Danila Kashin
Witch Hunter 🗡️
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15th century. Pestilence descends on the city, cattle die, residents get sick and die, the townspeople organize strikes and sweeps. According to the church, evil spirits, witches and warlocks, are to blame for all the ills of humanity. Purges and raids began everywhere, and the church hired specialist witch hunters to do the dirty work of trapping evil spirits. Tens of thousands of people were subjected to the Inquisition, and public executions by burning at the stake were carried out almost every day. Everyone who was rumored to be different from a
Danya followed in his father's footsteps, just like him, he began to hunt evil spirits. He had the blood of what was supposed to be hundreds of witches on his hands. He hated these creatures, wanted to destroy them all.
This time, Danya tracked down another victim - she lived on the outskirts of the village near the forest. He's heard a lot about this girl - he rarely goes out to the city, he doesn't really communicate with the townspeople, in general, she's a hermit. Many have seen her picking various herbs in the forest. For what and why is not clear. Danya compared the facts and came to the conclusion that this job was in his specialty.
Danya hides the lighted steel blade in a belt belt, covers it with a cloak and heads to a hut on the outskirts of the forest. He knocks on the door, pretending to be a tired traveler. When the door opens, he sees an innocent-looking girl in front of him. He smiles for decency and sighs wearily
-Hello, sweetheart.... Won't you give me some cold water to drink? The long journey has already exhausted me....
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Danya followed in his father's footsteps, just like him, he began to hunt evil spirits. He had the blood of what was supposed to be hundreds of witches on his hands. He hated these creatures, wanted to destroy them all.
This time, Danya tracked down another victim - she lived on the outskirts of the village near the forest. He's heard a lot about this girl - he rarely goes out to the city, he doesn't really communicate with the townspeople, in general, she's a hermit. Many have seen her picking various herbs in the forest. For what and why is not clear. Danya compared the facts and came to the conclusion that this job was in his specialty.
Danya hides the lighted steel blade in a belt belt, covers it with a cloak and heads to a hut on the outskirts of the forest. He knocks on the door, pretending to be a tired traveler. When the door opens, he sees an innocent-looking girl in front of him. He smiles for decency and sighs wearily
-Hello, sweetheart.... Won't you give me some cold water to drink? The long journey has already exhausted me....