From her perch high in the trees, Cerys watched as several villagers passed under her. Wow, they really did come to look for me. She shook her head, a smile spreading across her face. Fools. She knew that the village wanted her dead at all costs, but to think after what she did to their priest. They no longer had any “divine protection” from her “devilish ways”, so why would they risk searching for her?
As the search party disappeared from sight, Cerys started her descent down the tree. It took longer than climbing, since she had to feel her way with her feet. She was halfway down when a strange muttering reached her ears. The words made no sense to her, but even so, she knew what it meant. Trouble.
Instantly her vision began to spin and her body began to numb. Devil Wards, great. Cerys tried to think clearly. Hoping it would help, she focused her attention on a small pebble by the base of the tree. Bad idea. The pebble grew and grew, and the ground along with it. THUD!
Fire screamed through her veins, igniting every nerve in her body. It felt as if daggers were piercing her skin, slowly and painfully. Cerys thrashed her arms as if trying to push the knives in, get the pain over with, but that only made things worse. A shriek escaped her throat, echoing throughout the mountain. Saliva dripped from the contorted corners of her mouth, running until it finally hit the ground dissolving altogether.
“Well aren’t you pathetic?” Cerys’ eyes rolled over to glare at the figure towering over her. A black robe dropped from his thin shoulders and a giant cross swung from his neck. The town sure was getting desperate for a priest. It was obvious from the strength of his ward that he had just been sworn in. It may have been strong in the beginning, but the real key to a good ward was how long it lasted. Already she could feel the pain ebbing away, her mind clearing slightly.
“Did you really think you could escape being cleansed? You’re cursed, there’s no way that you could escape God’s wrath.”
Cerys smirked. That's it, keep talking. “Your God can’t do shit. If this God of yours is so powerful, then why am I still alive?”
“Because even God has things he hesitates to touch, you little imbecile. Don’t you know anything?” More than you. You can’t even keep up a decent Devil Ward, but that's fine by me.
“I know that I’m Devil Touched and I know that without the Devil Ward’s power, you’re even weaker than the God you worship!” Cerys sprang. She stab his eyes with the pads of her thumbs. "If you want to be closer to your God I would suggest getting rid of these troublesome eyes. Judging people based on appearance is supposed to be a big no no, isn't it?" Cerys cooed. "Now these hands. How many lives have they taken so far? Two, three, or don't you know?"
“Stop! Please, I'm begging you. I have a family. Spare me, please!” The priest cried.
"Stop? Stop!? That sounds like an order! Do you honestly think you have the right to order me around? You little bastard! Do you have any idea why you're where you are now? Do you even have the slightest hint, of why I ended up like this?! Do you!" Cerys' eyes watered, tears threatening to spill. "You know you're not the only one. I think so too." She was sobbing now. "I'm a monster and a curse, but I have no choice, I have to live like this! It's how I was born." Her voice trailed off as the sobs took over.
A sudden pain struck her head. Her vision blurred. What was happening?
(To be continued...)
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