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Hello there sweet cupcakes! chapter 2 is here! I'm super excited that this story has one follower and two favorites with only one chapter, thank you very much! you don't know how much it means! *cries of happiness*

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I have a few things to say but I'll wait to the final notes, so without more to say, to the fic!


CHAPTER II

A choice with no regrets

It causes me disenchantment to think about the monster that I am. Perhaps there are words to describe the demon that I happen to be: Abominable. Repulsive. scary. All these qualities encapsulated in the beautiful body of a young woman, my body, this one that has been of many men and none of them at the same time.

"Ah- you're beautiful… Diane" the earl whispered behind me, sniffing at my hair.

It is already said in the bible, my lord, the devil is a beautiful being, after all it was God's favorite. But of course I could not say that to that pig who was supposed to be a gentleman. I just smiled and mumbled nonsense to his ear, small words to arouse him more. As a courtesan of the house of pleasure, that was my job.

He turned me around as he kept thrusting himself inside me, and at one point, he hit me. I knew it because of the abrupt sound produced by his palm in my flesh, followed by the inevitable pain but it didn't matter, after all, I was going to heal soon. This (and not the nature of my job) is what makes me think of myself as an impious demon who was born in the depths of hell, and somehow found its way to the land of men. To put it in simple words: It doesn't matter how many times I get hurt, I always heal almost immediately, being the pain caused at the very moment the only proof of the harm done. Also, I never get sick.

These are the main reasons I'm so treasured by my master, I'm the one he can throw to violent clients like a piece of meat, and so it has become my duty to endure the most savage men, the ones who take pleasure in hurting a woman.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder how would my life be If I hadn't met Lord Raiden that rainy night of november, when he appeared in front of me looking like a dark knight, offering me a choice which I could never regret making. And what if he hadn't found out about this particular ability of mine... I wonder If things could have been different for me.

But above of all that there was a question echoing my head with more strength than all the others: Could I be happy if I was normal?

Could I be enjoying myself on a green field, feeling the air on my hair, and the grass beneath my back, gazing at the sky, and not tied up in this house where my body it's only meant for purposes that go beyond what should be allowed to do to a human being.

"Ahhh" he finished outside of me (thankfully) and his cum slipped down my legs. He stood there for a moment, then, he straightened his shirt, fastened his pants and left without further ado.

/O/O/O

The raindrops tapped gently on the surface of the those bells who aren't protected by the wooden ceiling, making a small noise capable of put Quasimodo's nervousness at ease. The bell tower felt strangely different now that he knew Frollo wasn't coming back anymore, but that wasn't necessary a good feeling. After all he was to blame that the Justice minister stopped walking among the living. He killed him. The man who had brought him food, taught him, dressed him. The only one who looked upon him without fear, –because even if it was just the first time she saw him, Esmeralda did give him a look of revulsion–.

The bell-ringer looked at his hands before he placed them over his face. Now one half of Paris hated him because 'he pushed' Frollo from the top of the church, and the other half admired him for the same reason, which was even worse.

"You know you didn't push him Quasi, ignore what people say." Laverne's voice appeared behind him, but he shocked his head.

"It was my fault" mumbled him, while moving his hands through his face, pulling skin a little because of his lack of finesse.

A few feet below them, far enough to not hear their conversation, but closely to gaze them, Hugo and Victor were watching the scene.

"I don't understand. Frollo is not here anymore, he can go out whenever he wants. Why won't he cheer up?" exclaimed the gargoyle piggy shaped.

"I think he is feeling an impressive variety of feelings which might be defining him on a new manner" Victor spoke gracefully as always, but also, perplexing.

"What you mean?"

"What I mean is, he must be feeling quite guilty about what happened to Frollo, but at the same time relieved because he would no longer torment him, Esmeralda and all the Romani people but feels terribly bad for thinking that way. And on the top of that she is to marry captain Phoebus, which somehow means that it doesn't matter how much he lost for her cause, she is still never loving him back"

Hugo's expression was filled with sadness, as he looked up again to the place where Laverne was trying to comfort the boy, who's expression where a mixture of torture, pain, grief, and of course confusion.

Recharging his back on the wall, Quasimodo breathed deeply.

"I could have grabbed him…" mumbled him, and the female gargoyle sighed heavily. "But if I would have saved him he would have killed Esmeralda!" It was confusing for him to feel the loss of someone but at the same time alleviation for the same reason, so in response to this mixed feelings his mind found a solution on blame, in order to feel as bad as he thought he should.

To Laverne's eyes, he was clearly losing it.

"You can't blame yourself only because there's no else to" She stated and her words seemed to kick in a little, which reflected on his expression.

"I would like to be alone…" he whispered, as he turned his head aside. She took a deep breath, wanting to smack his stubborn head, but she just jumped back, looking a little disappointed.

"Don't despair boy, remember you are stronger than stone"

He didn't look at her, but after a few moments passed Quasimodo knew not only Laverne but all of them had smother. He sighed heavily as his gaze went out the window to the cemetery where one could find the court of miracles. Esmeralda was probably there with her future husband, that man whose name meant "Sun God" the same one who saved his life that hideous night. The bell-ringer cared for Phoebus, but at the same time it caused him discomfort to think about him. How could he hold such negative feelings for someone who he knew was a good man who helped him and Esmeralda?

"I'm horrible…" muttered for himself, running a hand through his red hair.

He felt rage, grief, despair, and above all that, loneliness. His master wasn't coming anymore, and he was certain that as soon as Esmeralda married her hero in shining armour, she would not be coming around to see him neither. She was the only one who could have made him feel better, but for her to comfort him she will need to know what was wrong in the first place. Suddenly Clopin's words flashed in his head:

"There are things that you're feeling right now that can no longer be kept bottled inside of you. And you know you won't speak about them with your friends because how could you explain them how painful it is to you that they're happy together..."

Quasi growled. Clopin was right, he couldn't tell her, he couldn't bear to hear her voice muttering softly words of rejection, not to mention that would only spoil their friendship. Then another thing from that talk with the Romani man popped out in his mind. His eyes opened in surprise just one tiny bit as he reached for the inner pocket on his long, short sleeve green tunic. There it was, the red and golden glowing ticket.

He couldn't talk to Esmeralda, he wouldn't speak with Clopin about it, and even if the gargoyles were like family to him, they were still made of stone. But he held a third option on the palm of his hand.

The instructions were simple: write a letter with your direction and they will simply send someone in.

Quasimodo thought about it for a little while and he came to the conclusion it wouldn't be harmful for anyone if he were to send the letter. It would be just one night, and he didn't even had to sin because the only thing he was going to do was talk, christ, she didn't even had to see him! There were plenty of places he could hide from her while still being able to see her. None knew the bell tower like he did after all.

Perhaps it could work, or perhaps not, either way once he send the letter there was no going back. It will have to be a choice he could not regret...

/O/O/O/O

Diane found herself rushing through the halls of the save house, in direction to the common lounge, where other fifteen girls were waiting for her. A soon as she entered the room closing the door behind her back, a little voice came to life:

"She's here!" souted Genevieve, the youngest with fourteen years old.

"Finally, thought we were waiting all night!" claimed another one, in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Ambrose delayed me, apparently he can't make a decent soup without burning the kitchen. He asked for my help on my way here" she explained quickly, as she took her sit by the fire.

The common room was a large spacious lounge, there was a piano on the right corner, a harp beside it; the walls were decorated with bookshelves while in the middle a small chimney found its place, and before it a big red sofa with room only for one person, a man more precisely, who all of the girls knew as Lord Raiden, their master, and the owner of the house of pleasure.

He raised his voice shouting down the chatting .

"You don't have to apologize, my dear. We all know you have the hardest job among us, and yet you help making dinner, how kind are you, isn't it true Lavender?" he asked scathingly to the girl who had complained. She lowered her gaze as her voice came out a lot softer.

"Yes my Lord"

"Good. Now, do you remember the golden tickets I made to promote this place a month ago?" he inquired while standing up. The fire made the shadows dance in silence. He began to walk as he kept talking and the girls nodded meekly. "One was sent back with directions of Notre Dame. Isn't that funny?" mocked him, as if he was giving permission for them to talk again.

"Quite a bit sir" Dine spoke cheerfully, trying to play along with his mood. "They are devoted to god by day but nights are always lonely, and as for all that I know, no saint is coming to warm them up". He let out a big laugh.

"That's right! I bet they are the most perverted among all men!" little Genevieve shouted, attempting to join the fun both (her master and her friend) seemed to share. Lord Raiden turned back at her, still laughing.

"My clever sweet Gene, you just read my mind" She smiled back at him, as a little red dash came up to her cheeks.

They all loved Lord Raiden almost as much as they feared him, but there was something within him that made all the girls want to please him when he was in a good mood… well, all but Diane, who out of all others knew perfectly well the kind of things he was capable of.

"But as pervert as they can be" continued he, solemnly "They are still clients, and the clergy might be a powerful ally for what I have planed in this city"

"Which is?" Genevieve said with perspicacity.

"Do not rush my dear, those aren't matters of your concern." His voice was severe this time, but Genevieve's commentary wasn't enough to take away his good mood.

"I'm sorry my Lord, I was foolish" the girl lowered his head a little, as his tone became softer.

"Don't make that face angel, it's safer for you to ignore some things." he commented before keep talking "Anyway, the ticked returned had no name nor alias to recognize the sender, so we need to be smart here: our little tickets aren't cheap, this implies that a person in a position of power bought it. Who in the church of Notre Dame has such a place, my sweet Diane?" He directed his blue gaze upon her, shining in excitement. Diane however, remained calm, even gloomy before such topics. She wasn't a big fan of preying but that didn't mean she agreed on making fun of the clergy. But despite what she thought about the matter, still had to answer her master's query.

"That would be the Archdeacon, my Lord"

"That's right! Oh Diane, you're so brilliant!" As he said this he dropped himself on the red couch dramatically. The other girls laughed a little. "And that's why you're gonna be the one with the privilege of going there" She opened her eyes as a pair of plates, many expressions crossed her face: disgust, distrust, fear.

"I will not fuck a pervert old man!" She said almost fiercely, as all her companions shut every noise they could be possibly making. Lord Raiden couldn't believe his ears. He stood up, and with slower pace he made his way to her, gaze against gaze. Then, suddenly his hand flew directly to her throat, squeezing it like a piece of cloth as his mouth came closer to her ear.

"You will go where I send you and fuck who I tell you and you are not doing it because you belong to me, or because you owe me all that you have now. You're doing it because if you don't, I will slide a stick in your pussy and pull it out by your mouth. Did you understand?"

This words were spoken harshly, with so much bitterness one could have felt it in the air. Diane didn't answer, keeping her gaze on the floor. Lord Raiden squeezed her throat even harder.

"Did you understand?"

"Y-Yes my Lord" He let go of her as soon as she said it.

"Be careful Diane, you can't do whatever you please just because you're my favorite element"

"I don't think that, please forgive me" She said quickly. To be impaled with a stick would not kill her, as she was able to recover from any would or at least until now that had been the case, due to that to get killed for no instance concerned her. What Diane was truly afraid of was pain. Even when she could heal, she still felt pain.

""I forgive you little dove, but you'll have to make up for me. We'll decide about that compensation when you come back."

Diane nodded and Lord Raiden terminated the meeting.

I hope it's so old he could not even have a boner… she thought bitterly. Little she knew about all the events that her visit to that cathedral would unleash.


A/N

So yeah... this was kind of a transition chapter for the story to properly begin in the next one, I originally planned to make it all in this but it was going to be crazy long! The good thing is: I already have the half of the next chapter done and I hope to be updating on a matter of one week *throws confetti*

I also felt that I need to deepen a little in everything that happens with quasi after the movie and how fucked up he is, sorry about that T.T but I wanted to prioritize what he is feeling on this chapter *cracks up bc her little boy is suffering*

If you have any questions feel free to send them in (or leave them on a review) I don't bite hehe! I'll answer as soon as I can!

have a nice day and I'll see you again in the next chapater!

bye-bye!