Crucify
Warnings: DO NOT READ IF: you are really orthodox(any religon especially christian, but then again you probably wouldn't be reading this stuff if you are anyways sooo yeaah), dislike Christians, Haven't read chapter 97 or don't know about IT , don't like sadistic Shigure ,
Disclaimer: Did you know that published writers arn't allowed to do fanfiction?
Appologies: spelling and I'm sorry if i fucked up the metaphor because this was spur of the moment and I'm not christian so yeah.
Shigure POV
It was a simple question really,
Whats your religon?
ChristainJewishMuslimBuddestHindu and sometimes the rare Wiccan or none at all, anything seemed infinitly better then undecided, having the vaugest idea that something was out there, but too lazy to pick from one of the many theories, and too cowardly to forge a new path and perhaps be hailed as a prophet- to God to Adonoi to Allah to Budda toVishnu or to countless others.
He was lucky, a phone call distracted his editor long enough for him to make a quick getaway, and give is some serious thought.
Serious thought was something Shigure was unaccustomed to giving.
He decided they were all wrong. After all how could such a foreign entity rule over countless followers? And of course, Shigure's absolute proof, he knew God. And God happened not to be a 'he' but a 'she'(even though an unwilling one).
In reality, God was more like a 'Jesus'. A female savior impailed by the stakes of Her sickness to her family, and crowned by the thorns of tradition.
His beautiful God waisting away, hated and ignored by Her own kin, all of them ignorent of the sacrifices She made for them and the burdens forced on Her frail body, each day a struggle to live, just to go through the same agonizing torture the next day.
And She was beautiful.
A fragile, anguished sort of beauty which could only be achived by years of suffering.
And She was worshiped.
Not by ceremonies and pretty words, but by sacrifice. And by blood.
The blood of Her worshipers, willing and unwilling, razor sharp wordsbranded into their minds.
And She was forgiven by some, and by others not forgiven. But it didn't make a diffrence to Her because She is God, and it isn't their place to pass judgement.
But She is alone. Her divine wrath has drove most of them away, exept for a few who are bound to her by guilt, duty and love.
If you could call it love.
For it was his love that had made him slowly steal others away from Her, so She would have only him, and see only he was loyal, only he was worthy of Her love.
To the others he harbored no animosity, exept to him, the tori. Her caged bird that secretly longed for freedom, and loved another eventhough, She stillloved him.
The thought made Shigure's blood boil.
Afterall, Akito was Shigure's God.
Akito was Shigure's everything.
And Akito. . .
Akito was Shigure's.
Wow that creeped me out . . .0.o, SHi-san seems a bit too obsessed here but who really knows whats going on inside that head of his . . .
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