InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Judgment ❯ A Wizard's Death ( Chapter 2 )

Since Kagome, Sango, and Kaede had to die, I thought Inuyasha and Miroku should join them. So here's another segment of Judgment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and company, though I shall ask my other personality if she does.

Judgment

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"Slave to Satan!"

The townspeople pushed Inuyasha to the ground. With his hands tied behind his back, he wasn't able to break the fall. Pain sliced into his shoulder, making him bite his lip to not cry out.

The shouts of the townspeople filled the air. The shouts for the prosecuting over the betrayer of God.

One man, roughly, dragged him back to his feet. He forcefully dragged him towards his judgment. This betrayer, as well as his friend, would be the examples. The example that would end the forbidden religion.

The man pushed him and Miroku onto the wooden platform. He wasn't able to catch himself in time, and stumbled to the ground. He landed on his injured shoulder, causing pain to spread throughout his body. He tightly closed his eyes, promising himself that he would not cry out. He had to be strong, to show that he was worthy.

One man roughly grabbed his arms, pulling him to stand vertical. He felt a blade slide between his hands, causing him to stiffen. He didn't know what was going on, until he felt the pressure subside from her wrists. He placed his hands in front of him, trying to rub the pain away.

He wasn't free for long.

The men dragged him backwards, till his back came against something hard. They pulled his arms behind him, tying his wrists once more. He knew what was coming, and he was ready to face it.

"Citizens of this town. We are gathered her today to witness the burning of these Devil worshippers." Rev. Naraku yelled.

His gaze went over the crowd, as men placed piles of wood and dead leaves around him and his life long friend. He never meant for Miroku to get involved in this. If only he could turn back time.

The crowd was filled with hatred, even the young children, who didn't understand what was happening. One day these people will understand. They will understand that there is nothing to be afraid of.

He twisted his wrists around, testing the strength of the knot. He knew that it was his time to leave this world, yet he found himself wanting to live. Wanting to live in a world that despised him.

Rev. Naraku grabbed a torch from the murderous crowd. He waved the torch in the air, causing the crowd to cheer. For the first time in his life, he was afraid. He was afraid of the pain that he knew was coming. He closed his eyes; silently praying for his death would be fast.

"Praying for your master to come and save you? Think again wizard. He's not here to save you or your companion today." Rev. Naraku said, spitting in his face.

He bowed his head, holding his tongue. He would not scream, or beg. He would go out with honor, even though the villagers thought he had none.

"Today you will die. May you burn in Hell with the rest of your kind."

He lowered the torch, the noise of the crowd subsiding to witness the event. He, slowly, opened his eyes, wanting to watch as the flame started to surround him. Panic quickly expanded in his body, suffocating him. He was going to die, and he do anything about it.

He lifted his head, and turned to Miroku. Miroku was a proud man, never showing fear, even when a brother or a father decided to defend their young girl against his lecherous ways. He never showed fear. Until now.

Tears were now running down his face. Tears that he could not stop. He stared at the crowd through the flames, traveling from one pair of eyes to the next. He could see the laughter in their eyes. They were glad that he was feeling pain.

The pain was too much to bear. His inhuman scream filled the silent air. He could feel his skin beginning to melt, baring his bones to the world. He could also hear Miroku's screams. He couldn't bear them. There was no way to help his friend.

He fell to the ground, his legs to weak to support him. The fire quickly attacked his whole body. He could smell the scent of melting skin, the smell of burning hair. He knew his life was over.

The black proof of death filled the air, followed by the cheers of the villagers.

Just to let you all know, men were crucified as well. Again no experience in burning, so I have no idea how it feels.

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