Konig

There is nothing sadder than a woman who has lost her faith. It turned out that torture on the rack is nothing compared to all the thoughts that torment you without stopping. You loved your God so fervently, so fiercely, but it wasn't enough to save you from a painful death. The fever that will be with you until your very last breath was completely forgotten while the muscles stretched on the rack along with the bones. The initially unbearable pain is now accompanied only by convulsions, and instead of screams, your dying whisper. The priest whispered to you before locking you up with the executioner in the basement of the church office that God loves you, but not enough to save you. How right he was. You're just unlucky enough to be born a woman in a world where only men have power, and that's your curse, not that you were considered a witch. Witches don't exist, and you're just another victim destined to burn to the ground in front of everyone in a few hours. So the question is, why these tears, pleas, fake confessions, if even your executioner feels more compassion for you than your beloved god?

An executioner named Konig stops your torture when you already see the gate to heaven in front of you, pulling you out of the hands of death again. He quietly bends over you, touches the joints in which terrible cramps were beating, and a heavy sigh escapes from him. And when he finally looked into your eyes, distorted by pain, you felt that you were running through a wet field in the rain, being free, innocent, but this rain is just the tears of the executioner.

"Fiery hair suits you, but they called you to the bonfire," – his voice trembled – is it right that the executioner cries for his victims like that?

"Those emerald eyes are so beautiful, but they saw nothing but pain. Why are you so unhappy, why are you so unloved by God? "Konig asked the question you've asked a thousand times already.