AN: Semi-based on the Noir song of the same name. But not really.
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Salva Nos
Dear Lord, I have sinned.
Kumo stalked through the ravaged country, fires blazing on ruined houses, people screaming in fear as the grotesque form of Chaos loomed over them all.
His jade-colored eyes were devoid of emotion, and his face was similarly blank. He was a killer with no emotions, who detached himself from the gruesome realities of his life.
Please forgive me, for I have committed numerous atrocities on the beings you so tenderly love.
There was a man in front of him, his back facing towards Kumo. His hair was graying, but his age did not deter his spirit. He commanded people into a safety, putting their lives above his. Kumo assumed he was a leader of some sort, and quietly acknowledged that he was a good leader.
But good leader or not, he was to die. It was the Count's orders. Everyone was to die. Everyone's purpose was to feed Chaos, and die. Those were his orders. And Kumo would follow those orders to perfection.
My hands are stained with blood, innocent or otherwise. No matter how hard I try, they will not wash off.
Kumo stealthily made his way behind the man and with a deft swing from his sword, left the man on the ground, dead, blood quickly pooling the body. Kumo looked at the blood that covered his sword and part of his clothes with disdain. He was to go now, and continue to strike fear in man's hearts to feed Chaos, then kill them.
But he didn't go on.
Not yet.
For years, I have stayed with a creature so dark, so twisted, and so evil that even pure souls would be tainted with its unholy aura. I became his killing puppet, destroying the lives of everyone I came across, filling the roll of his dark Angel of Death.
He knelt down in the soft soil, carefully avoiding the blood. Gently, he turned the corpse over, so the man's lifeless eyes were now facing the sky blackened with death and horror and fear. With shaking fingers, Kumo gently touched the man's eyelids and closed them, giving the final rest he deserved.
And for a brief second, just a brief second, he was reminded of his own father, gentle, loving, and so kind.
But just for a brief second for he irritably pushed the memory away, into the deep recesses of his mind.
Or did he push it away because it was too painful to recall?
He didn't know anymore.
He had been so emotionless for so long, he didn't really know what it felt like to let his emotions run freely.
But Lord, I don't want this.
With sudden ferocity, Kumo stood up and stalked away from the dead man. Suddenly, he didn't want to see that face ever again. Pain and anger bubbled within him and he viciously cut down another person that was foolishly in his path.
Or maybe he was afraid.
Because now he knew what he was.
He had been pushing the truth away for so long, but now it was so clear.
He was a murder…
Please, dear Lord, save me.
-End-
AN: Alright, let me try to explain where this fic came from.
I believe that prior to the destruction of Windaria, Chaos/Count had Kumo his loyal servant for a little while before Kumo started to secretly go against him. Chaos/Count probably gave him some crap about how the work he was doing was "justified" or something, but as time went on, Kumo began to become disillusioned. He continues to do his job, however, and locks away his emotions because he thinks there is nothing else for him to do BUT to kill. Here is the beginning of the turning point. Here, Kumo is beginning to hate the Count, and something in him is ready to strike back at the "God" that took his home world.
All the italics ARE part of Kumo's thoughts, but not as he's going through the moment. Confusing? He's reliving the memory in this fic, and the italics are what he's thinking of.
If you have any other questions about this fic, feel free to email me.