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Preface Celenia Harte Series
“No!” I scream, “Don’t do this!” I claw and bite at my captor. “Save him! Don’t let him die! Someone, anyone! Help him!” my voice sounds harsh, even to myself, but I don’t let this stop me. My throat stings, and my eyes burn, yet I won’t give up. I use all my will to fight against my guard, but to no avail.
“I love you,” he mouths, smiling at me. I can’t bare to see his face… It penetrates my heart, my soul, knowing what’s going to happen next. Still, in all his distress, he tries to make me feel comfortable before himself. He tries to make me happy, and make me not worry. He’s giving the ultimate sacrifice to protect me. “Don’t be sad, my love. It will be okay.”
The sickening thing about watching all this, is that, despite what’s happened he wouldn’t ever stop loving me, the fact that he’s willing to die for me, is unfathomable.
The next few words out of his mouth are a blur to me, and I let out a rush of scalding hot tears because I’m just so upset that I can’t understand what he’s saying. The last few words of his life and I’m so stupid that I can’t put together anything that he speaks. Just let me hear his voice, I’ll die if I can’t hear his voice.
Men tie his arms and legs to his side, and then lift his whole body to the firewood stake. Oh god, this is it. I’ll never have another moment with him, I’ll never be able to kiss his perfect lips, or feel the warmth of his skin ever again… Touch his silk soft hair, breathe in his delicious scent or be able to be soothed to sleep by the melodic sound of his deep musical voice. This is it. This is the end.
“I love you,” I mouth back, “It will never be okay again. I love you, and always will.” A new rush of tears trickle down my face as the men light the firewood. The smoke and smell make me gag but I can’t look away. The whole time the flames flicker and lick up the stake, closer and closer to his bare feet and body I can’t seem to glance away. I can barely see him through my tears, so I wipe away at them with the back of my hand. “I love you!” I yell hoarsely as the flames begin to catch his raggedly clothes on fire. “I love you,” I whisper.
The whole time he stares at me, smiling. I know how much pain he must be in, but he continues to smile, reassuring me, trying to soothe my pain. “I love you, we will always be together,” he says, barely loud enough for me to hear over the crackling of wood.
The smell of burning flesh and clothing finally makes me turn my head just as his chest is engulfed. I fall to the ground, no longer having the balance to stand. My own personal Lucifer holds on to me, afraid that I might try and save him, when I already know that it is to late. I’m crying so hard, yet barely crying. I lean forward on my knees and let out a sound of pain that no one in this human world could possibly understand. I place my head in my dirt covered hands with broken nails and can taste the soil mixed with my saliva, tears, and sweat.
This is the end of my existence, I will not survive.
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