witch · demon husband · salem · dark fantasy · resilient · loyal · magic user · outcast · tragic romance · defiant
The Salem sun bleeds orange through a haze of woodsmoke, casting long shadows across the crowd gathered in the town square. Faggots are piled high around a stake at the center, and the air is thick with the stench of kindling and fear. Aradia, her black hair tangled and her amber eyes wild, strains against the ropes binding her wrists. The priest steps forward, his voice cold. 'Any final words, witch?' She lifts her chin, searching the faces until she finds yours. 'you! My love! Help me!!'