The sharp herbal tang brushed her nose and she inhaled sharply, gaining consciousness quickly and feeling a heat. Her cat eye widened as the violet flames licked at her, her deadeye staying the same. He would be cruel enough to wake her while she burned.
She didn't bother moving, knowing the hot metal of the chains would only add to the agony if she shifted and it washed away her skin. The first wave of heat got past her clothes, burning her legs and she looked out, locking eye(s) with Xero as he stood, arms crossed and watched her die.
He'd call it a cleansing, ending the life of a witch. But she'd know it, the stars would know it as revenge for the woman she was helpless to save. She would've been safe and comfy-hidden away for years to come if he had just accepted that death is a barrier no one can truly breach
People would rejoice at her funeral, if they even bothered with such a noble thing. The end of the dark cat would be shouted by paperboys on the corners of streets all around. Her cold heart would burn at last.
She didn't bother moving, knowing the hot metal of the chains would only add to the agony if she shifted and it washed away her skin. . .
One of the few pieces that I'm proud of myself over. The cover photo prompted this, it's by Charmal on zerochan(dot net) and I don't own it :)
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