(6th August 1182 AD): 08:13 AM-------

Heavy metal door opened up, A tall and lean muscular torturer enters the cell. He was clad in a brown rustic, loose jacket. His hair hasn't been taken care of for a long time, and he had a thick beard.

A beautiful blonde woman was sitting across him on a chair, tied with ropes, her hands are on the table in front of her, tied tightly.

The torturer speaks first, barely with any emotions, "Do you understand the true extent of your sins?...your neighbor has accused you of witchcraft…."

The woman cuts him off saying firmly, "I did not commit such horrific actions! Van's crops were devoured by grasshoppers!!! I am innocent in the name of the great lord."

The torturer sighed, "do not taint our God's authority by uttering his name, you witch."

The woman got even angrier, but she knew better than to make the man in front of her mad, so she held back an outburst and said firmly, "you do not have evidence for accusing me.."

"I don't, but now I will get it, because you are unwilling to confess to your sins." the man walks up to another guard. The guard swiftly hands him a sword. This sword was sitting in the forge for a few minutes and it's already red-hot.

The torturer starts taking steps towards the woman. Her face goes pale then she starts pleading, explaining how she is innocent...Not long before the sword gets brought down on four fingers of her right hand

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!" A nightmarish scream echoes through the cell.

"You still have time to-..." he couldn't even finish the sentence. The woman's loud cries kept interrupting him. so he...

waited. His job was to get confessions from the suspects at all costs it doesn't matter if they've even committed the crime or not.

Once the woman's cries got less loud he speaks again, "So... now you either confess or... It will not be easy... for both of us..."

he turns around to get something. When he turns back to the woman, there was a pair of metal pilars in his hand.

One by one he starts to rip the woman's teeth out, each pull accompanied by guttural screams that can make anyone sick but he kept going

Pluck!

Pluck!

Pluck!

"Aggghhhaaaahhh-..." the woman's screams became strained. There was blood all over her mouth. she was able to drink her own blood at that point so she did because she didn't want to spit in the cell which might piss the torturer off. The torturer took a step back leaving only front set of teeth so she could talk but this woman is so stubborn...

"I...I did...n-not...d-d-do...it..." the woman managed to mutter the words out which only frustrated the torturer.

"I understand..." says the torturer and turned around. When he turned back he had...just a long wooden stick in his hands?...

The torturer gripped the stick tightly and looked at the woman before speaking,

"I am giving you one last chance, confess to your crimes and I'll personally request the pope to reward you a painless death."

The woman looked into his cold eyes, she knows that no matter how much she begs, this man is not letting her go but she still shook her head, denying the torturer's offer.

Without hesitation the torturer brings the stick down to her shoulder with brute force, instantly dislocating it.

"aagghhhh..." the woman's screams became more strained since she has already damaged her vocal cords

The torturer starts his brutal beatdown, showing no mercy at all. The woman got both of her shoulders dislocated, broke her orbital bone, her tibia and fibula (shinbone) crushed, her arms broken. The torturer managed to avoid damaging the vital areas while simultaneously inflicting as much pain as he could.

The woman still did not confess. Getting frustrated the Torturer had no choice but to try one of the most effective techniques he knew.

"I think we should try a different approach..."

he says walks up behind the chair which the woman was sitting on and grabs a fistful of her hair

"If you confess then I assure you, your kids and husband will get banished to the outskirts. They shall be able to live a peaceful life there, however...." he tightens the grip on her hair, "If you die here, People will believe that your curse got passed on to your family and all of them shall be executed."

The woman's eyes widened in fear. Her face got so pale that she looked like a ghost. She quickly panics, "N-NO!! You can't...D-Do th-s TO U-U-US!!!...W-e are... IN-INNOCENT!!"

"Your choice will either save your family or-..."

"I Did it!...I-I c-commited witchcraft!.."

The torturer looks satisfied, "say it again,please."

"I DID EVERYTHING! I-I B-BREW A POTION AND...AND POURED I-IT INTO THE S-S-SOIL WH-WHERE CROPS WERE S-SUPPOSED TO G-G-ROW!..."

the woman finally confesses. Brutal torture methods didn't work but a simple threat did...

later that day in afternoon, People gathered at the center of the town. The woman was brought onto the high platform, supported by two men as she couldn't walk with her broken shin. She gets nailed to a large plank made of dry wood. The woman's husband and her 8 year old son, Charles were also present in the crowd wanting to see their loved one for the very last time.

the husband had to put a hand on Charles' mouth because of his loud cries. People around them felt both pity and sadness.

Person: "I can't believe that this witch deceived these innocent souls...May lord be with these two"

The people kept discussing until the priest speaks up firmly...

"For those who are present in this beautiful event, I want to say a few words to all of you."

The priest takes a deep breath before speaking again, "I priest Lewis the IX, joyous to declare that another one of these evil creatures..." he says pointing at the tied up woman, "is going to get banished from this world and spend eternity in the fires of inferno as she deserves!" he took a deep breath before continuing, "I pray for the lord to bless those who have been hurt by this creature. We will fight against them until our last breath!"

The crowd erupts into cheers and claps. The executioner sets the plank on fire, the crowd cheered as the woman screamed in agony. Her husband covered the eyes of Charles who is so stunned that he couldn't move...

With this another Evil was banished from this world.

Lemns(followers of Lemnoism) and Kruks(followers of Kruksism) have been going into wars against each other for centuries. These wars caused havoc throughout southern Europe, northern Africa and the middle-east. The Lemns always wanted the holy city of Jersoel, located in Israel where they believe their messenger of God was born. British kingdom has formed allience with Italy, Austria and France to defend Europe from Kurks and launch Lemsades(military invasion/attacks) for protecting Lemns living in Kurk occupied land but the Kurk ideology influenced Ushoman empire was overwhelmingly strong that if British kingdom fought them alone, the whole Europe would've been wrecked and Lemnoism would've been lost in history.

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15th March, 1203 AD:

"MARCH!" the army of young general Marcus followed him as he marched through the plains of English outskirts. all of the men covered their noses. "General, it smells like death..." one of the men spoke up

"excellent! Means we are close to the source of this smell" Marcus replied. He sounded satisfied with how this mission was going.

"so...what is the purpose of this? Are we supposed to see if someone is alive after those damn Kurks wrecked this part of the kingdom?!" the soldier exclaimed

Marcus remained calm and patiently answered, "king Swanson's orders it is,Luke. We are not supposed to question his judgement."

"Whatever you say...I just want to get my hands on those Kurks! I'll rip them apart!" the soldier(Luke) said.

"ENOUGH! MARCH!" Marcus shouted, the men, sensing the urgency started following him.

After marching for a few minutes the soldiers finally stumbled upon a shallow pond...a pond of blood with corpses of local villagers in if.

"Kurks..." Luke says through gritted teeth.

Marcus didn't reply. He looked around a bit and turned around,facing his soldiers...

"I don't see anyone, we have to return-.." Marcus instantly gets interrupted by Luke, "So you're saying that those Kurks can sail over here, kill our people and we should run away like cowards?!" the soldiers erupted and started yelling at Marcus

Marcus keeps his calm and says, "there is no one here, calm down. I wouldn't stand still if I saw even one kurk here but for now as you can see, there are only corpses lying here. We need to go back."

the soldiers all went quiet but still whispered among themselves. "TURN BACK! MARCH!"

Marcus commanded and his soldiers started retreating from the grotesque landscape.

After a week(23rd March) the Marcus and his 120 men finally reach the capital, Lambon. Marcus left the army after making Luke the temporary captain. Luke marched the army through the capital to reach the king's palace.

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Meanwhile Marcus arrives at his house to finally be with his wife after months of battles with Kurk invaders outside of the British Kingdom only to see his friends, Ladan, A tall and lanky warrior and Ovince a short yet accurate Archer, master at using crossbows waiting for Marcus. Marcus gets a bit surprised to see them at his house. He approaches them and says, "Ladan? Ovince? What an unexpected meeting!" but before he could say anything else Ovince says, "there is no time, come with us to the palace, Now!"

Marcus gets a bit confused but still asks, "I apologise but I want to see Helga-..."

"The King's men took Helga with them, Marcus!!! He wants to speak to you!!!" says Ovince, his voice is desperate than ever.

Marcus is left speechless but after standing still for a few moments he finally says something...

"WHAT?!!!"