No thoughts could enter his mind, but if he could wish for something, it would be for nothing at all. There was no longer any desire in his heart, for at last it's flame had dissolved in streams of blood it had ignored. The monster inside him was gone, as too himself.
Their grip tighten around his wrist, and they pulled him forward deeper against the stone pavement. He could feel the glares of the imperial guard intense with hatred run across his browned bare back and almost singe his white speckled wings to pieces. Their powder white uniform were purelessly clean, the buttons reflecting the high noon sun also evilly.
Thrown onto the silver platform, guards surrounded his busily clicking chains around his feet, hands, and finally his neck. Ropes rubbed angrily against his feathers, and a few fell to the ground sparingly. He looked up into the face of his undiscovered equal.
People of White called him their steel hero; People of Red called him the brutal monster. His eyes were black as coal, but no warmth could ever be found to radiate from them. His skin was pale, as blood would be required to have color. He almost smiled as his massive hands unrolled a scroll and he called aloud.
"This Unnamed Villain of Red as been brought forth here today to receive final punishment for his sins. He has spill the blood of our soldiers violently and erratically with no remorse. Hundreds of us have fallen at his sharpened hands as he smiles. Death by axe hand," He tilted his head slightly as his silver axe gleamed at his side, "is the usual punishment for this, but for this man, the punishment must be much more serve than death. Death is too easy." His face boomed across the crowd, making the prisoner's mind come back to some degree. "His wings shall be shattered instead."
The prisoner's scarlet eyes opened wide and he been to shutter incomprehensibly, again to form a proper thought. The roped unraveled from his wings, and instinctively they began beating in a frenzy. Guards screamed as the scrambled to grab them back in place.
"Kill me! I pray to God, just kill me!" The prisoner began to screech. He had never screamed so loud as the guards pulled his wings to across the platform. It took five man on each side to hold them out and one more to hold his head still. "Please! Please! Death is enough!"
A single tear escaped him and ran down his cheek as the crunching enveloped his ears, mind, and soul.