A/N: My buddy wanted this posted on my side since I was planning to make a collection of drabbles.
Inquisitor: The blood in my hands
By the Watchman
Inquisitor, among those who work for Solomon, is one who decides the fate of witches.
A judge who decides whether one should be hunted or not.
I am one,
Not by my will but it is my duty as a servant of God.
A duty which I have learned to hate.
The witches I have judged, even the ones who are guilty.
Are no different to other sinners, desperate and uncertain of their own future.
They are God's sheep, who have lost their way.
Waiting for someone to guide them back to the flock.
But here we are, judging them whether or not they be hunted. A fate which is almost equivalent
To, what I believe a death sentence.
What has given us, mere priest servants of God, the right to judge people's lives?
We belong to a house of faith, not a state.
We exist to guide, not judge.
Or is it just me? A man who is just too soft-hearted?
A man who sees not witches, but just men and women with extraordinary gifts from God.
Maybe it is God who chose me to be in this position so no else will suffer in doing the terrible
tasks of Inquisition.
I pray to the Almighty Father,
As I continue this duty,
As I continue to judge,
As I continue to condemn,
As I continue to be an inquisitor,
As I continue to have blood in my hands,
I pray that what I am doing is right.
A Witch Hunter Robin AU story in the POV of Joshua, a hunter who replaces his old friend robin in Raven's Flat after the 'incident' that had happened there. Sent by Father Giuliano, is he there to save her? Or to destroy her? KarasumaXOC