So! I wrote this fic while I was being punished [my sister was having a bad day, I did something clumsy and she banned me from MY laptop for four days. sisters =_=]. The only thing I had to do was stay at home and write, which resulted in the story below. Anyways, it's a tad simple in terms of description compared to my other fics because I wrote it in a notebook and for some strange reason I become a crappy writer if it's not on microsoft word.
I dunno. Because of that, please excuse my sucky grammar usage and to add to that English isn't my first language, so please be patient with my fail writing skills \^v^/
Anyways, enjoy the read!
"Let their sinful acts lead to their grueling demise!"
"We shall pray so!" the crowd cheered in unison, their symphony of voices echoing throughout the city of Agedytr. Morning sunlight bathed the surrounding buildings with golden beams, illumination the people below as well.
"Let the law show no mercy to these unworthy beings!" the lone speaker declared, raising his arms in a passionate manner.
"We shall show no mercy!" the bystanders and activists shouted, shooting their fists in the air to demonstrate ambience. With bright eyes and a malicious grin, one of the armored soldiers brought forth three people from the shadows; a man, woman and teenage girl. Their skin was bronzed by the rays of sunshine, yet their faces shone with a dreadful glow.
Countless members of the audience spat vulgar and threatening comments, some even going as far as hurtling objects at the chained dark people. They were led to the podium where the speaker awaited, his eyes in narrow slits from disgust.
Despite being the abused center of attention, the three dark skinned beings held their heads high with determined expressions, only angering the populace more. The ranting man called for the attention of the crowd, and gestured at the imprisoned persons.
"They have all committed crimes that our city does not deem forgivable! This man murdered his masters, this woman seduced a holy man and this child attempted to poison her own family!"
The city people gasped and muttered with utter distaste, sending frowns on each of their faces.
"How treacherous!" "So ghastly!" "Those monsters!"
The accused, however, seemed to take no notice of the death glares directed towards them; they simply stared into the sunrise with dull looks. A man wearing a fine black robe that reached his ankles appeared on stage, drawing silence from the onlookers. He pulled out a scroll with the government seal and read:
"'On this morning of March twenty two, we—the Elders of the Highest Order—find the three accused immigrants—Jose Hernandez, Catherine McMatthew and Felice Villa—guilty of the lecherous acts stated. They shall be sentenced to execution immediately.'"
Cheers erupted from the people around as an executioner entered the clearing, brandishing an ax with both hands. Behind him were servants carrying several small sacks and thick ropes. With neither care nor gentleness, they placed the bags over the prisoner's heads, securing them with ropes tied tightly around their necks. Then the executioner stepped forward, raising his weapon high above the immigrant man's neck.
"Rid the evil from our city!"
Chop! The thud of a head hitting the ground resonated with a disgusting sound of the blood splattering.
"Renew the pride of our people!"
Chop! The second head was louder than the first, and the remaining prisoner struggled against the chains that bound her, shrieks of fear escaping the satchel that smothered her face.
"And hope for better days!"
Chop! And all that remained of the victims were headless corpses being thrown into the throng of people as they beat the bodies in triumph. Mutilated and beyond recognition, each piece rotted in the rubbish-filled alleyways, their rot producing a deathly scent. After the execution, the people let the area of the main square and lived about daily life once more, never thinking back on the gruesome morning's events.
Life— in those days— was becoming very much like that; trials would be held, people were killed, and yet the population still seemed okay with the situation. Sadly enough, most [if not all] of the executed victims were immigrants, and rarely ANY of them were guilty of the charges being held. Nobles could simply point a finger with accusations and the law would indefinitely go on their side without further questioning, simply because immigrants were considered to be servants and slaves compared to the average working class citizen of Agedytr. However, the city wasn't always like that, with unjust murders of innocents and corruption in classes.
The kingdom of Angerym had remained peaceful and fair for centuries until the Highest Order [an ancient organization that disbanded after the great wars] was restored, and the Elders declared that all immigrants must work under the nobles. The royal family had objected the law but could do nothing because of their lack of support amongst the people.
Angerymenes seemed to agree with the Highest Order's stance on the social order, and urged the law to abide to the Elder's words. Eventually, immigrants grew used to their placements in the Kingdom and life regained of sense of normalcy for all.
Up until 'crimes' started to spread like wildfire, all relating to the foreign citizens. Soon, people believed that the accused came from evil backgrounds and that they should return to their homelands. But this was only happening in the capitol, Agedytr. Villages located in the countryside and farther treated immigrants as equals, with fair trials for all.
Most foreign people in Angerym either stayed in small towns or left the Kingdom all together; no one wanted to live in the city anymore. Towns and city folk's ideals clashed, causing riots and—occasionally—death. While some wished for equal rights, others longed for more restraint and oppression on the lower classes.
The royalties of the Kingdom had done everything they could to ensure that the immigrants outside of the city were safe, but those within the densely populated areas were not so lucky. Random Angerymenes would torture and kill foreigners out of spite, and it sickened rational people when they had learnt that the law wasn't punishing the true offenders. Revolted by the state of things, surrounding kingdoms and dictatorships distanced themselves from Angerym and advised their people to never enter the land.
With the continuous waves of hangings and butchering, things grew restless in the Grand Castle as the tense atmosphere affected all. The High King and King—Aldrick German and his grandson Gilbert—were still in charge of their country, but the ongoing violence was something that they had failed to halt. Besides the two rulers, there was Prince Ludwig—Gilbert's younger brother—and a young royal from a foreign land. His formal title was Prince and Heir Apparent to the throne of the Kingdom of Liatia [quite the mouthful], but to those he was close with, the young man was known as Lovino Italia.
'Kay, so a few explanations are in order...
Angerym= Germany Agedytr= Tragedy [why I made that Angerym's capitol is a mystery to me]
Liatia= Italia
The setting is in... umm... let's say some alternate universe where it's like medieval Europe except the countries have different names. Yup. I apologize if it is confusing, but this isn't even HALF of the main story, more like an introduction of sorts.
The next chapter is in Lovino's POV~~ By the way I had NO idea that I would ever write this, it just sort of happened.