Obsidian Flames
1647, Windsor Connecticut<br /><br />Fear of witchcraft was not brought about by the God fearing people of my village but through the whispers of a demon, clothed in seductive crimson, an expert of womanly wiles. It was she that destroyed my town from within, tore my family apart and sent me to an innocent's death. I am not a witch but I will burn as one. Not for fear but for greed. For lust. For the pursuit of something far beyond the reach of any human. <br /><br />Most people think the witch trials began in Salem. They are wrong.<br /><br />This is my tale.