Queenslayer

Isolde felt sick having to endure the sword's power between her hands. Its handle burned her fingers, its edge blinded her with all its light. She had tried to find a sheath to hide it but that damn sword had burned away everything it had touched. It didn't cut anything, it melt away. The worst part though, was the voice.

"You are not worthy... worthy... You felt to the corruption of flesh... flesh... must burn away... the heat... heat... Sinners... sinners all..."

That voice had been her only company for the hours that took her to go back to the surface. It carried a simikar tone to that of the saint, but lifeless and distant. The sword itself shinned like a beacon of hope amidst the pure darkness.

I guess this damn weapon leaves me no option for stealth... well then, you cursed witch... I'll kill you before everyone's eyes, so that they see you true nature...

Right now, the court was reunited, everyone would be there, everyone would see the witch being burned away by the light. Almost as if this was meant to happen. She started to hear Karla's voice from here, preaching about the new direction of her kingdom, preaching her supposed virtues, no doubt dressed like a slut, hurrying others to imitate her. She had to be taken down.

Two soldiers guarded the entrance and they looked at her with horror, when they saw her appear with a sword of white flames in her hands.

"My princess." One of them tried to say, below his helmet.

"Step aside." Said Isolde.

"My princess... I have been ordered not to..."

But Isolde did not care... if that man wasn't moving she would strike him down with the sword, and she did that without hesitation. The soldier tried to stop the sinning blade with his own weapon but it didn't make any difference. The sword cut through steel and flesh as easily as it cut the air itself. When the blade stroke the torso it made the liquids of the man's body vaporise almost immediately. It didn't cut throught flesh, it made it explode in gory messes around her. The soldier became shredded pieces of gore and burned metal, and so fell to the floor with thunder. All eyes were on her now.

Sinners... must purge... too much heat... can't contain...

"People of Numantia!" Screamed Isolde to the ears of the whole court. "There is a witch among you! She has poisoned the ears of the King and everyone else, but not me! I have claim the sword of Saint Katherine and I will strike her down to save you all, so that the true monarch can reing.!"

She ran to the throne where Queen Karla rested, she saw her there confused and trembling. That's how you will die, bitch! That old crone of her counselor was there too, sitting under her, she was whispering something in her ears: quick words. Well, then you'll die too.

No one had dared to step before, no soldier came to fight her while the sword burned in her hands, no one but him. King Dorian stood there, and him she could never cut away. He was still her beautiful brother, even if the witch magic had made him loose his beard already. "Stop this madness, sister."

That, indeed, made her stop. "No... not you... She has charmed you! You are not like this! You love ME, not her! Move away!"

"I cannot, dear sister." Said the King. " Strike me down if you will, but I will never let you hurt her."

"No... please..."

A **** from beyond the veil move him away. Magic moved him away. For a moment, Isolde did not understand, but then she saw her, the red woman, one of the queen's ****-cows. She was casting a spell, her red face all sweaty as if she was doing a great effort, resisting a tremendous ****. "GO!" Said Nameria "None of them can move! Not even her! Strike her down! Now! She is fighting me back!"

Isolde knew she had to obey, she had to do what must be done and quick. She ran the few steps that keep her away from the throne and looked down on the wicked queen. Karla's face was a mask of pure horror, below her, her counselor Lunnara only show grim determination. But you will die both. "The sword of Saint Katherine names you a sinner! DIE WITCH"

And so, the edge of flames descended upon them, with righteous fury.