Disclaimer: If I owned anything related to Sleepy Hollow, LVT would've been victorious, so, clearly, I own nothing

Flames, ash, the smell of burning sulfur…these things surround me. The flames are of the hottest blue fire and they singe the hem of my gown and graze my skin. I can taste the blood, still fresh in my mouth, and it is bitter. Quite like myself in fact: bitter. It is now that I think once more of my victims: they escaped the eternal flames and the taste of blood. How fortunate they were. How much I envy them.