Cruciatus Anghel

Prologue: Of the Damned

By: ThisbeCeyx

"Stand straight, boy! Undress!"

A silent rustling of clothing.

Touching. Caressing. Flesh against flesh.

Desire. Feeling of insignificance.

"Exotic! I must have him in my collection!"

Look of excitement. Head bowed down in helplessness.

"How much?"

"I do not mean to be so greedy in these money matters… Fifty pounds!"

A chuckle of amusement.

"That wouldn't be much of a bargain with a Persian whore as lovely as this!"

Clanking of a bag of coins on the marbled floor.

"Take it. Five hundred pounds. Leave."

A bow. Look of malice.

"My gratitude is yours, King Darius."

An audible creaking of oaken doors.

Silence.

Impatience. Irritation. Humiliation. Despair.

"Well, boy! Do what it is that you're sold to do."

Tears. Hate. The little dignity he has left to be taken by this man.

"My Lord…"

Another rustling of clothes.

Lust.

"What is your name, whore?"

Silence.

Impatience. A slap. A thud on the floor.

"Ba-Bagoas, sir…"

A domineering malicious smile.

A powerful and manipulative bastard, that Darius was.

A broken boy.

An angel who's never known love, only use.

A beauty born not to enchant the love of men but to be an object of carnal desire.

Body meant for abuse and sin;

Eyes meant to forever shed wine for he gods;

Lips meant to be bruised and painted red;

Face destined to have patronized Satan's madness, to have shown Achilles the way to sin

and Patroculus to doubt and jealousy.

Such was the tale of the young eunuch, Bagoas…

The crucified.

Longing. Wanting. Need.

Achilles. "What would you do if I die on the eve of battle?"

Denial. Uncertainty. Love.

Patroculus. "I will avenge you."

Brother. Father. Friend. Right-hand advisor.

The only one who had beaten him in a fair fight. Blue Eyes.

Hephaiston. "Would you stay with me tonight?"

Everything he wanted. Everything he needed. He found it all in him.

The only one who brought tears and life to his eyes. Mismatched orbs, they were.

Alexander. "Yes."

A cold night.

Distance. Barriers. Responsibilities. Obligations.

All of these burdened Great Alexander of Macedonia.

Military ties. Short-term loves. Jealousy. Memories.

All of these pained and hurt Beautiful Hephaiston.

Sacrifices for all that is belovedhis Patroculus.

Great had been his pain to be bound by marital expectations. All for the sake of honor.

He had been selfish, unheeding to the one who loved him the most.

Sacrifices for all that is belovedhis Achilles.

Great had been the tears he had shed, waiting for a long, lost love.

He had been patient; never the one to get mad; but always seemed invisible.

There's too much to say but can't seem to find the right words.

They sleep distantly now;

The walls of duty and held back memories run across.

Both were Alexander.

Both had loved the other; the other almost more than his own existence.

Both were angels; two bodies sharing a pair of wings while the other mending; the other was fighting to fly.

Such was this legend, Alexander and Hephaiston…

The crucified.

A/N: I know… Pretty weird writing style... Anyway, I was deciding if I could leave it at this or make it a multi-chapter… Hmmm… hint hint

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