[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: Bittersweet Sweetness Part 14
Title: Bittersweet Sweetness Part 14
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,521
Summary: Instead of receiving a brooch that dresses him in an assassin's clothes, Sun receives a trinket that switches his consciousness around with Judgment's. Now, Judgment must find out the mystery behind the Death Knight in Sun's stead. Problem is, imitating Sun's poor swordsmanship is no easy feat, and who knew what Sun was doing with Judgment's body in the meantime? Alternate telling of the end of volume 1 of the novels.
Notes: Bittersweet Sweetness returns! Though updates will still be slow... darn, this doesn't bode well, since November will be dedicated to NaNoWriMo. Let's see how much I can accomplish before November. I just realized the title of this story shortens to...BS, haha...
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Part 14 - Sun
After the meeting, it was time to relieve some stress!
Lesus had given me instructions about his morning duties. During mornings when he had meetings, he didn't train with his platoon but instead went straight to the Judge's Complex to intimidate, ahem, I mean interrogate, criminals after his meetings.
So that was what I did, my lips curling up at the thought of all those criminals who were soon going to be wishing they'd never been born. It was too bad for them that their executioner wasn't actually Lesus Judgment but rather Grisia Sun!
The benevolent God of Light may forgive your sins, and Lesus may take pity on you, but Grisia never will!
I paid little attention to people I passed by on my way over to the Judge's Complex. Had I been the Sun Knight at the moment, I would have smiled brilliantly at everyone, my pace not much different from that of a tortoise's, careful to make sure my every step was as graceful as possible. Since I currently wasn't the Sun Knight, I scowled to my heart's content and walked swiftly, my black robes flaring out around me in an impressive fashion. I rarely got to do that with my clothes. Imagine walking at the pace of an unbearably slow tortoise. Do you think your clothes would even flap around at all when you walk at that pace?
For those of you who have never tried imitating the agonizing speed of a tortoise, the answer is a loud and clear NO. I even have to make sure that not a piece of my clothing ends up out of place when I walk, so that dashes all plans of making my clothes flare out impressively. It makes the mere act of walking tiring and boring.
That was why my current pace was liberating, and I didn't have to do anything for people to keep their distance either. Conversations around me died before I could even catch wind of what they were talking about, their voices dropping into hushed tones reserved for scandalous gossip that wasn't meant to reach the ears of the Judgment Knight because that'd just be asking for punishment.
Oh, she doesn't look half bad...hey, don't run away from me!
It looked like nothing would get people to actually stay in my presence either. I'd only looked at her. It wasn't like she was going to lose anything from that! How stingy of her!
Holy knights and clerics alike scuttled out of my way as I passed by, leaving me an unobstructed path as bare as an abandoned road you might find intersecting a ghost town. You'd have thought I was a terrifying dragon or something, about to chomp their heads off, with how quickly they got out of my way.
Poor, misunderstood, Judgment...
No wonder he always needed a heart-to-heart session with me in the bathroom.
In no time at all, I reached the Judge's Complex thanks to my quick pace that was a million times faster than that of a tortoise's, and thanks to how eager people were to scram out of my path. Without thinking, my feet brought me to the door of the bathroom where Lesus and I usually had our rendezvous, but that wasn't what I was currently here for. I urged my feet to continue walking.
Destination: Room of Interrogation.
As interrogation was the Judgment Knight's duties and far, far away from the Sun Knight's jurisdiction, I had only been to the interrogation room a few times before today. Each time I'd come here, I'd come to find Judgment.
Today, I was on my own.
Today, I would be the one with my back turned on the God of Light's symbol.
I grinned and cracked my knuckles before I threw the door open, intent on making an entrance, words about the harshness of the God of Light ready to escape my lips. I was eager to shout something like "In the name of the God of Light, I will punish you!" for my grand entrance...
...except there was no one in the room. The shackles on the wall where my prisoners were supposed to be chained to were empty!
I had the sudden urge to yell for Adair to fix the situation for me, but Adair currently wasn't my vice captain. Where was Judgment's vice captain when I needed him? What was his name again?
Stepping backwards, I stuck my head out of the room to peer into the corridor. When I spotted one of Judgment's platoon members milling about, I quickly called out to him.
He immediately came over, though he approached me cautiously. I bet he was feeling guilty for milling about in the corridor!
Try as I might, I could not recall his name, but I couldn't ask him for his name either. He would think I had hit my head or something and confounded myself.
"Where are the criminals?" I asked sternly.
Obediently, he replied, "In the jail room, Captain."
"Well, why haven't they been moved here yet?" I demanded.
The knight looked at me in confusion, hesitating before he said, "Captain...you instructed us to wait for your orders."
Right. Now, if this had been one of my own platoon members, I'd have winged it and pretended that had been my intention all along, to confuse him and all that, and of course I remembered my own instructions, how dare he question me, but it was unlike Judgment to confuse his platoon members. No wonder the guy in front of me had his eyebrows bunched up enough to make me think that was a permanent look of his.
"Ah, yes, lead them over now," I finally said, deciding I didn't need to explain myself. I'd probably make the situation worse.
"Understood."
Now this was more like it. I flexed my fingers when I heard the clink of shackles binding my first victim to the wall.
Pacing menacingly in front of the guy, I began my reign of terror. This was probably an once-in-a-lifetime chance! Or well, hopefully it was, since I had no plans on being stuck as Judgment, with black hair and black eyes and black clothes. Black, black, black! How dreary was that?
"Now, who have we got here?" I asked snidely, like a cat toying with a mouse.
The criminal wrinkled his nose and spat at my feet.
Ew!
I kicked him with the foot he spat on, his chains rattling against the stone wall, making sure I wiped the spit off, though his tattered and dirtied clothes were no better. I'd probably exchanged spit for dirt.
For the sake of keeping this PG-13, I'll do you the favor of skipping over the gruesome details, but I guess I can tell you about how I accentuated each of my punishments with insults; harsh God of Light this, harsh God of Light that, blah, blah, blah. I might've gone too far -- not with the insults, but with the part I'm not telling you about, the gruesome part -- since even Judgment's subordinates cowered when I turned on them, and I know for a fact that they're probably the toughest holy knights you'd be able to find, a far cry from my rag-tag bunch of knights, though I don't know how my knights ended up in such a way.
When I was done with the first guy, he was pretty much completely unrecognizable. If you wanted someone to repent, bringing them to Judgment would get them spilling their guts out after the first minute. Figuratively, I mean. If you wanted someone to become unable to repent, bring them to me and I'd make it happen. It might involve some literal gut-spilling.
Except I was supposed to be Judgment at the moment.
Oops.
I tossed a healing spell at the man in front of me. Even with Judgment's terrible reserve of holy light, I could manage that much at least.
"Wake up."
"Are you continuing the interrogation, Knight-Captain Judgment?" asked one of the knights quietly.
"Of course. I haven't gotten the information we need yet, nor has he shown repentance."
I didn't know that this would be the cause of a new rumor about the Judgment Knight's ruthlessness, about how he didn't let criminals rest even after they fainted. If he revived you from the brink of death, it just meant he wasn't done with you yet, and that you'd be wishing you'd already gone on your way to see the God of Light.
I continued in the same fashion with the rest of the criminals that were brought in. I could imagine Lesus berating himself with each strike he dealt in this kind of situation, with each insult he furled even if the sinners deserved so much worse, but I had no such qualms. Perhaps I was much more suited for this than he was, for what I felt was satisfaction.
Afterward, my feet brought me to the bathroom where Lesus waited for me as Sun, our positions reversed, but I needed no heart-to-heart session, and I wasn't even close to emptying my stomach.
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to be continued
Took me a bit to get back into first person! The way this story jumps from humor to dead seriousness sometimes gives me whiplash...
This story is 21k so far, 42 pages in word (with spacing between paragraphs). Quite long for me! I usually write longfics in separate documents, but this time it's just one long document.
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Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,521
Summary: Instead of receiving a brooch that dresses him in an assassin's clothes, Sun receives a trinket that switches his consciousness around with Judgment's. Now, Judgment must find out the mystery behind the Death Knight in Sun's stead. Problem is, imitating Sun's poor swordsmanship is no easy feat, and who knew what Sun was doing with Judgment's body in the meantime? Alternate telling of the end of volume 1 of the novels.
Notes: Bittersweet Sweetness returns! Though updates will still be slow... darn, this doesn't bode well, since November will be dedicated to NaNoWriMo. Let's see how much I can accomplish before November. I just realized the title of this story shortens to...BS, haha...
Previous Part
Part 14 - Sun
After the meeting, it was time to relieve some stress!
Lesus had given me instructions about his morning duties. During mornings when he had meetings, he didn't train with his platoon but instead went straight to the Judge's Complex to intimidate, ahem, I mean interrogate, criminals after his meetings.
So that was what I did, my lips curling up at the thought of all those criminals who were soon going to be wishing they'd never been born. It was too bad for them that their executioner wasn't actually Lesus Judgment but rather Grisia Sun!
The benevolent God of Light may forgive your sins, and Lesus may take pity on you, but Grisia never will!
I paid little attention to people I passed by on my way over to the Judge's Complex. Had I been the Sun Knight at the moment, I would have smiled brilliantly at everyone, my pace not much different from that of a tortoise's, careful to make sure my every step was as graceful as possible. Since I currently wasn't the Sun Knight, I scowled to my heart's content and walked swiftly, my black robes flaring out around me in an impressive fashion. I rarely got to do that with my clothes. Imagine walking at the pace of an unbearably slow tortoise. Do you think your clothes would even flap around at all when you walk at that pace?
For those of you who have never tried imitating the agonizing speed of a tortoise, the answer is a loud and clear NO. I even have to make sure that not a piece of my clothing ends up out of place when I walk, so that dashes all plans of making my clothes flare out impressively. It makes the mere act of walking tiring and boring.
That was why my current pace was liberating, and I didn't have to do anything for people to keep their distance either. Conversations around me died before I could even catch wind of what they were talking about, their voices dropping into hushed tones reserved for scandalous gossip that wasn't meant to reach the ears of the Judgment Knight because that'd just be asking for punishment.
Oh, she doesn't look half bad...hey, don't run away from me!
It looked like nothing would get people to actually stay in my presence either. I'd only looked at her. It wasn't like she was going to lose anything from that! How stingy of her!
Holy knights and clerics alike scuttled out of my way as I passed by, leaving me an unobstructed path as bare as an abandoned road you might find intersecting a ghost town. You'd have thought I was a terrifying dragon or something, about to chomp their heads off, with how quickly they got out of my way.
Poor, misunderstood, Judgment...
No wonder he always needed a heart-to-heart session with me in the bathroom.
In no time at all, I reached the Judge's Complex thanks to my quick pace that was a million times faster than that of a tortoise's, and thanks to how eager people were to scram out of my path. Without thinking, my feet brought me to the door of the bathroom where Lesus and I usually had our rendezvous, but that wasn't what I was currently here for. I urged my feet to continue walking.
Destination: Room of Interrogation.
As interrogation was the Judgment Knight's duties and far, far away from the Sun Knight's jurisdiction, I had only been to the interrogation room a few times before today. Each time I'd come here, I'd come to find Judgment.
Today, I was on my own.
Today, I would be the one with my back turned on the God of Light's symbol.
I grinned and cracked my knuckles before I threw the door open, intent on making an entrance, words about the harshness of the God of Light ready to escape my lips. I was eager to shout something like "In the name of the God of Light, I will punish you!" for my grand entrance...
...except there was no one in the room. The shackles on the wall where my prisoners were supposed to be chained to were empty!
I had the sudden urge to yell for Adair to fix the situation for me, but Adair currently wasn't my vice captain. Where was Judgment's vice captain when I needed him? What was his name again?
Stepping backwards, I stuck my head out of the room to peer into the corridor. When I spotted one of Judgment's platoon members milling about, I quickly called out to him.
He immediately came over, though he approached me cautiously. I bet he was feeling guilty for milling about in the corridor!
Try as I might, I could not recall his name, but I couldn't ask him for his name either. He would think I had hit my head or something and confounded myself.
"Where are the criminals?" I asked sternly.
Obediently, he replied, "In the jail room, Captain."
"Well, why haven't they been moved here yet?" I demanded.
The knight looked at me in confusion, hesitating before he said, "Captain...you instructed us to wait for your orders."
Right. Now, if this had been one of my own platoon members, I'd have winged it and pretended that had been my intention all along, to confuse him and all that, and of course I remembered my own instructions, how dare he question me, but it was unlike Judgment to confuse his platoon members. No wonder the guy in front of me had his eyebrows bunched up enough to make me think that was a permanent look of his.
"Ah, yes, lead them over now," I finally said, deciding I didn't need to explain myself. I'd probably make the situation worse.
"Understood."
Now this was more like it. I flexed my fingers when I heard the clink of shackles binding my first victim to the wall.
Pacing menacingly in front of the guy, I began my reign of terror. This was probably an once-in-a-lifetime chance! Or well, hopefully it was, since I had no plans on being stuck as Judgment, with black hair and black eyes and black clothes. Black, black, black! How dreary was that?
"Now, who have we got here?" I asked snidely, like a cat toying with a mouse.
The criminal wrinkled his nose and spat at my feet.
Ew!
I kicked him with the foot he spat on, his chains rattling against the stone wall, making sure I wiped the spit off, though his tattered and dirtied clothes were no better. I'd probably exchanged spit for dirt.
For the sake of keeping this PG-13, I'll do you the favor of skipping over the gruesome details, but I guess I can tell you about how I accentuated each of my punishments with insults; harsh God of Light this, harsh God of Light that, blah, blah, blah. I might've gone too far -- not with the insults, but with the part I'm not telling you about, the gruesome part -- since even Judgment's subordinates cowered when I turned on them, and I know for a fact that they're probably the toughest holy knights you'd be able to find, a far cry from my rag-tag bunch of knights, though I don't know how my knights ended up in such a way.
When I was done with the first guy, he was pretty much completely unrecognizable. If you wanted someone to repent, bringing them to Judgment would get them spilling their guts out after the first minute. Figuratively, I mean. If you wanted someone to become unable to repent, bring them to me and I'd make it happen. It might involve some literal gut-spilling.
Except I was supposed to be Judgment at the moment.
Oops.
I tossed a healing spell at the man in front of me. Even with Judgment's terrible reserve of holy light, I could manage that much at least.
"Wake up."
"Are you continuing the interrogation, Knight-Captain Judgment?" asked one of the knights quietly.
"Of course. I haven't gotten the information we need yet, nor has he shown repentance."
I didn't know that this would be the cause of a new rumor about the Judgment Knight's ruthlessness, about how he didn't let criminals rest even after they fainted. If he revived you from the brink of death, it just meant he wasn't done with you yet, and that you'd be wishing you'd already gone on your way to see the God of Light.
I continued in the same fashion with the rest of the criminals that were brought in. I could imagine Lesus berating himself with each strike he dealt in this kind of situation, with each insult he furled even if the sinners deserved so much worse, but I had no such qualms. Perhaps I was much more suited for this than he was, for what I felt was satisfaction.
Afterward, my feet brought me to the bathroom where Lesus waited for me as Sun, our positions reversed, but I needed no heart-to-heart session, and I wasn't even close to emptying my stomach.
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to be continued
Took me a bit to get back into first person! The way this story jumps from humor to dead seriousness sometimes gives me whiplash...
This story is 21k so far, 42 pages in word (with spacing between paragraphs). Quite long for me! I usually write longfics in separate documents, but this time it's just one long document.
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