"Witch! Witch! Kill the witch!" The usual shouting echoes through the town square. It almost seems like everyday someone new is accused of witchcraft. Some poor woman. I don't believe in the accusations. How can there be such a thing as witchcraft? How idiotic can these people get?

Although I don't believe in witchcraft, I do believe in the devil. Whenever there is evil, he is there, and there is undoubtedly evil present in this town. Why else would our council be performing these trials? Killing women who are clearly innocent.

As I get closer to the crowd of villagers, I notice they are surrounding a woman and throwing stones.

I sigh to myself and quickly walk away. I didn't want to see the end result. I could not bear to watch another false witchcraft accusation take place in my once peaceful town. I had to get home anyway. My husband will be expecting dinner as soon as he gets home.

I was home a good fifteen minutes later, and Robert was already sitting at the table, seeming very annoyed.

"Robert... You're home early." Seeing him this way made me nervous and the fact that he didn't respond made it much worse.

I clear my throat awkwardly and walk into our small yet quaint kitchen. "Dinner will be ready in an hour or so," I say, trying to break the tension.

I didn't even notice, but he had entered the kitchen. He was probably there only seconds after I entered. He was so silent, it frightened me. I only noticed he was there because he had put a firm hand on my shoulder. It was not loving or gentle, but demanding. It was as if he were trying to keep me from moving.

I tense, and before I know it, I'm spun around and facing him. The first thing I noticed was two, sharp fangs protruding from his gums, exposed by a sinister grin. Only one word came to mind before the attack, Devil.