First Abomination

[labarbebleue]

[Action: 462 Stone St.]

[Letting himself be consumed by a towering sea demon, Caster had intended to kill, ravage, and lay waste to everything around him. He wanted to let all the atrocities pile up to show the world and a certain person that a loving God is just an illusion. There exists only a cruel God who cared little for His creations. He

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[answerer_sword]

...

[This was not a call she wanted to wake up to. After two days of living through a wrecked Mayfield and being dead for a third day before waking up in her bed as if the last days had all been some nightmare, Bazett really is not in the mood to listen to a supposed child murderer ranting over her telephone.]

Is this some sort of joke? You sound like my superior when he's drunk.

[Though the one time Father Kotomine had gotten drunk (or was pretending to, she could not tell at the time due to having taken in a couple of beers herself), he had not ranted about killing people.]

[labarbebleue]

[Ah, a woman answers. And she certainly doesn't sound any impressed at Caster's declaration. His mood immediately turns from furious to cold as he replies to Bazett.]

Yes, that is correct. This is the divine comedy of the damned in which I play the lead role.

Well? How do you like it? Don't you find the thoughts of that wicked God hilarious as well?

[He may be speaking about jokes, but his tone betrays no sense of humor. He's being quite literal with his words.]

[answerer_sword]

[The man is twisted, there's no doubt about that. Perhaps even more twisted than her superior since from what she can remember, he only ranted about the state of his own soul and not whether or not God was evil. As she speaks, she shifts into an equally cold tone.]

You are speaking to the wrong person. Perhaps if I were a twisted being, I would find it amusing, but unfortunately, as I am now, I do not.

So tell me, do you really expect to avoid punishment here?

[If this were any other person, she would be helping them, not antagonizing them. However, this man reminds her too much of the mages who she had encountered on her missions. No, he was even worse than they were. At least their crimes were committed for some purpose besides wanton cruelty. With only a few lines exchanged between them, he was the most twisted person she had ever encountered, bar none.]

[labarbebleue]

I already have.

[How strange, this woman certainly doesn't sound as if she could have committed any sins. Or perhaps she has. But for the time being, she sounds... strong. Righteous. Like a knight, almost. Caster loathes such people and assumes there is hypocrisy in her words.]

Nobody rescued my poor, little son from me as I shattered his skull wide open. Oh, how pitiful is it, that the innocents should be condemned while men like myself are blessed to live another day?

[hellsing_knight]

[Integra knows a monster like him, the vampire chained to her family legacy. Alucard. Dracula. Vlad Dracul III, The Impaler. A man whose zealotry and insistence in seeing God's kingdom descend to Earth had made corpses of everyone- friend and foe, kinsman and countryman alike. And in the end? He too could no longer stand his humanity, embracing the unlife of an unholy monster.

Integra knows your kind, Caster, and her voice is level when she responds, firm and clear, because she hears something familiar in his tirade.]

Oh, but God has punished you, by delivering you into the open jaws of this cursed town.

[labarbebleue]

[Caster laughs at Integra's words. "Punished"? Oh, no. This isn't punishment to him at all. At least, it doesn't seem like anything of the sort from his first hour in Mayfield. Caster has been allowed to kill innocents as much as he likes without repercussions. That alone is evidence that Caster is hardly being punished, but almost rewarded.]

Is that so!? But we are not all sinners and abominations in this world... Why, my pitiful, little son whose skull I crushed with my bare hands... was surely innocent.

Then... Has God punished you too, Mademoiselle?

[hellsing_knight]

There are those of us here by the grace of God alone, sent to fulfill His purposes in this vile place.

Tomorrow you'll find that child alive again. What will you do, I wonder, when you must stand before your victim and be held accountable for your actions?

[labarbebleue]

You! So you're saying that you are one of that abominable God's loyal servants...! You would detest me, one who has forsaken His love, then. But can't you understand His hypocrisy...?

If God brings him back, then a person like me would only find kill him every time in new ways...! Such is Hell not for me, but for an innocent soul. Oh, you wicked God...

[phone]

[doofenstrudel]

...

Okay, this is probably the creepiest phone call that I have gotten while I've been here. If you don't count the ones from the town.

[There is a thoughtful pause.]

If you wait around long enough, this place will start providing you with some "hell". In the meanwhile? You should relax. What you're doing here, it's probably bad for your heart. And digestion.

[phone]

[labarbebleue]

But can't you see? Men will always hurt other men, good or bad, but it must be God's mercy that strikes the wicked. Nothing has changed in this town!

[doofenstrudel]

I am pretty sure that "God" has nothing to do with the foolishness that happens in this town.

[Did he really want to keep having this conversation? He could be having a really, really nice breakfast right now. Meh.]

Look, look, put you preconceptions aside for a few days, live out some time here in Mayfield, and then we can come back to the subject. You need to understand the context of where you are, before you can start making declarations of how it all should work.

[labarbebleue]

"Live" here? Are we all forced to live out our new lives in this burg? Well, well, this is certainly an unexpected turn of events... Ahh, but my magic has been stripped away from me. It would appear that I will be limited in what I may do with my "art"...

[phone]

[kinpika]

I think I can recognize that disgusting voice anywhere.

[phone]

[labarbebleue]

... Recognize? Have we met, little boy? ... Ahh, are you another lost lamb who fell from God and into my hands? But I would remember that voice of yours... perhaps if you screamed, I can...

[He goes on muttering, genuinely troubled at just who it is could be addressing him.]

[phone]

[kinpika]

I wouldn't worry about that. You'd die first....though I probably should kill you for trying to claim my Saber.

[phone]

[labarbebleue]

Saber? You mean... Jeanne? YOUR Jeanne!?

She is the infallible Holy Virgin who belongs only to me, her loyal general, Gilles de Rais...! A kid like you... has no claim over her!

Phone

[maguskiller]

[Fantastic.]

[Not that troubling in the grand scheme of things. The death of drones, or even a few kidnapped people, won't affect anyone in the long run, he figures. But if this diverts the attention of any Servants, it could become more of a problem.]

[So. Caster. There's clearly one person holding out on talking, judging from the breathing and smoking. He seems to only be interested in listening.]

Re: Phone

[labarbebleue]

[Caster stops speaking for a little while. He hears breathing from the other side of the line. There is somebody on the opposite end, but why is it that he remains silent? Is he... that fearful? Well, perhaps that's it.]

Mmm. It's frightening, isn't it...? Even here, even now, God's love does not shield any of the innocents. Who knows just how many other damned souls are here besides myself?

Phone

[maguskiller]

[The sound of smoke being blown through the air. In more ways than one, Kiritsugu can't help but think. His life experience hasn't turned him into much of a religious man. Unlike Caster, he could almost believe Mayfield is some sort of punishment from a higher power, but he's seen people here who couldn't have possibly ever done evil, like Illya.]

[Yes. For all his intelligence, family matters do have a tendency of slipping past the Magus Killer.]

Re: Phone

[labarbebleue]

... You've noticed it too, haven't you? If this is truly Hell, then there should be no innocents here. And yet, I have killed a child... with my own two hands. It is as if... God has rewarded me.

Truly a wicked being...!