Prologue

The flames had acquired such great power that it could already be seen from miles away, its reddish tone made the scene even more macabre. In the square's center you could see a crowd that only grew, the noise was deafening, guards tried to calm the mood down, but nothing could stop the laity's curiosity, curiosity to see the 5 most wanted criminals. They were there, up on a wooden stage - providing the show that everyone wanted - the rope around their necks and their wrists tied with chains preventing them from escaping, below them the flames only grew. Their feet were already in living flesh, but this did not cause pity to the man who wore the cassock, and on his head a crown. 
Priest.

 
He watched everything leaning against the gates of the great cathedral that was just in front of the square, around him guards tried to organize the crowd to make way, in front of him the executioner held a big sickle and his face was hidden by a hideous mask. The priest signaled with his hands that he was ready, the guards agreed and soon went to his side. They made their way through the crowd, walking in slow steps towards the center. 
 

Among the five, only one had her head held high and stared at the wild crowd crying out for their death, the four faced their feet, which already had the muscles to shown, and the fire was - literally - devouring them. 
 

- Seungwan, can't you? - The one with her head held high, Yerim, spoke to the one on her left, with tears in her eyes Seungwan faced her back. 
 

- No, I'm dehydrated and our jewels are already thousands of miles away. 
 

- I told you, we should have stayed with them - Sooyoung cursed to the right of Yerim. 
 

- Idiot, if it fell into the wrong hands, all would be lost - Seulgom spoke, twisting and trying to pull the chains that held her wrists, but she felt the rope around hher neck toss a little. 
 

- More lost than this? - Sooyoung almost screamed, but her vocal cords were not strong - we... will... die. 
 

- Nothing is lost - Joohyun pronounced, finally - We will die with honor. Our legacy will be fulfilled. 
 

Yerim had a slight smile and her companions imitated her. 
 

- Shut up - The executioner was already behind them. 
 

The priest climbed onto the wooden stage and faced one by one who looked back, his petty smile took over his face. He blessed and kissed the rosary that rested on his neck, he pulled out a small pocket bible and opened it quickly. 
 

- Dear beloveds, as you can see, we finally captured the aberrations that caused terror in our land - the priest spoke with a firm voice, the crowd silenced quickly and began to listen to the man. - Thanks to our hunter heroes, we will finally be able to sleep in peace, knowing that our lands are free of these demons. 
 

The priest turned his gaze to the open Bible in his hand and recited, "Let there be no one in your midst who uses magic, or who practices enchantments, consults spirits or diviners, or calls upon the dead. For whoever does these things is abominable to God, and it is because of these abominable practices that God will dislodge these nations." We don't want God to destroy our nation, do we? - The crowd shouted in response to the man, who continued with a smile on his face. 
 

- Do you know what God commands sinners like them? - He shouted and continued to read, "Then he will also say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the Devil and his angels." - The priest ended up pointing at them, and came down from the stage, posturing himself in front of the crowd, and waved to the executioner who would finally finish the carnage. 
 

The executioner stood in front of the five women and checked to see if the ropes were well placed around their necks, but as he stood in front of Yerim, he felt a good spit in his eye. 
 

- Filthy - The executioner pulled his dagger and tore Yerim's neck straight. 
 

He waited for the blood to flow, but nothing happened. 
 

- Wonderful - Yerim smiled - a scar. 
 

- Freak - the executioner shouted in her face - I hope you burn deeply inside the fire of hell. 
 

- I'll burn - Yerim stared at him without deviating - And I'll wait for you there. 
 

The executioner felt the chills climb up his spine, he left the string check behind and went down the stage from the side, took a deep breath and pulled the lever. 
 

The wooden floor opened and the 5 came down simultaneously, the ropes were already hanging them and the flames devoured the bodies, but no screams were uttered. The crowd celebrated in astonishment, and the priest smiled diabolically.