Eyes bulging from anger, and his lips cracked from being starved for days. He laid on the ground as the knights pinned his body down. He looked up at the man on the throne, a man who he had killed for and enslaved for and even treated his own people like animals for. But now he was in front of this very man, being treated the same way he treated his own kind. Two knights held him down and swords were placed to his neck. His golden eyes which many feared had so much hatred in them, and all that anger was towards the man on the throne. Many in the room knew he was innocent., including the king himself but because of the blood he carried, they still saw him as a monster.
"Alexander Tuefel, on the accusations of killing 12 year old Melisa, 13 year old Johan and 6 year old Florence, you are here by found guilty by the king and his council. You shall receive death by hanging, you shall be hanged by the neck in front of all the people of the kingdom," a man in a red robe said as he held a piece of paper in his hand.
"I did not kill them! I was framed! Please my lord, you have to believe me," he begged but the look the king gave him was enough for him to know he wasn't getting any mercy.
"Shut your mouth you fucking bastard. How dare you address the king, you filthy blooded demon. Didn't your whore mother teach you any manners?" one of the knights said as he slammed him into the ground and broke his nose in the process.
The squeaking of the throne in the silent room could be heard, as the king leaned forward and uttered his first words. "You disappoint me, Alexander. I thought you were better than the rest of your filthy race, I thought you would strive above the rest of your kind, but it seems I was wrong," the king said in a dead tone. Alexander felt like his life was flashing before his eyes, as he knew that death was upon him. His mother couldn't even come as she couldn't bear to witness her son's death.
"Die you demon!" A person from the crowd shouted and threw what seemed to be human waste at Alexander, but at this point Alexander couldn't even smell it as the fear of death overwhelmed him. The knights lifted Alexander and dragged him outside where his execution would take place. A huge crowd of people awaited him. All the kingdom's men and women gathered, from the nobles of the kingdom to the commoners, and they all wished to witness the death of this man. "Your kind does not deserve to live. Purge all the filthy blooded devils! Purge all the Nergals," A man screamed into the crowd and they all cheered.
A priest stood on the podium awaiting for Alexander, and the executioner stood next to him. The knights tied the rope around Alexanders neck, and the priest walked forward. "We are here today to witness the death of this man, Alexander Tuefel. And while he may have the blood of the devil in him, he still shares a bit of our blood and that makes him a child of god. So we shall hear his last words and hope that he may repent for his sins. So what say you, sir Alexander Tuefel? What will be your last words to the world?" The priest said as he looked at the dazed Alexander. Alexander stood up and stared into the crowd, the same people who he had wished to live among as one of their own, but now he realized that such a thing was impossible.
"I was born from a woman who was seen as less than a slave, and I never even knew my father, but my mother told me he was a knight and that he served this kingdom until his last breath as i wished to do too. My mother also told me that I have his eyes, the same golden eyes you all fear and called me a demon for. I now realize that even if I had given you an entire kingdom, you would have still seen me as a monster, you would have still treated me like the rest of my people. So I will leave you with this, I hope you all die horrible deaths and I hope you all burn in fucking hell just like I will," Alexander said with a huge smile, and the angry screams could be heard in the crowd but Alexander just laughed.
"Hang him, hang that bastard!" the king shouted and the executioner pulled the lever and the wood plank below Alexanders feet opened up, and a snap from his neck could be heard and just like that…Alexander was dead.
*****
His body felt cold and unburdened, but it also felt like his soul was being drawn towards something, towards someone. Alexander reopened his eyes and he found himself standing in a dark castle, a castle that seemed to go on forever. He looked outside the castle and nothing but pure darkness could be seen, and when he looked at his left side he saw a throne and on that throne sat a giant with white wings on its back, and the look it gave Alexander wasn't threatening but it was warm and kind.
Before Alexander even opened his mouth to ask what it was, it spook to him first.
"Welcome to Avalon, Alexander Tuefel. I am Azrael, and I'm what you may call, Death," the giant creature spoke, and Alexander just stared at it in fear, unable to utter anything.