Thus is God's Will
Rated: R
Warnings: Rape, abuse, death (and lots of it), torture, cult activity, yaoi and other things. Story is not for the close-minded.
Notes: A/U fiction. Takes place in a non-existent town before the dawn of technology, though has no appropriate time line. Story will have Bakura/Ryou (and possibly a little Seto/Jou). All couples are more for my own, and hopefully the reader's enjoyment, then actually playing a part in the plot.
Prologue: Even Angels Fall
There are few that are born with a gift, the gift of the mind. It comes in three different forms, the powers of telepathy, telekinesis, and of channeling through touch. Very few are granted with these powers, and even less are granted the ability to transfer them to others. Still, those few do exist. The ones that are gifted with this usually come to be very successful in life by using their talents to help others. Most people are thankful for the help, but there are few who believe the very existence of the gifted is a sin.
Some just ignore their presence while others glare and sneer. There are even some that go out of their way to just keep out of their paths, hoping that they will never have to come in contact with the. Then there are the very few who believe that the gifted should die. They believe that such foul creatures should not be able to walk the earth.
These people call themselves "God's Will". They carry out what they claim to be the wishes of their beloved, God, and kill the gifted, and anyone who cares for them, in the most torturous of ways. The people the gifted love, or are loved by, have it easy compared to the gifted themselves. They are sometimes granted a quick death if they lived a pure lives. Others are stabbed so that they slowly bleed to death.
The gifted though, are not so lucky. First they are raped, both emotionally and physically, depriving them of whatever dignity or pride they had. Then, they are tied to a cross by thin wire known as 'woman's hair'. The wire is tied tight enough to pierce skin, letting small drops of blood pour out of their body. When they finally reach the near point of death, they are put in the towns of public places as a message from God. Most, if lucky, die within minutes of being set there.
Ryou, one that was gifted with the power to read minds, walked along the candlelit streets of the wonderful town of Christiania. He face was flustered and red, and his hands where angrily shoved into his pockets. He had just gotten into his fight with his lover, well ex-lover now, Bakura and was in a terribly bad mood.
To him, it seemed like they where always fighting. Bakura always called him weak for using his powers to capture people like thieves and murders; sometimes he even caught rapists or kidnappers. He told him why should he use his gift to help people when he could be using them to rob him? Ironically enough, Bakura was a thief; so he didn't quite understand why exactly Ryou wanted to help people, not hurt them.
He trudged, if possible, even slower now. "Baka Bakura," he whispered holding back the urge to cry. A lump was beginning to form in his throat, causing it to throb in pain. His chocolate brown eyes, even though blood shot and on the verge of tears, still shone with all the innocence in the world.
The thing he hated in the most in the world was fighting with Bakura. Of course, it was just his luck to fall in love with a cold, selfish, good-stealing bastard. He was exactly the type of person he vowed to protect the town from. That was how they met.
He could recall that night without even really having to try. Bakura had been trying to rob a jewelry store, when Ryou had finally caught him. He had been working on this case for a couple days, and unlike others, he was having troubles. Bakura, too, had a gift. His gift was that of telekinesis.
Unluckily for the robber, he could also be pretty careless when he thought he was home free. He had carelessly walked along, what he thought was an empty street by the lake, when Ryou spoke to him in his mind. The sudden outburst caused Bakura to loose his footing and tumble into the lake. It was then that Ryou had revealed himself to him.
The image of Bakura after he fell in the lake was still fresh in his mind. It had been the first time in so long that he had actually been able to laugh. Then the look on the robber's face was even more priceless. He had tried to look insulted, but he couldn't help but smile also, and moments had started laughing with the boy. Ryou couldn't bring himself to arrest him, so he told him to run off to another town.
Like Bakura would actually listen. His exact words where, "Why should I leave town when I could stay here with a pretty thing like you." It had been four months since that day, and Bakura had stayed with him just like he said.
'Maybe I should go back and talk to him,' Ryou thought to himself, shaking his head a bit. He was now crying softly, making no sound but the streams of tears rolled down his face. He was one of those few people that could manage to cry without getting red and splotching. Actually, minus the slightly blood shot eyes, Ryou look very beautiful when he cried.
Right when he was about to go back, he was stopped by a shadowy figure. The person had a hat on and his head bent down so he was unable to see his face. He was also, wearing the outfit of a priest. "You shouldn't be out by yourself so late at night, oh pretty one," a cold voice whispered to him, practically spitting the words at the silver haired boy. "You are the one they call Ryou Bakura, are you not?"
"W-what is it that you want from me?" Ryou asked biting down on his lower lip afterwards, hard enough to draw blood. He knew very well what the man wanted.
"I'm just here to serve God's will," the man titled his head upwards to finally let the boy see his face, reveling shaggy black bands, and blood red eyes. It didn't matter if the boy saw; he'd be dying soon anyways.
A sudden jolt of pain shot through Ryou's body, mostly on the top of his head. It didn't take a genius to know that he had been smack with what was probably the underside of a crucifix. Everything went black as his body fell forward hitting the pavement with a loud 'thump'.
It seemed like forever before he had finally awoken. When he did, Ryou really wish he hadn't. He found himself bound by the legs, arms, chest and throat to a large metal cross. Not to mention completely void of any form of clothing. There was a pain at his entrance; he could feel the blood trickling down his leg. He had been raped while he was unconscious.
Now, like so many before him, he was set out as a display at the center of the town. A note was at the foot of the cross, though no one dared to read it. He could feel his breath and heart beat dying down, because of this, he let his eyes close. He wasn't stupid enough to believe he could actually make it through this. No one had ever been caught by "God's Will" and lived. With the last of his energy, he searched the minds until he found the one he loved.
'Bakura,' he whispered into the other's mind. 'I'm sorry. I should've been stronger.'
'Ryou?' a voice called back inside his own mind. The sweet sound made him smile, 'What the hell are you talking about?'
'God's Will, they got me. Forgive me.' A solitary tear streamed down his cheek. He had been trying his hardest not to cry. He had always promised himself that if they did ever catch him, he would die without crying. How very wrong he was. 'I love you,' was the last thing he said before he fell unconscious again; his body limp on the blood soaked metal cross.
Bakura ran as fast as he could from his house to the center of the town. He looked up at the broken form of what seemed to be his dead lover. "Ryou…" he whispered walking up to his form. It took all of his strength not to break down right there, or vomit. He felt sick.
Dark chocolate eyes then trailed down to the small envelope Ryou's blood was now dripping upon. He grasped the parchment in his hands, and ripped it open furiously. It read:
Ryou Bakura has been convicted of the crime of using unnatural and holy powers in order to act as a god himself. In the name of the true lord God, this boy has been killed. May his soul rot in hell for all eternity.
God's will has been served.
Amen.
End notes: Yeah, that's the prologue. It's actually a lot longer then what I thought it was going to be. I originally wasn't going to write this, but my wife told me I should. Please tell me what you think, and tell me if you think I should continue this.
Rated: R
Warnings: Rape, abuse, death (and lots of it), torture, cult activity, yaoi and other things. Story is not for the close-minded.
Notes: A/U fiction. Takes place in a non-existent town before the dawn of technology, though has no appropriate time line. Story will have Bakura/Ryou (and possibly a little Seto/Jou). All couples are more for my own, and hopefully the reader's enjoyment, then actually playing a part in the plot.
Prologue: Even Angels Fall
There are few that are born with a gift, the gift of the mind. It comes in three different forms, the powers of telepathy, telekinesis, and of channeling through touch. Very few are granted with these powers, and even less are granted the ability to transfer them to others. Still, those few do exist. The ones that are gifted with this usually come to be very successful in life by using their talents to help others. Most people are thankful for the help, but there are few who believe the very existence of the gifted is a sin.
Some just ignore their presence while others glare and sneer. There are even some that go out of their way to just keep out of their paths, hoping that they will never have to come in contact with the. Then there are the very few who believe that the gifted should die. They believe that such foul creatures should not be able to walk the earth.
These people call themselves "God's Will". They carry out what they claim to be the wishes of their beloved, God, and kill the gifted, and anyone who cares for them, in the most torturous of ways. The people the gifted love, or are loved by, have it easy compared to the gifted themselves. They are sometimes granted a quick death if they lived a pure lives. Others are stabbed so that they slowly bleed to death.
The gifted though, are not so lucky. First they are raped, both emotionally and physically, depriving them of whatever dignity or pride they had. Then, they are tied to a cross by thin wire known as 'woman's hair'. The wire is tied tight enough to pierce skin, letting small drops of blood pour out of their body. When they finally reach the near point of death, they are put in the towns of public places as a message from God. Most, if lucky, die within minutes of being set there.
Ryou, one that was gifted with the power to read minds, walked along the candlelit streets of the wonderful town of Christiania. He face was flustered and red, and his hands where angrily shoved into his pockets. He had just gotten into his fight with his lover, well ex-lover now, Bakura and was in a terribly bad mood.
To him, it seemed like they where always fighting. Bakura always called him weak for using his powers to capture people like thieves and murders; sometimes he even caught rapists or kidnappers. He told him why should he use his gift to help people when he could be using them to rob him? Ironically enough, Bakura was a thief; so he didn't quite understand why exactly Ryou wanted to help people, not hurt them.
He trudged, if possible, even slower now. "Baka Bakura," he whispered holding back the urge to cry. A lump was beginning to form in his throat, causing it to throb in pain. His chocolate brown eyes, even though blood shot and on the verge of tears, still shone with all the innocence in the world.
The thing he hated in the most in the world was fighting with Bakura. Of course, it was just his luck to fall in love with a cold, selfish, good-stealing bastard. He was exactly the type of person he vowed to protect the town from. That was how they met.
He could recall that night without even really having to try. Bakura had been trying to rob a jewelry store, when Ryou had finally caught him. He had been working on this case for a couple days, and unlike others, he was having troubles. Bakura, too, had a gift. His gift was that of telekinesis.
Unluckily for the robber, he could also be pretty careless when he thought he was home free. He had carelessly walked along, what he thought was an empty street by the lake, when Ryou spoke to him in his mind. The sudden outburst caused Bakura to loose his footing and tumble into the lake. It was then that Ryou had revealed himself to him.
The image of Bakura after he fell in the lake was still fresh in his mind. It had been the first time in so long that he had actually been able to laugh. Then the look on the robber's face was even more priceless. He had tried to look insulted, but he couldn't help but smile also, and moments had started laughing with the boy. Ryou couldn't bring himself to arrest him, so he told him to run off to another town.
Like Bakura would actually listen. His exact words where, "Why should I leave town when I could stay here with a pretty thing like you." It had been four months since that day, and Bakura had stayed with him just like he said.
'Maybe I should go back and talk to him,' Ryou thought to himself, shaking his head a bit. He was now crying softly, making no sound but the streams of tears rolled down his face. He was one of those few people that could manage to cry without getting red and splotching. Actually, minus the slightly blood shot eyes, Ryou look very beautiful when he cried.
Right when he was about to go back, he was stopped by a shadowy figure. The person had a hat on and his head bent down so he was unable to see his face. He was also, wearing the outfit of a priest. "You shouldn't be out by yourself so late at night, oh pretty one," a cold voice whispered to him, practically spitting the words at the silver haired boy. "You are the one they call Ryou Bakura, are you not?"
"W-what is it that you want from me?" Ryou asked biting down on his lower lip afterwards, hard enough to draw blood. He knew very well what the man wanted.
"I'm just here to serve God's will," the man titled his head upwards to finally let the boy see his face, reveling shaggy black bands, and blood red eyes. It didn't matter if the boy saw; he'd be dying soon anyways.
A sudden jolt of pain shot through Ryou's body, mostly on the top of his head. It didn't take a genius to know that he had been smack with what was probably the underside of a crucifix. Everything went black as his body fell forward hitting the pavement with a loud 'thump'.
It seemed like forever before he had finally awoken. When he did, Ryou really wish he hadn't. He found himself bound by the legs, arms, chest and throat to a large metal cross. Not to mention completely void of any form of clothing. There was a pain at his entrance; he could feel the blood trickling down his leg. He had been raped while he was unconscious.
Now, like so many before him, he was set out as a display at the center of the town. A note was at the foot of the cross, though no one dared to read it. He could feel his breath and heart beat dying down, because of this, he let his eyes close. He wasn't stupid enough to believe he could actually make it through this. No one had ever been caught by "God's Will" and lived. With the last of his energy, he searched the minds until he found the one he loved.
'Bakura,' he whispered into the other's mind. 'I'm sorry. I should've been stronger.'
'Ryou?' a voice called back inside his own mind. The sweet sound made him smile, 'What the hell are you talking about?'
'God's Will, they got me. Forgive me.' A solitary tear streamed down his cheek. He had been trying his hardest not to cry. He had always promised himself that if they did ever catch him, he would die without crying. How very wrong he was. 'I love you,' was the last thing he said before he fell unconscious again; his body limp on the blood soaked metal cross.
Bakura ran as fast as he could from his house to the center of the town. He looked up at the broken form of what seemed to be his dead lover. "Ryou…" he whispered walking up to his form. It took all of his strength not to break down right there, or vomit. He felt sick.
Dark chocolate eyes then trailed down to the small envelope Ryou's blood was now dripping upon. He grasped the parchment in his hands, and ripped it open furiously. It read:
Ryou Bakura has been convicted of the crime of using unnatural and holy powers in order to act as a god himself. In the name of the true lord God, this boy has been killed. May his soul rot in hell for all eternity.
God's will has been served.
Amen.
End notes: Yeah, that's the prologue. It's actually a lot longer then what I thought it was going to be. I originally wasn't going to write this, but my wife told me I should. Please tell me what you think, and tell me if you think I should continue this.