One night I was in a man's dream, Damien went to someone else but our bodies were in the same bed. I could hear screaming in the man's dream, but only I could hear it, the man was completely unaware. I went back to my body as fast as possible, my heart was pounding hard in my chest as I looked to the empty spot in the bed next to me. I touched it, the spot was lukewarm, I jumped out of bed and ran around the cathedral, trying to find Damian while the screams were still blaring in my head, tormenting me, I called out for him several times but the only response was continued screaming. No one was in the cathedral! Where were Nicholai, Netta and Alyanna? Were they running from the screaming?
I ran towards the front doors of the cathedral, the screaming got louder and louder, I was breathing heavier and heavier, my heart raced faster and faster. Then I opened the doors.. to a column of fire.. blazing, raging, terrible fire that lit up the night, and in the center of that fire was a black cross. Many of the town's drunken men were gathered around the fire shouting something, but all that I could hear were the heart-wrenching screams. Tears rolled down my face. "NYMAAA!" It was Damien, screaming in pain, his perfect ivory body was darker, his blonde hair singed, his pale blue eyes were closed.
"Stop this! Stop this NOW!", I shouted above the screams, above the drunks and raging fire.
"Foolish woman, tricked by this demon into love." One of the drunks mumbled as if he was sorry for me. Sorry, no, but he would be.
Hot energy, invisible to the human eye, exploded out of me. The energy covered the men like a hot black mist, killing them instantly. I chased the fire away with Magick and tore the still hot chains off of my Damian. He fell into my arms, charred and barely holding to life. "It hurts...so much." He whispered dryly.
"I am so sorry my love." He was a black blob, tears were keeping me from seeing him clearly. He was so hot in my arms, I could feel that the fire had nearly melted the flesh off of him. He smelled like cinders, old and dry cinders, but he was still my rose and I loved him the same. Why did they do this to him? I deserved to be burned alive, not him. My crying turned to violent sobs that shook both of us. Why him? "Damien," I managed to say between sobs, "I love you and I will find you again, even if it takes a thousand life times." I slit my palm open with a hot nail from the cross with a shaking hand and used Blood Magick to bind a piece of my soul to his, so he knew I was devoted to him.
He whispered something to me, something I was unable to hear, then no more. I felt his soul leave his body and I screamed. It felt as though my heart was torn from my chest, my rose was gone. Rain began to trickle from the sky, as if it too was crying.
I clutched Damien's lifeless body close to my chest, eventually my sobs faded into silent crying. I stayed with his body for most of the night, then I put him aside and dug a deep grave for him. I laid his body down sweetly in the wet earth, some of my loose tears fell on him before I covered him with dirt. I went to a rose bush after the dirt was packed snugly around him, and pulled the most beautiful rose. I said a silent prayer for him, hoping it might do him some good though I knew it would not, and laid the rose on top of the dirt. That entire time, there was no sign of the other horde members. I became cold and began to imagine the perfect revenge. I knew who was behind Damien's death, they would all die, all of the weeds.