Human: A Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel Fanfiction
A/N: Out of all the characters in the series, I like Niccolo Machiavelli best. This fic is about his reflections in the prison cell on Alcatraz, after he tried to stop Dee from releasing the Lotan. I don't know how this could fit into the timeline, let's just assume it works. Also, I might be mistaken about the courts he served in. Just saying in advance. :D Enjoy!
Disclaimer: What's the point of disclaimers? I will own Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel when pigs fly.
The Italian lay down on the mildewed cot, listening to Dee threaten him outside the cell door. Tuning him out, he studied the ceiling. Years of damp and mold had weakened the concrete, and a spider web of cracks splayed across the middle. He closed his eyes.
His wife Marietta had once accused him of being an inhuman monster. Machiavelli loved her, and, several hundred years after her death, loved her still. He could still picture her in his mind's eye clearly. Her lustrous black hair, her clear, green eyes, the sweet scent of her favourite perfume. But the thing he remembered most clearly was this sentence. Over the years, as he survived and thrived in the dangerous courts of France and Spain, as he carried out his Elder master's order, as he traversed through shadowrealms and fought beasts that had no right to exist outside of nightmares, this sentence guided him, became a motto, something to work against, to never become. Dee thought that love, duty, and conscience was what made the humani weak, but Machiavelli knew that it was what made them strong, stronger than the Elders, Archons, and Earthlords that came before them.
The Italian immortal, despite his similarities with the English Magician, was, in some ways, completely different. He had his limits, while Dee had none and was willing to do anything to achieve his goals. The fire in London, the famine in Ireland, Dee would not hesitate to destroy an entire country to get what he wants. He saw masses of nameless, faceless people where Machiavelli saw individuals with their own worries, cares, and loves. Machiavelli retained his humanity. It was his greatest strength, what he had that the other servants of the Dark Elders did not. And today, he had proven that his beloved Marietta was wrong. He was human.
Unbidden, another voice, much more recent, came to the immortal's mind. A quiet, hoarse voice of a famous male.
"I believe that there is good in everyone, even you."
"No me, Alchemist, not anymore, and not for a very long time."
It would seem that Marietta was not the only one proven wrong.
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