Travels of the Diablo

Draken looked up at the sky, the sun beats down on his hood. He looked back at the dirt path he was traveling. He was tired of walking, but that didn't matter to him. Nothing really matter to him, only death and destruction of mankind, little did he know his thought process will change, not by much that is.
After five hours of walking, he came across a small town. Once he entered the village he was greeted by people screaming. Knights of the Church were pushing and shoving people out the way. A larger man came out of the building with a woman trying to escape his grip, Draken recognized him as a Witch Hunter, he hated Witch Hunters. They were glorified bounty hunters, that's all. He watched from the distance, why would he care for a human woman anyways?" The Witch Hunter spoke up, "This here is the Woman known as Madam Verlia. She has broken the Healing Probation Acts! For using wicked magics!" Draken raised a brow, when was healing considered a wicked magic? This woman was old and wizened, and her eyes were not of a wicked person, he would know." He noticed that most people were staying out of the way, but some humans, Orcs and Elves were trying to stop this man. A young boy, if Draken had to guess was the woman's grandson, ran at the witch hunter, "LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE'S JUST TRYING TO HELP!" The man kicked the child into the dirt, "Move it brat!" The child began crying, his cries seem to awaken something in Draken.
Old memories came back to him, memories he thought long gone. Before his days of revenge, before his days crime, even before his days in the orphanage he despised. When he was truly innocent. He watched a woman, no his mother being executed as a witch, why? Because she tried helping people, because she had a demon spawn child. This Church were restricting people of their freedoms, they decided what was wrong and what was right. Maybe not all humans had to die, maybe the ones that have been labeled as wicked can be spared, but the ones this Church has cherish as perfect people deserved death.
Draken's eyes glowed golden as his staff lighted up with purple light, and he spoke one word, "Stop." Everything froze in place.