Hellfire...one of the greatest songs written by Disney. Thanks to YouTube for providing so many great videos for inspiration.

Dedicated to those who believe that they are too different to communicate the hurt that they feel inside.

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Based off of the one-act "The Trial of Judas Iscariot." and the 1996 Disney movie. Thank you

One of the last things that Claude Frollo remembered was fire--covering him as he fell eternally. Suddenly, he was seated. It was a rough wooden chair. There was nothing else all around, just emptiness and blackness. He gripped the edges of his chair, afraid to even breathe in the emptiness.

"Judge Claude Frollo." came a booming voice out of the darkness. "You are now on trial."

"For what?" he whispered, afraid to speak any louder.

"For embezzlement, religious prejudice, racial prejudice, conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder and murder. The balance is Heaven...or Hell." Frollo felt a panic grip his heart. On trial? He? "This is your lawyer."

A young woman in a smart business suit of blue and gold appeared in a flash of light and a waft of smoke that smelled like vanilla or insense. She brushed off her lapels, straightened her brown hair and looked down to him. Then looked away. He looked about him in the emptiness.

"And this is your courtroom." A plain room sprang from the emptiness. Bare furnishings, wooden furniture. A giant judge's bench sat at the front. The jury's stand was empty. "This your jury."

People suddenly popped into the seats, many people. People he recognized and people he didn't. Several wore robes or hoods. He even saw his mother.

"And your judge." The judge appeared, a black man with a white wig. "Heaven. Hell." He gestured to the lawyers that stood on either side of Frollo. Frollo started. When had the other one appeared? He was a young man, handsome with golden hair. He was dressed in a black suit with a red shirt and black tie.

"Present your cases."

"Thank you, your honor." said the man, instantly becoming animated. "Hell wants him. That's clear enough. And in my opinion, he deserves it. But he shall have the time to redeem himself...if he can. Mr. Frollo, do you know why you are here?"

Frollo just looked at him, with parts of disbelief, disapproval and terror on his face.

"I'll take that as a 'no'." said the man lawyer. "The name is Arthyr, by the way. Not-so-great-to meet you."

Frollo didn't answer. Arthyr withdrew his hand. "Let's get to it, shall we?"

Frollo could not tell how much time had passed. He had been interrogated, witnessed against, witnessed for and his nerves could not take much more.

"Now for the charges of conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder and murder in the first degree." said Arthyr, sitting on the jury's rail that separated them from the rest of the courtroom.

"I object!" shouted Frollo. "I have never commited murder. Conspiracy? I only consult with myself! Attempted...the woman was a witch! We are not to tolerate witchcraft!"

"Wrong!" said Arthyr, suddenly by his side. "And to prove it...I call Gabrielle to the stand." A figure stood up, walked out from the jury and walked up to the witness stand. She was hooded, Frollo could not see her face.

"I have one thing to say." said Gabrielle, turning to the judge.

"Go on," the judge said, waving his mallet.

"Judge Claude Frollo..." said the figure, her hands going up to her hood. "The eyes saw everything." And with that she lowered her hood. Frollo gasped. That gypsy! From that night...that winter's night...he kicked her down the steps of Notre Dame to get at the bundle that she was holding. It turned out to be that misshapen horror.

"It was a winter's night." began Gabrielle. "I was sneaking into Paris with my husband and brother...and my child. As soon as we set foot on the soil near Notre Dame, this man attacked us. He captured my brother and my husband. Then...he tried to take my child. I ran from him. Somehow I dodged him, running to the church of Notre Dame. I pounded on the doors, pleading for sanctuary. He came on his dark horse, pounding up the steps of the cathedral. I waited as long as I possibly could, then I started running again. I had not gotten fair, when he came up behind me and tried to snatch my baby from me. Then...he kicked me with his spur, sending me to the stone steps. It was fatal. Then...he tried to drown my child."

The jury muttered amoungst themselves. "I atoned for that sin!" shouted Frollo, standing up.

"You did not atone!" screamed Gabrielle. "You taught my child, my boy, to be afraid of all about him! You lied to him, you betrayed him and then you tried to kill him!!" Gabrielle wiped tears away. "Brought up properly...perhaps he might have even become master of Ceremonies..." she whispered. "Perhaps he might have even become a offical or officer. But thanks to you, he is afraid to show his face to even those who want to help him. The first human contact he had was when he disobeyed you. You are a monster and I hope that you get the punishment that you deserve and more!"

She was lead from the stand, sobbing, back to her seat. Arthyr shook his head and sighed.

"Next...the videos."

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