The Monster Of The Fae


"Hush, little one..." Maria was a human, already wanted by everyone on the Fae Plane. She held her baby close to her chest and wrapped the blanket around him, struggling to hide him. The boat docked at the side of the river where a Fae city could be seen.

"30 pieces of gold for safe passage to the Fae Capitol." Her guide held out his gloved hand expectantly. She carefully stepped out of the boat and hesitantly handed him the money- it was all she had. He smirked and floated away, leaving her and her son cold and alone on the snow. She clutched him tightly to her chest, as if the slightest release would send him away. They trudged up the hill, trying to reach the city that promised a new life, but their dreams were paused when the footsteps of men and horses could be heard coming down the path. Maria ducked and hid behind a stone wall on the path, but it was too late. She was yanked up by a bony hand that she knew to belong to King Lucian's.

He held her up triumphantly with a smirk, high above his large white stallion, then dropped her and the baby into the snow. He was surrounded by soldiers, all in matching black, metal armour. "Take this filthy human to the castle dungeons." He scowled.

One of the guards that had escorted Lucian noticed how quick Maria was to grab her baggage. "What have you got there?" He curiously reached a hand towards the unknown life form but she yanked it back.

"Stolen goods no doubt. Take them from her." Lucian demanded.
Maria's eyes widened and quickly darted down to her baby. She scrambled to her feet and quickly ran down the path behind Lucian. He boiled with rage and quickly steered his horse behind her. He went as fast as humanly possible but she refused to give up. She ran to the cathedral and pounded on the door.

"Sanctuary! Please give us sanctuary!" She cried out, but by this point Lucian had caught up to her. Towering above her thin frame, he stole the child. He knocked her to the ground, hitting her head on the steps. He delicately unwrapped the blanket to find, no stolen product, but rather a baby. They made eye contact and Lucian saw any trace of light immediately go out.

"A baby?" He wondered aloud. He then noticed the eyes. No true, good, human could have such naturally piercing eyes. He shook his head. "A monster." Lucian sneered and held the child over the well, ready to drop it and give it a swift and painful death. His hand slowly began to release the blanket and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Stop!" Cried the Archdeacon.

Lucian hesitantly pulled the baby away. "This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs." He growled, leaving little room for argument.

"See here, the innocent blood you have spilled on the steps of the Cathedral?" He knelt down next to the woman's limp body and held her in his arms.

"I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued" Lucian intoned.

"No. You would add this woman not to your guilt." The old man's grieving eyes bore into Lucian's with a pleading stare.

"My conscience is clear."

"You can lie to yourself and your minions," his tone had changed to one of anger, "you can claim that you haven't a qualm, but you can never run from, nor hide what you've done, from the eyes of God."

Lucian looked up in fear at the large stone statue of Jesus, towering above him. The Lord's power was surely greater than his and it was then that he realized the severity of his sin.

"What must I do?" He never lowered his gaze from the figure above.

"Care for the child, raise it as your own." The Archdeacon stood up, the dead woman in his arms.

"I am to be settled with this satanic beast-" he inhaled deeply in an attempt to cool the fiery rage in his head. "Very well. Let him live with you in the Cathedral."

"Here? But... Where?"

Lucian gazed up. There was a dark tower that ascended from the left side of the Church. It was designated for the storybook, which needed a new master. "Anywhere. Just so he's kept locked away where he can cause no harm. The dark tower perhaps?" He smiled an evil grin at the child below him. "And who knows? Our Lord works in mysterious ways. Perhaps even this demonic child will, someday, be of use to me."

"You must name him if he is to live here."

"Teague." Lucian smirked.

"What? You are going to name him after the story?" The old man looked in awe at the Minister. It was a sinister deed to bind the child to the book, let alone name him after it.

"Writing tales is all he'll be good for, anyways." Lucian dropped the child onto his mother's corpse and tread off into the night.


A/N I love the Hunchback of Notre Dame and the more I thought about it, the more I thought about how I could make this into a fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoy!

Much Much of the Love!

~Fluffy