My accounts of the execution of Allesandra Amador I had exited the ball hosted by the Queen, a wonderful event meant to bring joy to the people of Haense. I saw a small crowd outside the cathedral and heard commotion within. I had entered, and pushed through the crowds of people to the front, seeing Allesandra Amador being tested by the Inquisition, sliced with aurum and salt poured into their wounds, the woman writihing and screaming in pain. I plan to approach however my friend Aleksander II stops me, ordering me to halt and return back. I do as such, letting them explain what was happening.
A vampire test, something normally I would approve of, as I do not believe vampires are evil by nature, however a majority of such become that do to their requirement of blood. But the woman, is pregnant, the child only a month left till they would have been born. Allesandra was indeed a vampire, and and with no plan to detain her, they stab her brutally, leaving her to bleed from the throat, with the last words she uttered were "My Baby." This caused the uproar of myself and many others who saw the first step to their cruelty. There were calls to burn the child and the woman, that they were demon spawn, or that killing them would be a mercy killing. I and a good friend close to me, were there and outraged, calling them monsters and tell them to try the baby, without ever directly intervening. There was a man who continued to stab the woman's already lifeless body, repeatedly, making it nearly unrecognizable. My cries to save the baby did not fall on deaf ears, but they heard me and without a second thought, ordered inquisition soldiers to kill me despite nothing but my words having been used. I will admit calling them monsters was harsh in the moment, however after the matter I agree with my past statements. They drew their blades, ready to execute me in the church, breaking the so called sacred grounds again. I drew my axe ready to defend myself, and my friend at my side willing to defend me as well. The only thing that stopped another bloodbath in those walls was the King once more, telling me and the men ready to kill me unjustly to stand down. Something I will forever be grateful for. Me and my friend, plead to Aleksander to tell them to save the child, as they would not listen to us. After having to command them twice to try and save the child, they finally tried to save the child, though this was after the whole time one man was unstopped desecrating the corpse. I heard soon the child had not made it through the encounter. I feel guilt as them trying to kill me, wasted time to focus on the child or stop the solider's actions of blatantly mutilating a corpse in a way they describe the darkspawn would.
My friend had stormed from the church, and I had followed soon after, as we both had one thought.
The only monsters in that church that day, were the executioners, not the life of an innocent child thrown away, or a mother who had one thing many, but not all of those soldiers lacked. Empathy. The only monsters in that church were the Inquisition, not the punished.
They had left all reports and mentions of the order to kill me and my friend, the brutal mutilation of a corpse and the denial to try and save the child until ordered by Aleksander II.
My heart goes out to those who had watched in horror, to the soldiers who felt remorse for the child, the friends and families of lady Allesandra, and to those who were not told the full story by the reports of the Inquisition.
And I am sorry to the child who was lost that day, I hope this is a day never forgotten.
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