Chapter 104: Execution and Embracing Lover
The stake was set up in the evening. For some reason, all burnings at the stake were preferred to be held at night.
Maybe he wanted to enjoy the moving sight of flames burning the night.
Darien had never witnessed a burning at the stake himself, but he had heard a drunk in a tavern say, "It's a shame you haven't seen how it's carried out. You don't know, the orange-red flames shot up high, burning the dark sky red. Those flames sent the sinners to hell, but how can hell be in heaven? ... And one thing I must say, roasted human flesh smells so good..."
The drunk sitting next to him threw a bottle at him, knocking him under the table, and his memories of the stake came to an abrupt end.
The burning at the stake would only be held late at night, which made it easier for Darien to activate the formation and for Seville to escape from the stake.
Although everything was under control, Darien still felt a sense of unease in his heart.
This lingering feeling kept lingering in his heart, and he clearly felt that his worry and longing for Seville were growing day by day.
He admitted that he did love Seville more than he had expected. He didn't feel it when they were together every day, but when they separated, the restlessness in his heart almost filled him up.
Fortunately, the final execution time finally arrived.
As the last ray of sunlight sank into the ground, the church members detained the magician and the devil's son who summoned the devil and walked around the main street of the town, with their final destination being the Bishop's Square.
At this time of the night it was already very dark, and not many people returned to the streets to watch the parade, but they would secretly hide behind windows to peek at the parade.
The light from the torches was so blinding that the two people held in the middle of the team could not be seen clearly. However, from today onwards, rumors would spread throughout this town about two humanoid monsters with hideous horns, fangs, and sharp spikes being burned at the stake.
When Seville and little Darien were taken to the Bishop's Square, Darien had already made preparations in the house opposite. As long as the torches ignited the firewood pile, the red rain formation would be activated. The rain falling from the sky would not only extinguish the flames, but also melt away all the sins.
There was only a large pile of firewood in the Bishop's Square with a tall cross on it. The church members planned to tie them together to save some labor.
Darien kept staring at the dancing flames in the distance. The clusters of light hurt his eyes so much that they felt sore and his vision began to blur.
He blinked hard, and the sour tears in his eyes were quickly hidden back into his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the flames in the distance had gathered into one, and the pile of firewood was about to be ignited.
Little Darien was scared.
He knew what was going to happen next. He and the magician would be tied to the wood and set on fire, just like the other children in the orphanage roasted ants with matches.
The orange-red flames will make the ants' already thin bodies even shriveled. The black bodies will not be roasted into charcoal in an instant, but will struggle in the flames for a few seconds before emitting the aroma of meat.
They will be roasted like ants.
Little Darien had seen the roasted ants, their limbs twisted and dry like cut antennae.
They will become like this, right? Their bodies will be roasted and dried up. Will it hurt? Ants don’t have mouths to wail. Will they scream in pain until they are burned to death?
Little Darien was trembling with fear. He didn't want to die. He was obviously not the devil's child...
When my hands were still shaking and tears were about to burst out, a warm object was stuffed into my palm. It felt like a key.
After Sewell handed the key over, he said nothing and waited silently for the burning to begin.
Pungent-smelling kerosene was poured sparingly at their feet, and the cracks in the towering firewood pile were filled with flammable straw. Just a spark would burn the person tied up on it into a red fireball.
"Burn the devil! Burn the devil! Burn the devil!" the people watching below shouted.
The sound was deafening and sharp enough that Darien could hear it clearly from the second-floor terrace at the edge of the square.
Such a scene was far away from him, and that memory had actually faded away, but at this moment, the memory that had disappeared into the water like an iceberg resurfaced, and the young child was crying in his heart.
Tears filled his heart, making his pounding heart ache, and the pain made his mind clearer.
The executioners were church members holding torches. They threw half of the torches in their hands into the pile of firewood. The flames immediately jumped up when they came into contact with kerosene, forming a large sea of fire.
With flames dancing in Darien's eyes, he immediately poured the potion into the center of the formation, quickly cut his fingers with the sharp blade, and chanted a string of spells quickly from his mouth.
A thick dark cloud immediately covered the sky of the entire Bishop's Square, and the bloody wind blew the flames on the firewood pile even more fiercely.
The formation has been activated, and all Darien has left is to wait.
The cut on his finger was too deep and the blood did not stop, dripping onto the ground drop by drop. However, he felt no pain and his eyes were fixed on the human figure in the fire.
The flames jumped, and his heart jumped with them. He clearly saw a large ball of flame jump onto Sewell's calf.
Come on! Let it rain! Come on! Come on!
His soul was crying out, and the red rain finally arrived as promised.
Scarlet raindrops dripped down onto the Bishop's Square. The huge fire was not extinguished immediately, but was only suppressed a little.
But suddenly screams broke out in the crowd.
The crowd was not large. Most of them were Ralph, Reuben and people from the church. The blood rain soaked them thoroughly. Sizzling sounds came from their bodies one after another. Horrible things were happening to them.
They are "melting".
The severe pain in their bodies made those exposed to the blood rain run desperately under the surrounding buildings, but the blood rain was so powerful that Ralph and Reuben turned into blood flowing in the cracks between the bricks before they could run two steps.
Screams and chaos filled the entire Bishop's Square. Some people turned into blood on the spot, some only had their faces corroded, and some were unharmed... Finally, the flames on the stake went out.
Sewell took advantage of the chaos in the square to tear off the ropes that bound little Darien, then quickly transformed back into a crow and flew towards Darien.
Darien's eyes were filled with bitter tears, and he opened his arms to welcome his returning lover.
The crow flying back from a distance transformed back into human form the moment it leaped onto the terrace and hugged Darien tightly.
Darien smelled soot and burning.
"I'm back, we did it." Sewell rubbed his cheek, his voice tired but happy.
"Welcome back, I missed you so much." Darien buried his face in Savior's chest and wiped away the tears that were about to fall.
"I missed you too." Sewell's right hand gently stroked his back.
They didn't hug for long, but quickly separated. Darien looked at Sewell's face, which was covered with black ash, and reached out to touch it.
Originally, there was only black ash on Seville's face, but when he touched it, a streak of bright red blood spread from his eye sockets to his cheeks.
"Your hand." Sewell grabbed his hand and held it in front of his eyes.
Only then did Darien notice the wound on his hand, and the pain began to flare up at this moment.
"It's okay. I was a little too impatient when I cut it just now, and I accidentally made a deeper wound."
"Does it hurt?" Seville grabbed the hand, put it to his lips and gently sucked the wound.
Darien was immediately speechless, and the dull pain in his fingertips turned into a tingling sensation.
It lasted for a long time before Sewell let go of his hand and the bleeding stopped.
Darien was a little slow to withdraw his hand, but when he smelled the faint smell of blood in the air, he suddenly remembered that he had not checked Sevier's body yet.
The flames on the stake licked Seville's calves. He pushed Seville down and carefully examined the skin under the clothes that were burned to pieces.
There are some burn marks, a shallow layer on the surface of the skin, not too serious.
"I'm fine, and little Darien is fine too. He was tied up very tightly and the fire didn't burn him." Seville leaned against the low wall of the terrace and laughed muffledly.
"Does it hurt?" Darien didn't dare to touch the scars, and hurriedly took out the healing potion he had prepared long ago from his pocket.
The most effective potion was poured directly onto Seville's burned limbs as if it were free, which was not at all like the style of the stingy wizard.
Sewell twisted the bottle, and the potion inside suddenly poured back onto his own fingers.
The wound, so deep that the flesh was visible, healed immediately and became as smooth as new.
"What are you doing?" Darien glared at Sevier.
"Obviously, doing the same thing as you." Sewell said, leaning closer.
"You look so ugly right now." Darien pushed his face away in disgust.
Then someone came up to me and rubbed my face with dirt.
Across from the pile of firewood soaked in blood, a child slowly climbed down after being stunned for a moment.
He was a little confused holding the key in his hand, but he did not wait there for a long time. Instead, he made up his mind and walked out of the square.
In the future, he was on the terrace opposite, taking out a new set of clothes and patting Sewell to change into them quickly.
After urging Seville to change his clothes, Darien quickly wiped out the formation. They were about to set off to accompany him on the last leg of the journey.
Little Darien's pace was not fast. After leaving the Bishop's Square, he walked towards the outside of the city.
Darien clearly remembered not knowing the way to the next town and simply wandering aimlessly onto the right path.
But now he added a little guess of his own, maybe he didn't take the right path at the beginning, but was helped by a mysterious person on the way.
Of course, such mysterious people are him and Seville.
"I'm ready." Sewell came out of the house.
"Let's go," Darien nodded.
The pouring blood rain had stopped, and the two of them turned into birds and flew towards Little Darien.
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