A/N-This is inspired by the Disney movie: The Hunchback of Notre-Dame. I was watching a cover of Hellfire by Jonathan Young (btw check it out it is amazing) and this idea struck me. Lol, I know this will be random and a really weird transition from my normal fluff. But I was like hey this could be cool or really cringe. The boys are aged up in this one Matt's 25 and Slider accordingly is 27. (This will contain darker themes, so like T+. If you aren't down maybe skip this one) (Lastly, I tried to represent the Catholic tradition of faith (not Frollo's crazy version, but like Mary and crosses) accurately but If I misrepresent please let me know and I'll fix it.)I know the ages aren't right to the movie and they can't be that young but eh. My story. Make your own and fix their ages. Lol, that came off to rough, I'm really not that rough. Anyway, hope you guys like it.
The sun is beginning to set behind Notre-Dame, lighting the sky behind it a fiery orange hue. The vermilion blood-like stains mixing in-between the orange. The night sky above seeps the burning horizon's color out slowly. Leaving an ominous and hollow feeling in the cool dusk air. The colors of orange, red, and black. Fire, blood, and emptiness. Control, lust, and Death. Man, the Devil, and God. A sudden wind blows through the open window doors. Ruffling the black robes of a man on his small balcony. Inside the silent observer, is an emotional fire that is consuming him. Soon to devour all of Paris as well, if not quenched soon.
Monseigneur Matthew's hazel eyes pierce through the tall structure of Notre-Dame. The older building lies quietly amongst the bustling streets of Paris, the people though are slowing down as the evening approaches leaving the streets soon barren. Inside that accursed building are two of his greatest mistakes one from yesteryears and the other one that is pushing his very soul to the hell that lays beyond this life.
A man. A man of low stature and ghastly morals. The very definition of enticement and wickedness. A gypsy no less. Monseigneur Matthew whirls away disturbed to his very soul, the filth he had for years tried cleansing and purging from his Paris. Now is twisting him to join in this devilish obscenity.
Slider.
Monseigneur Matthew holds back the bile with his ringed hand that threatens to expel itself on the floor. Disgusted at his impure motives and feelings. The familiar heat rushes through him as he remembers Slider's dance. His red clothes and piercing brown eyes. The golden-brown skin and scruffy chestnut hued hair. The flirtatious smile and smoldering looks. Matthew sinks to his knees still holding his mouth. The cold air pours into the room as the far-off fire in his fireplace lights the room in an eerie glow. He staggers up and flees to his locked chest. Scrambling he unlocks it, he pulls out a golden jewel-encrusted cross. He begins to repeat over and over,
"Hear, Lord, the prayers we offer from contrite hearts. Have pity on us as we acknowledge our sins. Lead us back to the way of holiness. Protect us now and always from the wounds of sin. May we ever keep safe in all its fullness the gift your love once gave us and your mercy now restores. Amen."
Faster and faster. Getting increasingly desperate as time clicks on. He is panicking as nothing is ridding him of these scorching feelings. He switches to another prayer, clutching his cross in a death grip. Kneeling to the lowly ground with a statue of Mary in all her grace watching above.
"Behold me, O my God, at Your feet! I do not deserve mercy, but O my Redeemer, the blood with You have shed for me encourages me and obliges me to hope for it. How often I have offended You, repented, and yet have I again fallen into the same sin. O, my God, I wish to amend, and in order to be faithful to You, I will place all my confidence in You. I will, whenever I am tempted, instantly have recourse to You. Until now, I have trusted in my own promises and resolutions and have neglected to recommend myself to You in my temptations. This has been the cause of my repeated failures. From this day forward, be You, O Lord, my strength, and this shall I be able to do all things, for "I can do all things in Him who strengthens me." Amen."
He lifts his head, looking at great mother of God. He spreads his hands in a submissive gesture, trying to plead for his soul's purity.
"You know I would never succumb to these sins, Blessed Mother. Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man. Of my virtue, I am justly proud. I alone rise above these lowly commoners who fill their baskets of bread and souls of worldly desires. I hunt down the gypsies who spread sex and violence to protect the flock you have given me to watch over. I even watch after the monster of green who lives in the bell tower to repent for my previous crimes against you. So express to me, I plead to you why? Why am I filled with these blasphemous intentions? I oh Mother of God I lust for a, a, a gypsy. Even worse is, is a man. A man is the object of my pursuits, how I suffer from embarrassment! A man of the devil, he tempts me in the worst of ways. The devil he tests me!"
Monseigneur Matthew stands and holds himself in grief. He feels the cold wind beat down on his back. He turns his head to the fire drawing closer for warmth. He feels the tears burning in his eyes begin to fall.
"I want him. I want his everything! The way he moves, the way he breathes, the way he resists my commands. The fire that he is. The very fire that courses through me when I see him and will scald me in Hell. I remember him, his words. The way he snorts as he laughs, the sweat glistening in his hair. Destroy Slider! Destroy Him! Destroy his family, his way of life! Destroy him so I may be spared! I can't be blamed for the Devil's work and this man's sinfully beautiful face! Only you can break the Devil's hold on me and this, this curse of thoughts of sodomy!"
"We can never be! So, he must cease to be! He causes me to fall, it's his fault! Strike him dead!"
He breathes uneasily as the flames and sparks reflection, flicker in his wild eyes. He runs his hands angrily through his hair messing up his reddish curls. He lets out an enraged sob and begins to lose his reason. Picking up objects and smashing them on the wall, disheveling carpets, tearing down tapestries, and yelling curses at anyone he thought had wronged him. Tears stain his face as madness slowly becomes him.
A knock at the door startles him, he turns as a madman would to the sound. A servant walks in head low. "Master Matthew?"
"What?" Monseigneur Matthew covers his reprehensible face but reveals one hazel eye glaring at the lowly man.
"The gypsy man he, he is gone." His voice cracks as the fear is evident in his body language. The unnatural way Monseigneur's head whips to the servant would scare even the bravest.
"What did you say?"
"He's escaped, he's nowhere in the Cathedral. We searched everywhere but—"
"Get out, get out! How could you lose one godforsaken gypsy!"
The servant bows lower and backs out, shutting the door. Monseigneur Matthew pulls out the red scarf Slider had used to tease him with. He glares at it before crushing it in his fist and shaking it in the air,
"There is nowhere to run gypsy! I'll track you down and murder you myself. There is no church to save you now! I'll find you, even if I have to murder every gypsy to do so! I'll cover Paris in the blood of your brethren!"
With the declaration he tosses the scarf into the fire, watching it burst into flame, and a deep pain resonates in his chest. He sinks to the ground in a crumpled heap of tears and rage.
A/N-Wow that was really dark. Lol, my bad guys. I promise the next few will be fluffy. Anyway, hope to hear from you soon. The prayers aren't mine, I got them off of two different sites. Our Catholic Prayers dot commercial and Catholic dot organization. Disney lyrics-"Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man. Of my virtue, I am justly proud."
