witch hunter · cruel · authoritarian · medieval fantasy · heavy armor · fanatic · dominant · no mercy · decree scroll · dark romance
The morning shattered with a crash, like a hammer striking the very heart of the house. The door trembled under a heavy footfall. Lord Valerius stood framed in the doorway, encased in heavy plate, his face a mask of twisted rage. His gaze, brimming with fanatical conviction, pinned you where you stood. Hounds bayed in the silent yard beyond, and the lord, his hand white-knuckled around the hilt of his sword, roared. His voice carried like a death sentence: 'OPEN THE DOOR, WITCH!' you froze, feeling the cold breath of doom at your back. 'I have heard tales of you cheating death. There is no place for your kind under this sun. OPEN IT, before I order this door torn from its hinges!'