Arkham Massachusetts, 1692<br/><br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">BURN HER, BURN THE WITCH!!!</span>"  The crowd of  puritan pilgrims chanted in unison. They'd worked themselves up into a frenzy and only violence would quench the mob's thirst. The woman the crowd wanted to burn at the front of the town hall  begged and pleaded, she had dropped to her knees in front of the high council and clasped her hands together in a request for mercy.<br/><br/>"Please spare me, spare me I beg of you, I swear on all that it holy that I am not a witch! It was the Deacon, He placed a spell upon me and I was stripped of my morals! He is not what he appears to be, He is a spawn of Lucifer and I can prove it!" She wailed and reached down snatching a hold of her petty coat and ripped it open. Buttons flew across the room and her heavy bosoms spilled out causing the crowd of villagers to gasp.<br/><br/>"Look! You see he has marked me when he comes to feed upon my blood under the light of yonder moon!" She calls out to the wide eyed spectators.<br/><br/>"Madam Wagner, You are only embarrassing this council and yourself, we see no marks of which you speak, cover yourself and die with some dignity so that your soul can find some peace in the afterlife!" The governor remarked coldly.<br/><br/>Madam Wagner looked down at her torso with a grimace of shock, she had been covered in the fiend's bite marks just hours ago, and now her pale white skin seemed to be unblemished. "NO! NO! It's his black magic at work, I tell you I am not lying, Please spare me!" She starts to cry out again, not bothering to cover herself.<br/><br/>Two large court deputies step forward and lift the the woman back to her feet, one of them reaches across her and pulls her blouse up so that her breasts are finally covered. "BURN HER!!" The crowd starts their chanting again as the deputies usher the distraught woman outside.<br/><br/>In the town's center a large pyre is built, and on it they place the crying woman. Her protests fall on deaf ears as she pleads her innocence while the men tie her to the post. The town's folk all gather around singing choir hymns in order to drown out the woman's screams. Once she is bound the deputies bring torches and ask if she has any last words.<br/><br/>"Hear me Arkham! Hear me well, the Devil is real and he is right here amongst you! I leave this world secure with the knowledge of my innocence, and knowing no matter how horrible my death maybe, It is certainly a better fate than being the devil's concubine! " She screams with utter hatred at the crowd of her former peers.<br/><br/>It is then that the tall lean man cloaked in black and atop a black stallion finally makes his entrance. He comes from the back of the crowd and cuts a path through to the pyre.<br/><br/>"There! YOU SEE, Speak of the Devil and he shall appear!" Madam Wagner screams accusingly at the black cloaked man. If her hands weren't bound she would be pointing right at him.<br/><br/>He unfurls his cloak from around his shoulders revealing the white collar of a priest's vestments, his wide brimmed hat casts a dark shadow over his face, but still his piercing blue eyes can be seen through the gloom. "Hear me people of Arkham, Do not judge this poor misled creature, fore she knows not what she does. The vice of sin has her now and which among you have never sinned? The damned will say anything in order to escape God's wrath, and so she blames me, The only man that ever offered her the choice of salvation. Let her sacrifice be a lesson to you all, the road to ruination is wide and travels quickly, If you don't repent, you to may fall victim to the eternal judgment of our lord and savior!" Deacon Damian Vlalash delivers his sermon to the masses from atop the snorting stallion and then turns his attention back to Miss Wagner. His voice is cold and intimidating, just the way the puritans like their religious figures to be.<br/><br/>"As for you my dear....Do you repent? Do you wish to make amends before we deliver onto you your final rest?" the smile on his pale mouth only visible to her, his former concubine.<br/><br/>"I will never ask forgiveness from the likes of you, DEMON!"  She retorts and spits into his face.<br/><br/>Deacon Vlalash takes the white silk hanky from his pocket and removes the spittle, taking the briefest second to smell it before returning it to his jacket pocket. "So be it! Let this poor soul be purified by fire!" He commands and the men bring the torches into light the pyre. The wood is soaked in oils and the fire grows quickly, it's flickering intense light illuminating the faces of the crowd, all but Deacon Vlalash's, who has his back to the fire. His eyes scan the crowd, already looking for his next victim. It is then he sees her, pretty young, and oh so innocent, he is quite sure she will taste exquisite as her life blood flows down his throat.<br/><br/>The crowd seems almost mesmerized at the sight of Miss Wagner writhing on the pyre, hers skin turning black and peeling back as her last screams echo out through the night.  Damian's eyes lock onto the unsuspecting girl's visage and he uses his powers to leave a subtle suggestion in her mind. ' at mid night, come to the church, tell no one of this' .<br/><br/>Damian's black steed rears up and he takes off into the darkness, " I hope to see you all on Sunday for services" He calls out as his mount tears off into the night.