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kh_drabbleChallenge: [139] Saint
Title: I Have Seen the Devil
Word Count: 600
Rating / Warning: G ((PG if you count like...religion))
(anything else): Well, this is my first entry ever on here ^^ Yeah, I just joined haha. Anyways, I hope this goes over well and that I did this right. Please enjoy ^o^ - I also used Notre Dame for inspiration, just the song "Hell Fire" =D
He was called a holy man by many, a healer, a god, a deity that was blessed by perhaps Zeus himself. The people of Hollow Bastion felt blessed themselves to have such a man in their town.
“Oh, here he comes, bow your heads!”
“Do not look such a person in the eyes! Do not be rude!”
“His greatness! Please raise my son from the dead as you did to many!”
Could be heard through out the town in the form of a quiet hush. With a smile, he knew all and saw all. With power came greed and with greed came the wicked. He knew perfectly well how to manipulate the human mind, he would play god, he would be their saint.
His eyes passed by many that bowed their head towards his direction, but he stopped. -What is this?- he asked himself and smiled. -Someone who does not bow? Does not yield?- he asked himself in mild intrigue.
Blond hair and quite defiant azure eyes stared back at his own. The one who was named Saint passed the few that still laid bowed and stopped in front of the child, “Why don’t you bow?” he asked.
The boy just smiled, “I know your secrets, Saint.” he said. A smiled formed in the corners of the holy one’s mouth.
“My secrets? Tell me, what are they?”
Blue eyes just narrowed and an indifferent shrug rocked the lithe frame, “You are neither God, nor Saint.” the teen spoke.
No one surrounded them anymore, so free talk could be had between the two. The holy one smiled and laughed, “Very well.” he said and nodded his head towards the younger. “What is your name?” he asked.
“Roxas.”
“Tell me Roxas, what is my secret?” the so-called deity asked with a small smirk.
Roxas was silent at first but then smiled, “I have seen the Devil.” Roxas said quietly, the other was silent, a sign for Roxas to go on, “He wears a charismatic smirk, has an apathetic saunter, and his eyes holds secrets that anyone can tell what they are if they bothered to look.” Roxas said as he turned to face Axel, “He has a charm that no one can resist, if they choose not too, and he pulls on the puppet’s strings because he loves playing God. He loves to put on a show for the people.”
“And who is this Devil?” the saint asked curiously.
Roxas smiled and looked straight into the other’s eyes, “I have seen the devil. He is called a saint and a deity by many.”
“Go on.”
“I have seen the devil. He has red hair, so red that they stir the passion in anyone. Green eyes that can pierce through anything, perhaps taking away the life the color was meant to give.” Roxas said cryptically.
“And what is this devils name?” the holy one asked. The smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth finally won and a wicked grin broke across his face. Green eyes met blue and they shared a secret no other knew of. This saint was happy; finally, a puppet whose strings were not his to control.
“Name?” Roxas asked as he stepped closer towards the taller male in front of him.
“Yes, his name.”
Roxas smiled and looked up at the saint as called by many and he too, smirked darkly, “Surely you know his name, Axel.”
He was called a holy man by many, a healer, a god, a deity that was blessed by perhaps Zeus himself. His name was Axel, and he was the Devil.
“Oh, here he comes, bow your heads!”
“Do not look such a person in the eyes! Do not be rude!”
“His greatness! Please raise my son from the dead as you did to many!”
Could be heard through out the town in the form of a quiet hush. With a smile, he knew all and saw all. With power came greed and with greed came the wicked. He knew perfectly well how to manipulate the human mind, he would play god, he would be their saint.
His eyes passed by many that bowed their head towards his direction, but he stopped. -What is this?- he asked himself and smiled. -Someone who does not bow? Does not yield?- he asked himself in mild intrigue.
Blond hair and quite defiant azure eyes stared back at his own. The one who was named Saint passed the few that still laid bowed and stopped in front of the child, “Why don’t you bow?” he asked.
The boy just smiled, “I know your secrets, Saint.” he said. A smiled formed in the corners of the holy one’s mouth.
“My secrets? Tell me, what are they?”
Blue eyes just narrowed and an indifferent shrug rocked the lithe frame, “You are neither God, nor Saint.” the teen spoke.
No one surrounded them anymore, so free talk could be had between the two. The holy one smiled and laughed, “Very well.” he said and nodded his head towards the younger. “What is your name?” he asked.
“Roxas.”
“Tell me Roxas, what is my secret?” the so-called deity asked with a small smirk.
Roxas was silent at first but then smiled, “I have seen the Devil.” Roxas said quietly, the other was silent, a sign for Roxas to go on, “He wears a charismatic smirk, has an apathetic saunter, and his eyes holds secrets that anyone can tell what they are if they bothered to look.” Roxas said as he turned to face Axel, “He has a charm that no one can resist, if they choose not too, and he pulls on the puppet’s strings because he loves playing God. He loves to put on a show for the people.”
“And who is this Devil?” the saint asked curiously.
Roxas smiled and looked straight into the other’s eyes, “I have seen the devil. He is called a saint and a deity by many.”
“Go on.”
“I have seen the devil. He has red hair, so red that they stir the passion in anyone. Green eyes that can pierce through anything, perhaps taking away the life the color was meant to give.” Roxas said cryptically.
“And what is this devils name?” the holy one asked. The smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth finally won and a wicked grin broke across his face. Green eyes met blue and they shared a secret no other knew of. This saint was happy; finally, a puppet whose strings were not his to control.
“Name?” Roxas asked as he stepped closer towards the taller male in front of him.
“Yes, his name.”
Roxas smiled and looked up at the saint as called by many and he too, smirked darkly, “Surely you know his name, Axel.”
He was called a holy man by many, a healer, a god, a deity that was blessed by perhaps Zeus himself. His name was Axel, and he was the Devil.
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Date: 2008-03-10 12:41 am (UTC)Great job! This is cute to me. :]
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:08 am (UTC)and really? huh xD well, I am glad it threw you off =p