Yes, the psycho saga continues, you luck people. We warm you that with Dilandau actually talking that the PG-13 warning stands for language (that little potty mouth).
Disclaimer: We do not own Escaflowne or the "Hunchback of Notre Dame." Escaflowne was created by Hajime Yadate and Shoji Kawamori, with of course Sunrise. The original story "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" was written by Sir Victor Hugo, and the movie, in all its wonderful entirety, is all Disney baby.
~Characters~
Quasimodo = Dilandau Albatou
Victor = Migel
Hugo = Chesta
Laverne = a rock with a happy face on it
Claude Frollo = Van Fanel
Esmeralda = Hitomi Kanzaki
Jolly the Goat = Merle
Phoebus = Allen
Clopin = Folken Fanel
Puppet = Chid zar Fried
The Pyro of Notre Dame Ch.2 --- Forbidden FestivalAll the bells in the tower rang proudly to bring in another day. Each shone brilliantly reflecting the owners pride and lack of care towards them. Music poured forth in a harmony of sound, with a cackle faintly sounding with the rhythm of the ringers joy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
THUD
THUD
THUD
BANCK!!
The fall had not been a pleasant one, and there were just so many beams and bells to fall upon…
"Ow! What the fuck was that!? I'll burn you all later!" Dilandau screeched, shaking his fist above his head. He sighed and hobbled, due to the height of his fall, out towards the balcony to greet the new day.
Once outside he found his stone Dragon Slayers perched in wait for their master. A little bird chirped welcome to Dilandau, its parents having made its nest in Chesta's hair.
"Hello you little fuck. Are you ready to fly today?"
The bird's eyes grew misty and chirped a heartfelt no. It looked longingly towards the other birds that flew by with rapid speed, them being smart enough to stay away from the tower. Sighing, Dilandau picked up the bird that chirped happily from the attention.
"What do you mean 'NO'? FLY DAMN YOU!"
With that he cast the bird over the balcony. The bird shrieked as it plummeted towards the sky. It didn't get far, however, as it was suddenly engulfed in flames from Dilandau's toy flamethrower.
"See you in hell." Dilandau said, turning and waving his uncaring hand.
"Excellent shot, Dilandau-sama." Migel gushed, awakening from his stone slumber.
"Shut up!"
SMACK!
"Dilandau-sama, what is happening down there?" Chesta asked smiling while pulling feathers out of his hair.
"Carnage, Apocalypse?!" yelled Dilandau in delight as he ran to the balcony to lean over and look.
"No, it appears to be the annual festival you despise so much," commented Migel, looking over the ledge himself.
"Damn, you got me all excited for nothing," Dilandau growled smacking his Dragon Slayers once more.
"Don't you want to go? I mean, leave this place for the first time in your life?" asked Chesta, putting his hand upon Dilandau's shoulder.
"You incompetent idiot, fuck off," Dilandau snarled, striking Chesta with his fists.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Dilandau walked inside towards his table with the model he spent his captivity building. Groaning, he slumped down and smacked his head against the table. On the table lay a rock with a happy face on it, smiling down upon its master with un-judging eyes.
Dilandau looked up suddenly, "What's that rocky? I should murder them all? The Dragon Slayers are turning on me? Your right!" he cried standing, "I'll BURN THEM ALL!!!"
He turned and started stalking towards the balcony where his Dragon Slayers stood unsuspectingly. From the shadows a pair of eyes appeared, as if by magic.
"Good morning Dilandau."
"AH! RAPIST!" screamed Dilandau, clutching his chest and falling down. He looked up and growled at the sight of his master, "Oh, its only you, Van."
"Whom are you talking to?" questioned Judge Van, his eyebrows rose in question with slight fear written across his features.
"My rock, my one salvation. IT will help me bring absolute destruction to this city, however firstly YOU!"
"Right…" Judge Van, having not aged a day in the past fifteen years (still devilishly handsome, as always), said pulling out a basket from behind him, "… lunch…"
"Oooh!" Dilandau squealed rubbing his hands together and running to his table to set up the dishes for himself.
"What about my dishes?" asked Judge Van, sitting down across the table from Dilandau.
"I'm letting you live, that is enough," Dilandau said stuffing a load of bread into his mouth. His eyes narrowing, he grumbled to himself that Judge Van only fed him once a day.
"Sure. Shall we review your alphabet?"
"No, don't want to."
"Too bad, 'A'," sighed Van grabbing the vocabulary list from Sesame Street.
"Apocalypse."
"'B'."
"BURN."
"'C'.."
"Carrion."
Van growing slightly scared continued, "'D'."
"DEATH!!"
"… 'E'…" Judge Van said slowly against his better judgment.
"Eradication."
"Good, a big word. 'F'."
"FIRE!!!!!!!!" Dilandau screamed pounding his fists against the table while jumping up and down.
"YOU WANT TO GO TO THE FESTIVAL, DON'T YOU!?!" Van cried accusingly.
"Huh?"
"I forbid you to go!"
"Well, then now I want to," Dilandau replied simply, grabbing his sword from his belt and licking it.
"Oh Dilandau, you don't know what the world is like out there, I do," said Van, and thus breaking out into another song.
"The World is cruel…""Really!?"
"The world is wicked…."
"Why didn't you say that earlier, I would have wanted to go out sooner!"
"It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city, I am your only friend…""LIKE HELL!"
"You are deformed…"
"I am devilishly charming!"
"And you are ugly…""And YOU are ugly!" Dilandau screamed, his eyes growing into slits.
"No one can understand you, you fucking freak!""Say that one more time I will rip off your wings, ryuu-jin."
"You do not comprehend…""What?"
"JUST STAY IN THE PLACE!" finished Judge Van, flames leaping from his eyes and setting the surrounding ablaze.
"Cool! Teach me how to do that!" Dilandau said, praising Van's newfound ability.
"Remember Dilandau, this is the only place you can call 'Sanctuary', any other place I WILL KILL YOU!" finished Judge Van, turning and leaving.
"Burn in hell Van!" cried Dilandau, flipping Judge Van off as he walked out of the room.
"Yeah yeah, fuck you too Dilandau," sighed Judge Van leaving the room.
"My Sanctuary? Why the hell would I need that?" pondered our little demon boy. He sighed, and then uncharacteristically burst into song…
Enslaved within these windows and parapets of steel,
Fire-balling people down below me.
All my life I sit here, happy to be alone,
Hungry for the coming Apocalypse!
All my life I plot their demise,
Killing them, and they will never know me!
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them,
But BURNING THEM…!With that Dilandau suddenly clambered up the bells like a lizard, leaping with the agility of a psychotic demon.
Out there among the carrion, the carcasses and BLOOD
Through the smoke and blazes I can see them
Ev'ry day they stupidly ignore the threat to their lives
Heedless of the power of flames!
Leaping from the roof, he began to surf down the waterway, causing water to spew over the sides.
If I was, burning their skin,
I'd treasure Every inst-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!However, going at high speeds down the waterway, he was thrown off the roof and flew over the city, disappearing into the streets below.
Elsewhere, a new threat had emerged in the city.
Strutting about stupid fashion, the dumb-shit…
"Hey! You biased bastards! Can't I get a little credit here!?"
No, shut your mouth Allen! The Knight of Asturia strolled through the city, licking his lips at the thought of new prey. Turning the corner he spotted a man playing music while a lady shouted out predictions of doom to those passing, while a little cat girl stole peoples wallets while they were distracted.
Smiling, Allen reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold piece, dropping it in front of Hitomi, our beautiful psychic.
"Thank you sir, I predict much blood and death in your future," smiled Hitomi, clapping her hands together with an expression of delight etching across her features.
"Uh, thanks for the bright news," pondered Allen, slowly backing away from the psychic.
"LOOK! Psychics! Get them!"
Allen turned around to find Zongi and Jajuka (as their new role as guards) running towards them. Turning around, Allen found that they had vanished, swiping his wallet in the process.
"HEY!"
"Excuse me, you must be the captain," interjected Zongi in its happy-to-be-male role.
"How did you know!?" yelped Allen, his eyes growing as big as saucers.
Jajuka unrolled a parchment and read, "Tall, blond, girlie-looking." He folded the parchment and looked Allen over. "You match."
"Curse that Van Fanel!" Allen hissed under his breath, following the guards.
The shine of gold caught his eye, and he stooped to pick up a few gold coins, somehow unnoticed by anyone else. Walking along, he dropped the coins into the hat of an old beggar man, offering a single rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold.
But that's a different story all together.
Once the guards were gone, the cloak was pulled back to reveal Hitomi and Merle. Merle smoked a pipe, and found it strangely soothing.
PUFF PUFF
In the distance, lightning cracked as they made their way towards the domain of the dreaded Judge Van de Fanel!!!!
Dun Dun Dun!!!!
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