ¾ Manyr shouted. He was too proud to be the servant of a human, even if it was a witch.
¾ Are you sure your answer? ¾ Teresa inquired while introducing a hand in his red robe, the same color as the body of Manyr.
¾ Ja, witch, do you think you hurt me? ¾ laughed the devil.
¾ I managed to paralyze ¾ "she said quietly ¾ believe me it is.
Manyr was thoughtful for a moment, I could not believe that his plan had not only failed, but now they must complete to fulfill the wish of this man.
Chapter II: Bitter Memories
Arthur awoke he was lying on a cold, hard bunk, his whole body ached. It took a few seconds to understand what was happening, had been tortured to the agony and according to his jailers, continue to do so. Arthur, black hair, white skin, tall and not very strong, lost hope of living each day that passed. Just a word, stuck to their memories, kept alive: Teresa, his beloved, the most beautiful woman of all, the only one who could save him, except that she was in the same situation.
looked out through a small window with bars that were in the cell, missing the warm and beautiful summer days that had passed beside her. Now, all those beautiful memories had been in the past. "Never will go out of here alive," he thought bitterly. The sound of a lock to open him back to reality. Two men grabbed him and dragged him away, as though no resistance, had no strength to walk alone. They walked down the corridor where Arthur could hear the cries of the captives, horrible and sad wailing sobs of pain and anguish, which, together with the gloomy atmosphere, were a feature of the place.
arrived at a room already well known to Arthur, the interrogation room, or if you torture the prisoner. This time the choice of the executioners was a colt, the favorite of the guards, however, noted that Arthur was not alone in the room. Unconscious and brutally beaten, he saw his beloved Teresa, who was no longer the same: torture and the site conditions were physically and mentally finished. She, like him, did not retain much hope.
Two jailers took the girl while Arthur was ready for a new session of pain and interrogation.
¾ Well, well ¾ began one of the executioners ¾ now they tell us what we know.
¾ But ... ¾ Arturo only protested thus increasing their suffering.
¾ Anda, confesses ¾ another jailer said tightening the ropes, screaming in pain by Arthur.
¾ I am not guilty of what I accuse! ¾ Arturo exclaimed with all his might.
¾ Ha, yeah, right! ¾ He mocked the executioner ¾ all say the same thing, but do not worry, soon you will say truth.
¾ is the truth! Argh! ¾ Arturo shouted to feel his body was stretched painfully, without fully understanding why he was in this mess.
continued tightening as Arturo were centuries, the pain caused her mind to weaken and eventually owned the false charges of witchcraft to which he was accused.
¾ Well, your confession be transmitted to the Inquisitor General, which will give you the punishment you deserve.
The sentence was given quickly, obviously was sentenced to death by fire. Arthur did not want to live this suffering, would not be tortured forever. In his heart he believed that Teresa, a real witch, follow the same path, so I accepted his fate with stoicism and fell asleep in his bunk, where he had left, awaiting the moment when everything was over.
not have to wait long, the Next morning his jailers took him to the prison yard and tied him to a pedestal, which was ready for the show. Two other guards appeared on the scene carrying in her arms what was Teresa: her face was swollen and bruised because of the beating, his body was too weak to stand alone, hung from his arms. Looking up, his face broke into a look of horror when contemplating the scene. His eyes fixed on Arturo, would not believe what was happening. Life could not be so cruel, and finally had known love, a feeling I never felt, but now that person so special to her was going to die and be with him much of it.
¾ Please!, Mercy, do not do this ¾ Teresa said with all the strength I had.
¾ Ja, ja ¾ laughed one of the guards who held her ¾ what you think you're going to obey? .. . Vincent continues.
The man who prepared the pyre activated his monumental body, muscle and fat mixture. He took a torch and went to Arthur.
¾ No, please, for heaven's sake, do not do this ¾ Teresa screamed again.
Vincent stopped, I was amazed watching the strength of this woman, laid eyes on it without noticing that one of the jailers released, crossed the courtyard in a few strides and snatched the torch from their hands.
¾ Idiot, are you going to heed a prisoner? ¾ rebuked the guard and gave Vincent a sharp smack on the head.
¾ But it's so cute ... and so strong ¾ said Vincent.
But the answer was a grunt and the guard completed the task throwing the torch into the wood.
Teresa felt his world was falling apart, Arturo was quickly surrounded by fire. However, never cried or complained, either because they wanted to give that pleasure to the Inquisitor and the executioners, or perhaps not even feel pain. The last glimpse of their beloved General of the Inquisitor was smiling at the scene. She waited his turn, but instead of being taken to another patio pedestal, was carried out of the prison, a tall, imposing door, made of iron, to be sure to intimidate the inhabitants of Ciudad del Este.
Across the entrance were the parents of Teresa. The years and felt in their bodies and souls, anyone could have sworn that they had not long to live. However, they, like their daughter, they were magicians. They approached cautiously, welcomed their daughter in her arms and the jailers were ordered to leave. Teresa had just enough strength to say a last sentence before collapsing.
¾ I avenge ¾ said slowly and with a look of hatred toward the doors Iron and lost consciousness.
Chapter III: The twists and turns
¾ Want to kill the Inquisitor General? ¾ Manyr asked to imagine a shudder of revulsion ¾ do you want me to end up with someone so ordinary?
¾ Yes, I want to pay ¾ said Teresa too would be ¾ but not kill him quickly. The demons are experts in tormenting their victims. When finished, bring me his head.
¾ Will you do your part? ¾ inquired Manyr craving response.
¾ When you turn yours ¾ merely answered her.
The scenario had changed. Now they were in a forest near the city. Manyr, proud, was somewhat detached from Teresa, but I had heard her story word for word, thoroughly enjoying their final. The demon disappeared, leaving Teresa with a satisfying smirk. She was willing to give his life in exchange to pay the Inquisitor. Although she could do it personally, thought that the demon will torture and torment to the point that his own death wish.
stood a moment pondering the situation. The forest, very little visited by people of the city, had the reputation of hosting not very nice creatures. The moon was hidden by trees, the darkness was impenetrable and not a sound was heard, as if these creatures were preparing for a great show.
The Inquisitor General in Ciudad del Este, Reginald Denmoore, had arrived in town a short time ago. The pope himself had requested to purify the population of all heresy and he was willing to do anything to please him. Everyday listening carefully to the demands of citizens and at the end of his executioners sent to arrest the accused.
finish one more day of hearings, Reginald retired to his chambers. I was satisfied with what he had achieved "His Holiness will be so pleased," he said excitedly. When you reach a beautiful room furnished with large sofas craft, Renaissance paintings and sculptures adorning the walls from all eras, he realized the heaviness of the atmosphere, but did not flinch. He crossed the room to get to your room, which was very different. In the place only had a bed, crucifix on one wall and a night table, on which lay a rosary and a whip, which was whipped every time he thought he had been tainted with sin. He knelt before the crucifix, he removed his robe, revealing a scarred back, right away, took the rosary and the whip and began to punish by a memory that shook his body and ate at his soul, was the memory of a Women, the only one who had pardoned and released. "Mea culpa ... mea culpa "whispered one and again, opening his previous injuries and the blood flowed back. Still, continued for a long time, looking to forget that face for a absolution from God.
But the memory was not leaving. I kept remembering how he had started it all. He had been in the library, buried in a mountain of books. Reginald, that she had missed him and became suspicious, however, suspicions vanished when he saw her eyes, she looked up to notice that someone was watching and got nervous upon seeing the Arbiter.
¾ Good afternoon ¾ Reginald bowed politely.
¾ Good afternoon ¾ she replied.
¾ Let me introduce myself ¾ continued Inquisitor ¾ am Reginald Denmoore, the Inquisitor General of the city.
¾ Teresa Von Varden ¾ "she said extending his hand in label. He kissed her hand and smiled, I was awed by this spectacle.
Since that day, he always went to the library and just watched. In his heart began to feel things I had not felt before, was in love and despite being a man of God, did not care, she had become his only reason for living, she one day would be theirs. She treated him politely, hiding the nervousness that caused his daily visits to the library. One winter day Teresa Reginald did not find as usual, but he wanted her, so he asked each person in the city for his home. Upon finding her, he saw a guy talking to her, at that moment realized how naive I had been, as the couple gave a passionate kiss, sparking anger in Reginald "will not make fun of me," he vowed to himself.
quickly returned home and told his executioners to investigate this guy. They discovered that it was Teresa's boyfriend were planning to marry. Reginald was furious and after returning your office stationery chaos, argued that both were heretics and were arrested. She was very strong, Reginald as expected, while the boy did not survive the daily torture and false charges he admitted, "the end is mine," said satisfied. The Inquisitor immediately ordered the execution, especially requested that Teresa witnessing the death of his beloved and then was given to his family, who reported the decision. It greatly angered by not listening to the cries of agony of the boy while he was burned alive, wanted to see him writhe in pain before leaving this world and his beloved.
His executioners fulfilled his instructions, giving hope to the Inquisitor for her to notice him. Not so, as Teresa hated him for what he had done and he did change to Reginald. Now, every day trying to forget it and find God's forgiveness for his sin.
Manyr entered the room just in time to watch with pleasure as the man was punished himself. When she finished she heard him whisper "Teresa, why?", Which reminded the devil his mission. He focused his energy and projected to the Inquisitor, making it painfully hit against the wall. When you look back and see similar appearance his face went white as a sheet and began to pray.
Ja ¾, ¾ deluded laughed Manyr ¾ do you think it will save? ¾ But the Inquisitor did not answer ¾ well, then starts the function.
The demon used his power to restrain Reginald and merge it with the wall. He took a beautiful dagger decorated with precious stones like rubies and emeralds. Then started cutting the body of the Inquisition, which not only caused screams of pain from the inquisitor, but also caused blood to run in spurts.
Manyr also gave one hit on the face. Then flip and chose to admire the wounds of the whip made it appear out of nowhere a vessel containing a mixture of salt and lemon, which applied to the lesions, causing Reginald scream even louder. When finished, the inquisitor fainted from the pain, but the demon was not finished yet, still lacked cause spiritual pain, which looked forward. After a few strokes, the inquisitor regained consciousness and his remaining forces could only mean ...
¾ Why ... Why? ¾ inquired Reginald ¾ why ... do this?
¾ really hoped that you asked me ¾ Manyr said ¾ Teresa is the desire of the Inquisitor General VonVarden Reginald Denmoore pay for the injustice committed long ago.
¾ What, will my beloved Teresa? ... no ... can not be ¾ Reginald protested.
¾ You were very naive to think that your dear Teresa is a normal person ¾ said the devil.
¾ What do you mean? ¾ the inquisitor asked puzzled.
¾ Ja, because you were an idiot to kill a mere mortal and free up to a real witch ¾ Manyr laughed.
The demon had been right at that moment the face of horror Reginald Manyr showed the effect of that statement. Seasoned gradually lost his inquisitor last vestiges of sanity. He started screaming like crazy trying to get out of his imprisonment, though for more than struggled, his limbs did not move an inch. Finally, after what was only five minutes, Reginald fainted again, making Manyr understand that his game was over. The dagger, turned it into a sword and he was gradually cutting the head of the inquisitor. The body convulsed, but the devil was stronger and finally the head was separated from the rest of the body.
completed the task, Manyr saved the head in a bag that had and left to see a smile on his face "at last be mine" he said triumphantly and disappeared from the room.
Teresa in the forest was still dealing with creatures of the place, awaiting the return of the devil. When he appeared, she was anxious to know the details and he was willing to give it. She listened patiently to everything that happened.
¾ That wimp! ¾ said Teresa irritated ¾ if I had known, I would have done it myself.
¾ Will you do your part? ¾ once again asked the devil.
¾ First things first ¾ merely answered her, glared ¾ I see his head.
Manyr took the bag and took the head of that earlier had been the murderer of her beloved Arturo.
¾ Well, you kept your part ¾ said Teresa and began to undress, being totally naked. Manyr pleased, it came slowly, but surely that this time would do nothing to defend ¾ one thing ¾ said looking into his eyes.
¾ What? ¾ Manyr inquired.
¾ Make it quick ¾ "she ¾ know very well that I have suffered enough.
¾ Okay ¾ agreed the devil and take her in his arms, he knew he would do well to give it taste, after all she was right, and had tolerated too.
FIN
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