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Suffer
Legacy Name: Suffer


The Custom Nightmare Sheeta
Owner: Pirate

Age: 17 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 11th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 11th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 46
     
  • Strength: 104
     
  • Defense: 104
     
  • Speed: 104
     
  • Health: 104
     
  • HP: 104/104
     
  • Intelligence: 12
     
  • Books Read: 12
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Footsteps outside, quickly coming closer. The heavy, wooden door is opened and two bearded men enter the room. Between them there is another person, a young male wearing nothing but a stained tunic. His bound hands are trembling, his head is bowed and he is barely able to walk on his own legs that look maltreated and oddly deformed. A few thick drops are falling to the ground. Blood.

"Andreas von Paholt." The voice cutting the silence is that of a man sitting behind a large desk. Beside him there are four others but both, his clothes and cold attitude, make it obvious that he is the man in charge. The town's mayor. "Andreas von Paholt, yesterday you confessed that you are a warlock, a servant of the devil. I am asking you now - is that the truth?"

The man in the dirty tunic slowly raises his head. In his eyes lie pain and fear but also something else it seems. "Father, I-"
A drastic change in the mayor's face lets the young man stop. For a moment it is as if he's waiting for an answer, then he goes on. "I ain't a warlock, I did no wrong."

"What does that mean?" The mayor raises an eyebrow and leans forward in his chair as if he is hard of hearing. "Repeat your words!"
"I ain't a warlock, I did no wrong." For the first time the young man is looking the mayor right in the face. "Please believe me, I never did any evil, I am innocent!"

The mayor literally jumps up from his chair, a large vein on his forehead is bulging while he is fumbling for a paper. "Let me quote you!" he then hisses before he starts to read. "You said //...his name was Hannß as he told me, he wore a black robe and a brown hat with a large feather on it. Instead of feet he had hooves...// and so on and so forth. Very detailed description of him I'd say, lively and colorful from beginning to end so where did you get it from if you've, as you now say, never seen him?"

For a few seconds the younger one is holding the mayor's gaze, then he bows his head again and looks down to the blood between his bare feet. "I said so because you wanted to hear it...to end this suffering you've put me through!" Suddenly he falls down to his knees, with folded hands he looks up to the mayor who is still standing behind the desk. "Father, please-"

"DON'T CALL ME FATHER! I HAVE NO SON ANYMORE, MY SON IS DEAD!"

The mayor's voice is rolling through the small chamber like thunder, with his right fist he bangs on the desk and for a brief moment it seems as he's ready to attack; then his face turns into an emotionless mask again and he sits down. "Well, then you leave me no choice I'm afraid..." His eyes now move over to one of the bearded men next to prisoner. "Bring him back to the tower, the torturer will know what to do."

The young man's eyes grow wide, he starts to scream and to fight against the hands that are trying to raise him up again. "No, no, NOOO - not back to him! I confess, I confess everything you want but don't bring me back to him..." Convulsive sobbing makes it impossible for him to say more, he just sits there and cries. Broken.

"Is that so?" A little smile appears on the mayor's face but it's by no means a pleasant sight. Fanatic. "Well then tell me what you have to confess." He makes himself comfortable in his chair, leaning back and folding his arms over his breast. "I am not waiting until sunset, you know?"

"I..." The younger's voice sounds like a raven's cawing, he has to cough before he can go on. "I am...I am a warlock. I made a pact with the devil and gave myself to him. I also danced with him, on the Brocken. It was me who sickened the cattle of Anders Henot and it was me who poisoned the blacksmith's daughter. I did it out of vengeance and if I weren't caught I had continued my mission..."

Not much more than twenty-four hours later Andreas von Paholt was brought to the town's marketplace where he was burned as a witch. He made no sound when the fire ate him up but his eyes kept staring in one direction until the end - to the mayor, the man who had chosen his profession and reputation over the life of his son.

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