Oh, Sweet Summer Child Witch Hunter:
Blood Moon Crusade: by Bruce O'Brian and Dave Alistair [ Film / Graphic Novel | Horror / War ]
Reward: You have diplomatically told the state of California to fuck off. And you have a national audience for the entire thing.
"Hey, Bruce? You know that prompt you dropped off the other day? The one about the Werewolf Crusade?"
"Sure, what about it?"
"Well, I took another look at it after your court hearing and, well, I wrote a scene for it. Let me know what you think."
Blood Moon Crusade:
INT. DUNGEON - NIGHT
Thiess, battered and shackled, kneels before the Witch Hunter, a zealous figure draped in religious vestments. The flickering torchlight casts eerie shadows across the damp stone walls.
THEISS
(smirking, mocking)
Tell another lie, God is on your side. Never ask forgiveness. You can do no wrong, bow before the strong. Purge the evil sickness.
The Witch Hunter narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on his bloodstained blade.
WITCH HUNTER
(gritting his teeth)
Blasphemer! Your tongue drips with heresy. Prepare to face divine judgment, werewolf!
THEISS
(mockingly, mocking)
Blood upon your blade, of all who try to disobey. Righteous murderer, lawful liar. They call you sanctifier, holy witch hunter.
The Witch Hunter scowls, his righteous facade faltering for a moment.
WITCH HUNTER
(furiously)
Silence, heretic! You twist the truth to suit your demonic agenda.
THEISS
(raising his voice, righteous indignate)
I'm chosen for the pyre, before I meet the jury. But let me ask you, witch hunter, which one of us is guilty?
The Witch Hunter hesitates, his eyes flickering with doubt. Thiess seizes the opportunity to press his point further.
THEISS (CONT'D, righteous fury)
Murderous you fight, the children of the night. Angels have no mercy. The all-forgiving man, with nails inside his hands, oh, he wants you to hurt me.
The Witch Hunter's grip on his blade falters momentarily, his expression a mix of anger and confusion.
THEISS (CONT'D, once more mocking)
Blood upon your blade, of heathens too far-gone to save. Tie the noose tightly 'round my neck, shepherd's sheep that he must protect. Hunt me down once you catch the scent, guilty 'til proven innocent.
The room hangs heavy with tension as Thiess's words sink in. The Witch Hunter's righteous facade crumbles further, revealing a glimmer of doubt in his eyes.
THEISS (CONT'D, now pitying the man)
You claim to be a defender of Christ, yet you forsake His teachings. Love, mercy, forgiveness—these are the weapons of true righteousness, not blind zealotry. You've lost your way, witch hunter.
The Witch Hunter's grip loosens on his blade, his face contorted with inner turmoil. Thiess's words strike a chord within him, challenging the foundations of his rigid beliefs.
THEISS (CONT'D, calm)
Before you pass judgment on me, look within your own heart. Examine the darkness that festers within your zealous soul. Are you truly following the path of Christ, or have you become a pawn of your own self-righteousness?
The silence hangs heavy in the dungeon, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows upon the walls. The Witch Hunter, caught in a moment of introspection, struggles to find a response.
As the scene fades out, the profound impact of Thiess's words lingers in the air, leaving the Witch Hunter to question the righteousness of his actions for fear of God's wrath.
A/N: Listened to Jonathan Young's new album, and his 'Witch Hunter' track is pretty spot on to what happened in that court room.
