New fanfic idea:
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The smell of incense wafted into his nose, a scent that should have been comforting, but brought him no solace. He knelt in an undignified posture, his hands sealed behind his back by wooden rosaries. The candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls, and illuminated grisly scenes from the human's holy book: A man being crucified; a brother sacrificing his own kin; a particularly famed scene: A woman, almost completely naked with a snake whispering into her ear.
'The original sin, that's what they call it.' He thought, smirking slightly. A stinging blow was delivered to the back of his head, and he hissed in anger.
"What are you so happy about, demon?" A priest asked him angrily.
The doomed man gave him a bitter smile and said, "That when you go to hell, I'll be waiting for you." A snarl wormed its way from the holy man's mouth, and blows descended on his being. He bore it in silence; it would all be over soon.
"Brother, stop!" A different priest said, wrenching the angered man away from the prisoner. "Let me be the one who sends him off to the Holy Father." Breathing hard, the abusive priest nodded. Slowly, everyone left the room except for the prisoner and the priest.
"Hello Uncle," the holy man said, looking at the man before him. There was no real resemblance between the two of them; to say the two of them were related was a joke.
"I'm actually your great-uncle, brat." The man said, giving the priest an acidic glare. The boy had soft, mousy brown hair, and rich maroon eyes.
'He would have had red eyes if Yocteau hadn't renounced his demonic heritage.' He thought, testing his restraints slightly. Why his brother had given up his powers for a measly human girl was beyond his speculation.
"I'm sorry, but I'd rather call you uncle, it's less of a mouthful." The boy gave a small smile.
"What's your name, child?" The boy's uncle asked, changing the topic completely.
"It's Quess, why do you ask?" Quess said, looking at him carefully.
"So my brother's son used me as your namesake," he said, smiling slightly.
"So I take it your name is Quess?" The priest asked, confused.
"Not anymore. I go by Mutsuki now," the man replied. Quess nodded, and knelt by his side.
"I won't kill you," He said softly.
Mutsuki looked up in shock. The boy gave no further hints of his plans, instead he prayed. "May you sleep until purity is born from sins." Quess fingered his cross. "Let your sleep be disturbed by none, and may you see the light at the end of your journey." Raising the cross over his head, Quess aimed the pointed end towards Mutsuki's heart.
'Priests are full of shit.' Was his last thought, as the cross plunged into his heart.
A/N: I have nothing against Christians or priests, but if you take this into context, much of the cruelty that was displayed in this chapter was present in the late 1500-1800 hundreds.
This whole event takes place around the Spanish Inquisition
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