The understanding sergeant of the army at Nantes, having been custody of, and authority over the execution of, the infamous heretic and murderer Friar Louis le Fif, does hereby make account of said execution to the bishopric of Nantes. After several weeks of most ingenious tortures, no repentance seemed to be forthcoming from le Fif, and after he was seen to be conversing with his torturer in a friendly and casual manner, it was deemed by the the court that execution should proceed forthwith. When led to the stake, le Fif was pelted from all sides with rotten eggs and decomposing fruit, offal and excrement, flung by the good Christian folk of the city. This treatment he received in manner not unlike graciousness, and I beheld him licking these substances from his cheek and savoring them as though they were sweet and pleasing to him. As he was being bound to the stake, he raised his gaze to the balcony of the cathedral, where the officers of the court watched, the faggots were lit beneath his feet, and he spoke, saying , "Behold my time with you is ended, and though I am no more, yet my crimes shall not cease, for the spirit which drives me is within you also, and is fed with the power you accrue. Ahai, Aboral Ahai, Mastrad Lo. I am the worm, the great dragon of all life, beside which your God and your devil are but a bickering father and son, and I am come into your midst to reflect your true faces and remind you of your true nature. I consume your hearts using hatred as knife and desire as fork. Ahai, Aboral Ahai, Carnala! I am the eater of souls, swallowing your lives in my ever-growing hunger and begetting monsters upon your wives and daughters. Ahai, Vorus! Ahai, Calubel! Scatter my ashes as you will to the ends of the earth: thus do I stretch forth my jaws to engulf the world!" He continued to cry out thus for some time, long after most witches would have suffocated from the smoke, hurling barbarous and evil names at his vanquishers until his body had been consumed to such degree that no more breath could be forced past his tongue. Thus do I set to record the event of his destruction, a matter of public and famous knowledge.

Sergeant Stephen de Guillaume,
Army of the Lord of Nantes