fic; Red
So first Seth wrote this, and then I wrote my own ridiculous cross-canon headbits, because I could.
Warnings for spoilers, blood, and me having no idea what the fuck is going on in KS and writing it anyway.
There is a boy who sings, and Spider listens. He knows the name-all of them do-of the first child, but he doesn’t ever bother saying it. There’s a power in his voice that shouldn’t be there, and sometimes Spider thinks the rumors of the child being Snake’s are true.
Either way, he doesn’t really care. The child was born from the golden thread he used to weave, and his voice speaks tones that call all the one-spirits out from their hidden lairs. Spider listens, and refuses to reveal himself, bitter that a child who knew nothing had what he’d given and knew nothing.
But the child laughs, and calls out names, one by one, and Spider’s breath stills. He shouldn’t know the names. Who had taught them to him?
The Father would be furious if he knew the child knew them…
“Malphas!” Spider starts as Raven comes to the boy’s call, and when Qayin looks over, his eyes as green as the plants he helps grow, Spider wonders if it was Raven who taught them all their names, and why.
Spider doesn’t come when he is called. Spider waits, instead.
The blood on the ground stains everything red, and Spider hears, somewhere, Raven laughing. His beautiful golden thread is wiped out a sea of red, and the light in Havel’s eyes is gone.
Qayin’s voice is raw with screaming. He was not meant to bear the Father’s voice, much less His anger, and Spider wonders if Father learned nothing from what happened last time.
Qayin does not wash the blood from his hands or his robes as he shakes to his feet, and in his eyes, Spider sees the same blood red that had stained on the ground.
Raven hasn’t stopped laughing, but Qayin speaks, his voice still beautiful even as he uses Raven’s name as a whip to silence him. And when he turns, his eyes lock on Spider, and for a long moment, he remains still. For a long moment, Spider can see the thread he spun digging deep into the neck of the first murdered.
He’d turned Love into the thing that hurt them to begin with. Spider would have been angry if he hadn’t been sick at the irony of it all.
Claude Faustus does not dwell on the past and never has, nor does he wish to. Still, there has only been one other who comes so fearlessly into his web, and Sebastian had not known what he’d been stepping into. This man does, tracing his fingers over the strands as a silent taunt. He had said his name was ‘Naoya’ and his smirk has a razor’s edge that seems out of place on a human. Claude has never seen any human move as if he were a predator to a demon-even the proudest can’t overcome their fear of what the can’t understand.
Naoya smirks, and his voice is soft and lilting, sending a chill down Claude’s spine that he doesn’t enjoy in the slightest.
“Decarabia…” Claude remembers the voice and the song it used to sing, and wonders why he didn’t realize it sooner. “Have you forgotten your old name already?”
Claude Faustus looks into the blood red eyes of the first murderer, his hair and skin the same silver as his threads, and thought for the first time that Father’s sundering of the children of the sun had not been enough to stop them. His curse was not enough to stop Cain.
You burned away all the love he’s ever have, and he turned it into fangs, Claude thought, and laughed quietly.
“So you want to end the whole story?” Naoya laughed, and the sound was haunting. This was what happened when a human was made to live as a demon.
“I want it to finally start without Him.”
Somehow, Spider can’t help but believing him.
Warnings for spoilers, blood, and me having no idea what the fuck is going on in KS and writing it anyway.
There is a boy who sings, and Spider listens. He knows the name-all of them do-of the first child, but he doesn’t ever bother saying it. There’s a power in his voice that shouldn’t be there, and sometimes Spider thinks the rumors of the child being Snake’s are true.
Either way, he doesn’t really care. The child was born from the golden thread he used to weave, and his voice speaks tones that call all the one-spirits out from their hidden lairs. Spider listens, and refuses to reveal himself, bitter that a child who knew nothing had what he’d given and knew nothing.
But the child laughs, and calls out names, one by one, and Spider’s breath stills. He shouldn’t know the names. Who had taught them to him?
The Father would be furious if he knew the child knew them…
“Malphas!” Spider starts as Raven comes to the boy’s call, and when Qayin looks over, his eyes as green as the plants he helps grow, Spider wonders if it was Raven who taught them all their names, and why.
Spider doesn’t come when he is called. Spider waits, instead.
The blood on the ground stains everything red, and Spider hears, somewhere, Raven laughing. His beautiful golden thread is wiped out a sea of red, and the light in Havel’s eyes is gone.
Qayin’s voice is raw with screaming. He was not meant to bear the Father’s voice, much less His anger, and Spider wonders if Father learned nothing from what happened last time.
Qayin does not wash the blood from his hands or his robes as he shakes to his feet, and in his eyes, Spider sees the same blood red that had stained on the ground.
Raven hasn’t stopped laughing, but Qayin speaks, his voice still beautiful even as he uses Raven’s name as a whip to silence him. And when he turns, his eyes lock on Spider, and for a long moment, he remains still. For a long moment, Spider can see the thread he spun digging deep into the neck of the first murdered.
He’d turned Love into the thing that hurt them to begin with. Spider would have been angry if he hadn’t been sick at the irony of it all.
Claude Faustus does not dwell on the past and never has, nor does he wish to. Still, there has only been one other who comes so fearlessly into his web, and Sebastian had not known what he’d been stepping into. This man does, tracing his fingers over the strands as a silent taunt. He had said his name was ‘Naoya’ and his smirk has a razor’s edge that seems out of place on a human. Claude has never seen any human move as if he were a predator to a demon-even the proudest can’t overcome their fear of what the can’t understand.
Naoya smirks, and his voice is soft and lilting, sending a chill down Claude’s spine that he doesn’t enjoy in the slightest.
“Decarabia…” Claude remembers the voice and the song it used to sing, and wonders why he didn’t realize it sooner. “Have you forgotten your old name already?”
Claude Faustus looks into the blood red eyes of the first murderer, his hair and skin the same silver as his threads, and thought for the first time that Father’s sundering of the children of the sun had not been enough to stop them. His curse was not enough to stop Cain.
You burned away all the love he’s ever have, and he turned it into fangs, Claude thought, and laughed quietly.
“So you want to end the whole story?” Naoya laughed, and the sound was haunting. This was what happened when a human was made to live as a demon.
“I want it to finally start without Him.”
Somehow, Spider can’t help but believing him.