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Title: Damned Are They
Characters: Prussia, Holy Roman Empire
Notes: Back in the fifteenth century, people like hunchbacks and other freaks of nature were often hidden from the eyes of the public. If you weren't normal, you were most certainly one of Satan's creations against man. If this seems familiar to you, have you ever watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame? It's based mainly on one of the scenes in the very beginning of the movie.
The church was old and ailing, sick from the corruption and the pure souls damning themselves to Hell by ask Him for fame, for glory, for possessions they could hold, yet the bells that hung loftily up above told a different story. A place of peace, of forgiveness, a sancuary for those who needed it even if they weren't on the side of the Holy Lord. That was kindness. The young monster looked up at the bells and gave a yawn, bored from staying cooped up in the dusty ruins of a place that used to be holy. He stood and walked over to the table his dear, sweet, younger brother had kindly given him, fiddling with the cloth draped across it. The door shook as a figure entered, a covered basket in hand. Speak of the devil, the abombination thought to himself as his brother entered. He didn't look weird, not compared to this thing. It'd be blasphemous to even compare them though, and those who had spoke their contrition with fear in their hearts.
"Good morning, brother. Has your day been good?" He asks, placing the basket on the table and going to a shelf to fetch two plates and cups.
"As swell as one can get locked up in this stuffy old church all day every day." He replied, rifling through the basket to take out an apple, crunching into it as the younger approached and placed the items carefully on the old wood.
"Do you think I want you locked up here? Your appearance would frighten the public too much, you're like a demon in the body of a person, and they would cast their scorn on you faster than you can say Hallo."
The cursed teen rolled his eyes and took another bite out of the tart fruit. Damnation every day. Eternal or otherwise, he could hear it in the kid's voice.
"Yeah, yeah. You say that every day kid, and it's not getting any less boring in here."
The priest shook his head and took a book out of the basket, laying it flat on the tale and flipping through the pages.
"Let's get to the alphabet. It'll take your mind off of things."
The other sat up straight, then leaned on his elbows as his brother began.
"A is for..."
"Abombination."
"B?"
"Blasphemy."
"C."
"Contrition."
"Say the next three."
"Damnation, Eternal damnation, and Food."
His younger brother sighed and snapped his fingers, catching the attention of the devil.
"Nein! It is Forgiveness. You shall be forgiven for your looks soon enough as long as you keep out of trouble." He says with meaning, a cold look in his eyes against the dim light of the cathedral.
"God's there, but he isn't watching this old thing. It's too far in Hell for him to see it!"
The boy slams his hand on the table, startling the freak and causing the table to shake unsteadily, the plates slipping off.
"And you wonder why they keep you from the streets? Your voice only speaks against the church while you live in it! Once you accept God, he will-"
"Forgive me! I know the story squirt."
His brother is silent as he picks up the book and closes it.
"Let's wrap up for the day. Tomorrow we'll continue reviewing."
Then he leaves, bolting the door shut behind him, leaving the fiend with nothing but the silence to keep him company. The devil shrugs off his feelings of regret and stands, throwing the apple core into a corner and putting the fallen dishes back in their place on the shelf. If God wanted to shine his holy light on the church, that would be fine. But the imp sensed it would be a long time while until He did.
His poor, disgusting, abnormality of a brother. Born with eyes as red as the fires of Hell and with the look of Satan himself, he was lucky to still be alive. But only by his master's kind hand graciously helping him along. When the beast was cast away by society and threatened to be killed with a sword through his throat, it was his younger kin that stood against their blows in order to defend his only relative, however horrifying he was to the public. The two found sancuary in an old church nearby and the savage stayed there, locked in by the hatred and fear of his betters, behind doors with a bolt that only he, the devil's keeper, could open. It was for the enemy of God's own safety. The monstrosity was a constant reminder to him that He does create people who should be cast into Hell the moment they are born, unless they accept His light and be saved by it. This is what he had learned, and what he preached to the miscreation He had set upon the Earth to test him in his faith.
The sun raced across the blue sky as the day passed, and the youthful patron of God knew he would have to return to the cretin to give him food and his blessing, a prayer to keep God's eye on the church, and maybe a hymn to spur the masses's good will. So he turned from the blessed people and towards the holy place which kept a demon within its protected doors, his legs growing weaker with every step towards the accursed area as the fallen angel sapped his strength and will, replacing it with a cold knot of fear in his heart and doubt in the pit of his stomach. The door creaked open and he stepped inside, quiet as the people murmered their prayers. Quickly he strode up the stairs and shook the door as he hurriedly unbolted it, his entire body shaking with the effort of keeping his faith and away from the deadly claws of the man below God's light. He slammed the door in the face of the evil being and leaned against the door, shaking violently.
The creature looked over from his diagonal position on the wall, kicking off it with one foot as he walked over to the his trembling brother.
"What's got you so scared, kid? Afraid the demons of Hell are trying to pull you down again?" How mocking of him. Like he was one to speak! He was the reason that the protector felt like this, with shudders racking his entire body as he swallowed down his fear.
"No, I just thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye and sought refuge- companionship with my only brother."
The hellion rolled his eyes and slunk away towards the open window that looked down on the city and its promised inhabitants.
"Whatever keeps you happy. Y'got food for me?"
The younger nodded and pulled out two small loaves of bread from a pouch hidden inside his robes, placing one on the table and rubbing off a piece of the other. He studied his brute of a brother as he chewed, recoiling inwardly at the sight of the abnormal silver-white hair and the crimson eyes that pierced your soul as they stared into his own. Then he turned away to burn away the light around the religious people as they milled around below and push them into darkness, destroying their faith and dipping their hearts in doubt against their stern faith. Just like he had his own brother, the boy thought scornfully as he picked up the bread and threw it at him, hitting the vermin on the side of the head. All he got for his kindness was a dirty glare thrown in his direction.
When God decided to smile upon the pitiful thing, he thought as he ate, that would be the day all of humanity would be able to see his brother not as the monster everyone, even himself, believed to be but as an equal, in rank and in normality. He wished the day would come soon and wish he would not rue it when it did.
Characters: Prussia, Holy Roman Empire
Notes: Back in the fifteenth century, people like hunchbacks and other freaks of nature were often hidden from the eyes of the public. If you weren't normal, you were most certainly one of Satan's creations against man. If this seems familiar to you, have you ever watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame? It's based mainly on one of the scenes in the very beginning of the movie.
The church was old and ailing, sick from the corruption and the pure souls damning themselves to Hell by ask Him for fame, for glory, for possessions they could hold, yet the bells that hung loftily up above told a different story. A place of peace, of forgiveness, a sancuary for those who needed it even if they weren't on the side of the Holy Lord. That was kindness. The young monster looked up at the bells and gave a yawn, bored from staying cooped up in the dusty ruins of a place that used to be holy. He stood and walked over to the table his dear, sweet, younger brother had kindly given him, fiddling with the cloth draped across it. The door shook as a figure entered, a covered basket in hand. Speak of the devil, the abombination thought to himself as his brother entered. He didn't look weird, not compared to this thing. It'd be blasphemous to even compare them though, and those who had spoke their contrition with fear in their hearts.
"Good morning, brother. Has your day been good?" He asks, placing the basket on the table and going to a shelf to fetch two plates and cups.
"As swell as one can get locked up in this stuffy old church all day every day." He replied, rifling through the basket to take out an apple, crunching into it as the younger approached and placed the items carefully on the old wood.
"Do you think I want you locked up here? Your appearance would frighten the public too much, you're like a demon in the body of a person, and they would cast their scorn on you faster than you can say Hallo."
The cursed teen rolled his eyes and took another bite out of the tart fruit. Damnation every day. Eternal or otherwise, he could hear it in the kid's voice.
"Yeah, yeah. You say that every day kid, and it's not getting any less boring in here."
The priest shook his head and took a book out of the basket, laying it flat on the tale and flipping through the pages.
"Let's get to the alphabet. It'll take your mind off of things."
The other sat up straight, then leaned on his elbows as his brother began.
"A is for..."
"Abombination."
"B?"
"Blasphemy."
"C."
"Contrition."
"Say the next three."
"Damnation, Eternal damnation, and Food."
His younger brother sighed and snapped his fingers, catching the attention of the devil.
"Nein! It is Forgiveness. You shall be forgiven for your looks soon enough as long as you keep out of trouble." He says with meaning, a cold look in his eyes against the dim light of the cathedral.
"God's there, but he isn't watching this old thing. It's too far in Hell for him to see it!"
The boy slams his hand on the table, startling the freak and causing the table to shake unsteadily, the plates slipping off.
"And you wonder why they keep you from the streets? Your voice only speaks against the church while you live in it! Once you accept God, he will-"
"Forgive me! I know the story squirt."
His brother is silent as he picks up the book and closes it.
"Let's wrap up for the day. Tomorrow we'll continue reviewing."
Then he leaves, bolting the door shut behind him, leaving the fiend with nothing but the silence to keep him company. The devil shrugs off his feelings of regret and stands, throwing the apple core into a corner and putting the fallen dishes back in their place on the shelf. If God wanted to shine his holy light on the church, that would be fine. But the imp sensed it would be a long time while until He did.
His poor, disgusting, abnormality of a brother. Born with eyes as red as the fires of Hell and with the look of Satan himself, he was lucky to still be alive. But only by his master's kind hand graciously helping him along. When the beast was cast away by society and threatened to be killed with a sword through his throat, it was his younger kin that stood against their blows in order to defend his only relative, however horrifying he was to the public. The two found sancuary in an old church nearby and the savage stayed there, locked in by the hatred and fear of his betters, behind doors with a bolt that only he, the devil's keeper, could open. It was for the enemy of God's own safety. The monstrosity was a constant reminder to him that He does create people who should be cast into Hell the moment they are born, unless they accept His light and be saved by it. This is what he had learned, and what he preached to the miscreation He had set upon the Earth to test him in his faith.
The sun raced across the blue sky as the day passed, and the youthful patron of God knew he would have to return to the cretin to give him food and his blessing, a prayer to keep God's eye on the church, and maybe a hymn to spur the masses's good will. So he turned from the blessed people and towards the holy place which kept a demon within its protected doors, his legs growing weaker with every step towards the accursed area as the fallen angel sapped his strength and will, replacing it with a cold knot of fear in his heart and doubt in the pit of his stomach. The door creaked open and he stepped inside, quiet as the people murmered their prayers. Quickly he strode up the stairs and shook the door as he hurriedly unbolted it, his entire body shaking with the effort of keeping his faith and away from the deadly claws of the man below God's light. He slammed the door in the face of the evil being and leaned against the door, shaking violently.
The creature looked over from his diagonal position on the wall, kicking off it with one foot as he walked over to the his trembling brother.
"What's got you so scared, kid? Afraid the demons of Hell are trying to pull you down again?" How mocking of him. Like he was one to speak! He was the reason that the protector felt like this, with shudders racking his entire body as he swallowed down his fear.
"No, I just thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye and sought refuge- companionship with my only brother."
The hellion rolled his eyes and slunk away towards the open window that looked down on the city and its promised inhabitants.
"Whatever keeps you happy. Y'got food for me?"
The younger nodded and pulled out two small loaves of bread from a pouch hidden inside his robes, placing one on the table and rubbing off a piece of the other. He studied his brute of a brother as he chewed, recoiling inwardly at the sight of the abnormal silver-white hair and the crimson eyes that pierced your soul as they stared into his own. Then he turned away to burn away the light around the religious people as they milled around below and push them into darkness, destroying their faith and dipping their hearts in doubt against their stern faith. Just like he had his own brother, the boy thought scornfully as he picked up the bread and threw it at him, hitting the vermin on the side of the head. All he got for his kindness was a dirty glare thrown in his direction.
When God decided to smile upon the pitiful thing, he thought as he ate, that would be the day all of humanity would be able to see his brother not as the monster everyone, even himself, believed to be but as an equal, in rank and in normality. He wished the day would come soon and wish he would not rue it when it did.