Challenge 173
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kh_drabbleChallenge: 173 [Fire]
Title: Hellfire
Word Count: 373
rating: G! :D
notes: Come on, someone had to write a HoND crossover for this one :D
Paris reeks of darkness.
Certainly it has to be the fault of the gypsies, he muses as he sneers down upon the city he rules. Gypsies and the demons they summoned from the pits of hell, as heathens like them are wont to do. Yes, it was a good thing he drove that fae-witch from his chambers, back into her hell-hole, back to her disgusting flock. Even if she left vile monsters skittering about the city in her wake – but it is nothing he can’t handle. At the authority of his voice, the things scurry away, back into the shadows and depths from which they came.
Amen.
Tonight is a special night, he muses to himself. After all, he had several guards stationed around the Cathedral, waiting for his ward, the captain and their new… “friend” to slip out and lead them to the Court of Miracles. He narrows his eyes in suspicious disgust – a stranger that wielded a giant key? It was witchcraft, to be sure.
Amen.
And then they would bring her back… that rich, earth-colored skin and that black, ebony colored hair… he straightened his back and cleared his throat. Devil take it all, he was a man of God. He was above such temptations. Such temptations…
He’d see to it personally that the witch was executed for her crimes and temptations, and along with her the boy with the key, for being a sorcerer, for being different, for defying him. They would burn, their souls acquitted by fire, purified of their sins by the flame. All of their kind would burn, the vermin that plagued his city – gypsies, Jews, Moor merchants from the south, the whole pagan lot of them.
Amen.
Paris reeks of darkness tonight, and as the heartless perch on the shoulders of stone saints and gather on the steps of his manor, Judge Claude Frollo doesn’t realize that it was not the gypsies, but his own black heart that brought them there. The lust, rage, and hatred stewing in his soul call to them, and as the shadows whisper amongst themselves, they know that it won’t be much longer until he joins them.
Meanwhile, Frollo doesn’t realize that fire isn’t necessary to be burnt alive.
Amen.
Title: Hellfire
Word Count: 373
rating: G! :D
notes: Come on, someone had to write a HoND crossover for this one :D
Paris reeks of darkness.
Certainly it has to be the fault of the gypsies, he muses as he sneers down upon the city he rules. Gypsies and the demons they summoned from the pits of hell, as heathens like them are wont to do. Yes, it was a good thing he drove that fae-witch from his chambers, back into her hell-hole, back to her disgusting flock. Even if she left vile monsters skittering about the city in her wake – but it is nothing he can’t handle. At the authority of his voice, the things scurry away, back into the shadows and depths from which they came.
Amen.
Tonight is a special night, he muses to himself. After all, he had several guards stationed around the Cathedral, waiting for his ward, the captain and their new… “friend” to slip out and lead them to the Court of Miracles. He narrows his eyes in suspicious disgust – a stranger that wielded a giant key? It was witchcraft, to be sure.
Amen.
And then they would bring her back… that rich, earth-colored skin and that black, ebony colored hair… he straightened his back and cleared his throat. Devil take it all, he was a man of God. He was above such temptations. Such temptations…
He’d see to it personally that the witch was executed for her crimes and temptations, and along with her the boy with the key, for being a sorcerer, for being different, for defying him. They would burn, their souls acquitted by fire, purified of their sins by the flame. All of their kind would burn, the vermin that plagued his city – gypsies, Jews, Moor merchants from the south, the whole pagan lot of them.
Amen.
Paris reeks of darkness tonight, and as the heartless perch on the shoulders of stone saints and gather on the steps of his manor, Judge Claude Frollo doesn’t realize that it was not the gypsies, but his own black heart that brought them there. The lust, rage, and hatred stewing in his soul call to them, and as the shadows whisper amongst themselves, they know that it won’t be much longer until he joins them.
Meanwhile, Frollo doesn’t realize that fire isn’t necessary to be burnt alive.
Amen.
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Date: 2009-01-15 08:57 pm (UTC)I love the last two paragraphs especially. Just. Unf. And the repetition of "Amen" gives is a great rhythm and helps it flow.
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Date: 2009-01-16 12:35 am (UTC)Or Nobodies, in which case, previous lunch. Breakfast maybe? XD
Awesome work!
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Date: 2009-01-16 12:37 am (UTC)Thanks ^^
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Date: 2009-01-16 09:43 am (UTC)Awesome, awesome. :D
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