Re: Memento mori
Summary
Natsuki Subaru the hero of lugunica the slayer of the white whale and great hare
saving water gate city from the attack of the witch cult is arrested over suspicions
of him being the Sin Archbishop bishop of pride.
Chapter 2: The Blue
Pride tried to plead with his dry throat he was thirsty and hungry.
The Only food served in the prison was the bare minimum to keep the prisoners
alive, enough to speak.
"Julius!" Pride spoke in a hoarse voice.
He knew Julius hated him; He always kept this thought alive in the back of his
mind.
They fought and defeated sloth together, oh how well they paired up as
brothers in arms to bring sloth to hells doors.
"Weakness is something to feel shame, not pride"
"To earn the right to stand here, have you worked hard?" Pride recalled his duel
with Julius the day his hatred towards Julius took shape as something far more
wretched.
(Note: Play "What it means to love" by Evan call)
But pride was able to stomach it all, he never gave in to any of the sins, he
kept his loyalty and never had an ounce of lacking in morale.
He was ignored by sloth when Rem rejected his plea to run away with him to
kararagi.
"I've decided, Rem"
"Run away with me."
"As far as we can go." He recalled his proposal to rem
Pride teared up, if only he didn't let that idea of running away slip away.
If only his childish self didn't try to be the HERO.
His failed attempt at playing the hero caused so much trouble for everyone no
wonder they all forgot about him.
"No no no, I will not give in so easily" Pride thought trying to somehow manage his
leaking sanity and urge to just give up all together.
If someone could read his mind, they would realize how desperately pride was
trying to patch up small holes to stop his morale leaking and him sinking on an
ocean of guilt and grief.
Pride was so busy in his inner monologues he didn't notice Felix has already
chained him up like a livestock ready to be butchered, Heck even livestock's
get better grooming before they are butchered.
"Ew, Disgusting" Felix murmured to himself while chaining pride you.
He felt dirty and disgust as he is breathing the same air as a witch worshipper.
He could never get the smell of maisama off his nose that wretched chocking
smell, it's one of the major reasons his suspicions over pride were justified with
partly it being his biased anger and hatred for them.
He couldn't quite grasp the look on his face and chained him up scared he
might have something in plan to escape.
"Nyow, Speak clean up your sins by aiding us in the end moments nya and I will
make sure to end you in a single blow" Felix spoke
"How do we treat Crusch-sama's condition Nya, answer me you scum" Felix
growled as his placed his demands.
Felix's suddenly had memories of the past flood his consciousness.
(Note: Play "Never coming back" by Evan call)
"It's a fine name."
"Your original name feels somewhat odd due to that attire. Ferris has a nice ring to
it. If you like it, I would like to call you that too… What do you think?" Young Crusch
Spoke.
"Yes, then please call me Ferris. I would like My Lady and Your Highness to call me
by that name from now on." Felix, still trying to fit in with his new feminine style
and tone, accepted this change wholeheartedly.
He teared up as soon as the memories made its way to him, but he quickly
snapped himself out of it and looked up straight at pride with a hateful glint in
his eyes.
"I Couldn't save the one person; I want to save the most" Felix mocked himself
His inability as a knight and as a healer put the life of his idol at stake, The
proud duchess who presented herself as the embodiment of strong will, Shining
majestically in her military outfit.
Her Words Spoken like a lion's roar and her Sword could slash trough a person's
soul.
With her Devine blessing of wind reading, she never fell prey to a blasphemous
lie and was always guided to the truth that she herself took pride upon the
most.
That majestic Crusch Karsten was reduced to a wheelchair bound girl due to
those damned authority of Gluttony and lust.
"I do not know" Pride replied breaking any possible hope Felix had harbored in
his heart during this whole interaction.
Pride knew very well he could somewhat avert the worsening condition of
Crusch, He knew he could transfer the reaming dragon blood into his body by
touching the affected area.
But he learned from his mistakes, He learned the hard way.
How to act in self-preservation.
This is not the first, not the second, not the third… time that he
proposed to prove his innocence.
But every time he mentions his ideas to aid in Felix's cause, He was always met
with a fearful yet angry outburst of Felix.
Resulting in his blood to immediately blood to the point it would melt his skin.
No matter how many times he faced it he never will be able to get numb to it.
How dare he desired, showed likeliness, displayed intentions to touch and
tarnish the magnificent idol of his.
How dare he even bring that thought to his mind, let alone say it out loud.
Unlike most torture techniques some where so ingrained into him that he had
developed PTSD and flinched at slight hand movements that Felix made during
their interaction.
This subtle behaviour made Felix more scared assuming that Pride is always
cautious and calculative and any lack in keen observation may result in their
immediate death.
Felix let out a Sigh.
"Well, I nyaver expected this to be this easy to begin with" Felix added.
"They might call me a healer nya, but I am still a knight" Felix explained.
"These gentle palms of mine have been soaked by the blood of many both enemies
and allies and I am excited to add you to that never ending list nya" Felix spoke
while portraying a broken smile that connected both his cheeks.
"Julius, do your think Nya" Felix ordered.
Julius shot his fire spirit towards the chained pride in an attempt to burn Pride
alive, but of course they needed him alive.
Pride wailed in fear and pain as some parts of his skin burned and his clothes
were on fire.
His trademark orange and black track suit, His only relation to his original world
that was left with him was burning.
He cried not cause of the pain was increasing or the heat but the loss of his
favourite track suit that his mother bought him multiple pairs of seeing how it
had become a favourite to her baby boy.
Julius placed his hand on his blade and in a blink of an eye swiftly cut through
Prides clothes leaving cuts and scratches in on his bare skin.
He wasn't bad in his craft, but he was stuck in between the dilemma of
whether to cut him into a million pieces or just humiliate him and then end
him.
His heart was having internal battles with his brain over his next move.
He was the second most affected person due to the witch cult attack in water
gate city.
He lost his memories, and his brother lost both his name and memories to
gluttony bringing him to a comatose state.
He didn't even recognise his lady that he served, but he knew his ideals and
those ideals won't let him face this disrespect and failure to be stuck with him
forever.
The once finest of knights was now lost with faint hints of his muscle memory
acting on his memory's behalf.
How worthless he felt when his lady still took her into her camp even though
his useless self was no longer the Julius Juukulius the royale knights in the rank
spoke of and let alone sadness he wishes him to be stripped of his title right
away.
How disgraceful he could be to not remember the name of his own lady that he
used to serve.
Was his bond towards his lady so weak that a mere disgusting witch worshipper
was able to strip him of all that in a second.
He felt like an imposter in the skin of some of worthy of the praises bestowed
up the name Julius Juukulius.
"But this will all end here and now" Julius thought to himself
He will patch himself even if it meant taking on an archbishop by himself, He swore
to his lady.