No… no! Please don't!

Always protect her… never let go… and neither of that you so hope for. And once you have it, embrace it, treasure it… give it your all.

No… no, please god, no…

Heh… you're a good girl… comprehensive and fair… honest… and…

merciful

Over there! Don't let him escape!

I have faith in that one day you will be able to forgive all of us for the atrocious sins we have committed… them… god… me…

Please don't leave… don't leave me alone, please!

Farewell, my little girls…


Another day were I am unable to conceive a little peace on my sleep. The dim light that manages to filter through the heavily shielded window is as annoying to my eyes as this dream is heavy to my soul. Memories of a past I thought long forgotten come to me on a rush, clustering my mind in order to torment my accursed existence. It was curious how a monster like me had to take her arm to struggle that who many gave by granted my kind didn't had… a heart.

It was curious how a being that could make the hearts of other stop on a whim, so desired its own would do the same in order to extinguish that pain, a pain so nostalgic, so furtive, so accursed. Ever since his arrival the past hasn't stopped harassing me, stalking me at every chance. Ever since his intromission this pain hasn't stopped, not even lessened… since then this poison hasn't stopped killing me.

Even now I still question the past and every single person that took part on it, however I do not reproach it… reproach nothing but one thing… why was I allowed to live? Oh, cruel joke of our god. A free and unoccupied god that's also shameless and deaf. For long years the same plead and always the same indifference.

And yet I myself cling to that fleeting hope. Just as stubborn and shameless, I keep on waiting patiently for those words to come true. I want to have faith… but how am I to keep it if I'm not even able to forgive the faults of those who condemned me to this eternal wait?

Just like those times when I was born, 5 centuries ago, I can't help but feel that my devotion will be put to test once more. I can feel that, just like that time, my holy trail is nigh… my auto de fé lingers close...

I wonder… when was the last time I cried like in this moment?

I can't recall…


((Author's note: Hello and thank you for picking up this story of mine. This story is a small side-story from my much bigger one called, "The spiriting away of Gensokyo". If you feel interested, I invite you to take a look at it as well. In any case, you dont need any knowledge from that story to enjoy this one, there will be very subtle references here from the other one, but altogheter, this story could easily do as a stand-alone work, so dont worry in that regard.

Well, I don't want to spoil too much with just this prologue, so I'll stop it here. Once again I want to thank you a lot for giving this prologue (and chapter 1 too, maybe?) a chance and I hope you've enjoyed it. Best regards and will come with more chapters soon enough. Thanks.

Auto de fé is spanish for whats known as "act of faith" wich was the trail imposed by the members of the spanish inquisition. It was when people where forced by the church to accept their sins, making their relinquish either their goods, wealth, moral dignity or even their lives... as we all know. I could have changed it... but felt it was better to leave it as was, hehehe.))