The man condemned to death, shackled in heavy iron handcuffs and guarded by four armed knights, walked through the noisy crowd that had gathered in the square to witness his execution. The man's head was proudly raised and he looked at the townspeople with contempt in his red eyes. It was impossible to read a single emotion on his pale handsome face. He had no fear of death.
– Death to the demon! Kill him, and slowly! Burn in Hell, you devil's spawn! – was heard from all sides, but the one at whom these words were thrown like stones only grinned. These ignorant people and their bastards would soon regret rejoicing in this celebration. Rejoiced in his execution.
The demon walked towards his death with a slow stroll: there was nowhere to hurry. Eternity awaited him. His tall, manly figure, clad in tattered rags that had once been clothes, towered over the townspeople as an unshakable iceberg rises above the noisy waves.
– Here you are, you monster! – A woman shouted, and a small but sharp stone struck the demon's face, scratching his cheek.
But the demon only laughed out loud. He was laughing: at the people gathered in the square, at the executioner waiting for him on the platform, at King Derek watching the execution from a beautiful box specially made for this event, at the nobles surrounding his king, at the magician who caused his capture and imminent death. On themselves.
The humans were not as weak as he had previously imagined. His dark magic had no effect on them. The gift of Darkness could not save him from death. But death was his pleasure, because he knew what fun awaited those wretched humans after his head was cut from their broad shoulders.
– Do you have one last wish? – Shouted the king to him.
But the demon did not dignify him with an answer or a glance.
– Kneel," the big, burly executioner said in a loud bass to his victim.
The demon did not move.
– On your knees! – The executioner roared and struck the demon's leg with a huge boot with an iron toe.
The red-eyed beauty fell to his knees and laughed. A moment later, his head flew straight into the crowd, leaving behind a spray of red blood.
The people cheered.
The demon had been killed.
This windless, sunny day should have brought an end to the misfortune.
But none of those who had gathered to watch the execution knew that by killing the demon, they had incurred the wrath of a great enemy who would seize any opportunity to bring destruction and death to the people.
– Your Majesty, there is a demon at the castle gate," Bergil said as he entered the king's chambers and bowed slightly.
Derek carefully ran his finger along the sharp blade of his heavy, broad sword, making sure it was sharpened properly, and then looked at his friend.
– Demon? – he grinned. – Another one? What brings him to us?
– He demands an audience with you," Bergil answered with the same grin.
– Demands? – The word made the king raise an eyebrow.
– Not just demands, but insists that you 'want' him.
– He does! – Derek laughed at that. – Well, that's a performance I don't intend to miss! Show him to the throne room.
– As chief of the guards, I must warn you of the possible consequences," Bergil frowned. – You know as well as I do what damned demons can do.