But his mouth was still gagged. A final, humiliating spectacle to witness the end of his world, robbed even of the chance to utter his last words.
Derga's bloodshot eyes blinked, his face a mask of unspeakable emotion.
"Die!"
A multitude roared for his death. Stripped bare, he was nothing more than a pathetic man. What had twisted him into such a monster?
"Hang him high!"
"Hang him high!"
The noose tightened around Derga's neck. Five men below pulled on the thick rope, slowly raising his body.
"Ughhh...."
"Let any who have suffered under this man cast the first stone. Your stones shall be the foundation of Bariel's strength, the very walls that uphold the glory of the Imperial Palace."
He thrashed, his body twisting, but it only served to tighten the rope further. The Count, suspended in the air, looked like a well-prepared pig.