"Now I ask of you, will you kill me?" I asked the knight, I looked at him for the first time since I began my story. He looked stunned and aged, as if my story had taken his youth.
The knight stood and rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "So what you are telling me is that you are a seductress, a demon, and you killed many men and women over your life time? You killed a group of drunk men all at once? And your demon lover is buried next to a burned down cathedral that contains the rest of your horde of demons?"
"Yes." By the look on his face I thought he was going to laugh.
"A woman did all that?"
"Yes a woman did all that!"
His brows furrowed. He shook his head and walked back to his horse. "What you need is asylum."
I grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully behind his back. "What I need is death!"
He drew his sword with his free hand. "Release me!"
I pulled his arm back farther, almost pulling it out of its socket. I whispered into his ear. "Kill me and you will be released, lose an arm if you refuse."
I sighed, this poor mad woman was relentless. "As you wish." I pointed my sword in her direction and penetrated her. Her body fell back as I pulled my sword forward. I stood and wiped her blood from my blade. Poor thing, I sheathed my sword and stared at her, blood pooled around her. She was beautiful, in death I could tell she was sad, her pink lips were drawn down slightly and the look in her dead eyes said that she had suffered.
I mounted my horse and rode to a town near by. I saw something odd and stopped my horse. There was a cathedral, the roof had fallen in and a few of the windows had shattered. I dismounted my horse and walked up to the building. I peered into a window, the entire inside was black, it smelled of fire and flesh. I looked down, I was standing on top of disturbed earth and a dying rose. I was taken aback. "Her story...was true?"
I picked up the dying rose, a petal broke off of it and drifted to the ground. "Poor creatures died in love." I placed the rose back on the grave. Even I felt sadness for this man I had never met.