Author Notes: I did this chapter as a somewhat filler/relevant chapter to show how big this metaphysical threat is going to be. Plus, I always wanted a scenario where Frollo made the deal with the metaphorical devil, Hades.
Chapter 2: Hellfire
Meanwhile in France...
Within the cathedral, Notre Dame, the current Archdeacon, and his priests were walking slowly as they sang their religious rites-
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty)
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Beato Johanni baptistae (To the blessed John the Baptist)
Sanctis apostolis Petro et Paulo, omnibus Sanctis (To the holy apostles, Peter and Paul, to all the saints).
The Archdeacon then felt an ominous presence.
"Oh Lord. Please bring salvation to the common people that need you most, even if it means condemning your followers in doing so.," he said in prayer.
Palace of Justice
A tall building resembling a medieval palace overlooking the houses of Paris, an aging man with a wrinkled, care-worn face, small eyes, and thinning white hair. He wore a black and purple robe, a purple jumpsuit, a purple and black striped tricorn hat with a red tassel attached to the bottom, and black shoulder pads with red stripes. The inside of his shoulder pads is purple. He also wears rings on his fingers, two on the right and one on the left, with jewels colored blue, red, and green. He had placed his hat by his desk as he looked at the city as the fireplace burned behind him.
He then sang-
Beata Maria, (Blessed Mary)
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue, I am justly proud
"I really doubt it.," said a demonic voice from the flames.
(Et tibi Pater (And to you, Father)
Frollo was incensed by the statement so he sang again-
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd.
"Oh boy, you actually believe it.," said the voice again.
(Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned).
He then turned to the flames as he blurted out-
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
(Cogitatione (In thought)
(Verbo et opere (In word and deed))
(Verbo et opere (In word and deed)
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin
The brief flaming image of the woman transformed into a pair of imps. One was a short, wide purple-red imp with little horns, a bitten purple-membrane batwing on the left side, a large mouth filled with sharp teeth, spindly-thin four-fingered arms, stocky two-toed feet, maroon-colored hair that was styled into two horns, with his real, black horns sprouting out just behind, and his pointed tail is the same color as his hair. His nose is very small and a darker shade of pink than the rest of his skin. His yellow eyes are set very near together, with a thin, black uni-brow, and his upper eyelids have a darker shade of purple. The other was a green-blue, thin imp with long horns, very even and straight teeth, long-spindly arms with four-fingers, thin legs with two-toed feet with navy toenails, tiny teal-blue tiny wings, a teal-blue pointed tail, enormous and pointed, with prominent nostrils, sharply contrasting with the purple one. His yellow eyes are much larger and set even closer together, and his lower eyelids have a darker shade of blue.
The man backed away as they came out of the flames.
"It's not my fault. I'm not to blame. It was the gypsy girl who called here to test my faith. It's not my fault for it's God's plan. He made the devil so much stronger than a man!" the man said before the flame turned blue as a man emerged from the fireplace. A blue-gray humanoid with yellow eyes sunken into their sockets, sharp teeth flaming blue hair, wearing a black robe and a smoky base.
"More like the Fates do that. Name's Hades, Lord of the Dead. Hi, how ya doin'? France's really different from Greece. Really...advanced... You're a...Claude Frollo. Can I call you Claudy? Claud? Frollo! Let's go with that. " said the being with a handshake.
The man in the judge's robes recognized the voice from earlier.
(Mea culpa (My fault)
"Ah, Satan! I am not yours!" the man yelled out.
"Hey there! I'm not that guy! He's under another copyright name due to the censors. Hey there. I'm gonna break ya a deal in exchange for maybe something not too big. Nothing major. Just all of the souls of Paris to break loose some ancient Titans to bypass some celestial deadlines.," Hades said as he circled around Frollo.
However, Frollo bent down in prayer.
"Protect me!... You do not protect me, Maria? Then I curse you, Maria. And your saints, so cold and cruel. Who let this siren who cast the spell to have the fire, to have it sear and consume my flesh and bone. And called forth the devil to claim my soul. I curse Esmeralda to have her taste the fires of Hell. Or else the one with that name means a fiery jewel, a jewel and one that I must own! Mine and mine alone!" the man declared to himself as Hades looked on as transparent red-cloaked figures suddenly manifested.
"I think he's having an episode.," said the purple-red imp as Frollo continued to rant aloud.
"Maybe it is real.," the green-blue imp mentioned as Hades grew impatient.
Hades proceeded to grab Frollo's collar, his blue hair turned yellow-red as his grey skin turned red as he looked with fury.
"Listen you little-," he demanded before calming down, returning to his usual color as the red-cloaks vanished, and threw Frollo on the floor.
"Real in denial kinda guy. Frollo. Seems that you have a bit of a bigoted passion of the heart for this Romani. C'mon, what's left to lose? They're not as important as you so don't worry about them. Hey, gonna break a deal with ya. You get emerald eyes if you help me offer up France for my little scheme? Let's shake it on.," Hades said as he offered his hand again.
(Mea maxima culpa (My greatest fault)
Frollo widened his eyes in horror as he darted around, considering the options between common decency and his own desires. His features darkened as he turned around.
"Hellfire. Dark fire. Now, gypsy, it's your turn. A choice between duty and desire... I'll have what is mine so they all burn!," Frollo shouted as he turned to Hades and shook his hand. A vibrant display of blue light came from the handshake as audible screams of countless voices were heard then snuffed out.
Suddenly, the ground shook, causing Frollo to turn to the window. He saw five arms burst from the middle of the town square- each gigantic- one of each element- stone, ice, windy torrent, lava, and a regular flesh arm.
(Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
"God, please have mercy on them.," Frollo muttered to himself.
"Isn't this just peachy?," Hades asked.
(Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
"God, have mercy on me.," Frollo whispered to himself.
(Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
"He'll never find out won't he?" said the purple-red imp.
"Sounds good definitely.," said the teal-blue imp.
"But, she will be mine. So they will...BURRRNNN!," Frollo declared as the figures of a two-headed behemoth made completely out of rock, skeletal colossus made completely out of ice, a blob-like entity made completely out of lava, a towering tornado with torrent arms, red eyes/mouth, and a fat, pink Cyclops begin to rampage through Paris as dimensional rifts appear in the sky.
Next Chapter: Oasis
