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towerofanimus2012-12-11 10:31 am
labarbebleue) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-11 10:31 am
Caster's Dilemma
Characters: Bluebeard, Jeanne d'Arc, Roommates
Setting: Room 2-18
Format: Any!
Summary: Caster appears and he's none too happy.
Warnings: Caster being Caster.
Setting: Room 2-18
Format: Any!
Summary: Caster appears and he's none too happy.
Warnings: Caster being Caster.
"Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy." (Matthew 5:7)
Those are some of the words that Gilles de Rais had once kept close to his heart. It was, after all, nothing short of mercy given to the French when "she" had appeared. On that fateful day, Gilles questioned the word in all its meaning when "she" was denied the same. Cruelty defined the shape of the world. Should it truly be the case, then Gilles would not question it. He was prepared to drown the world in his own brand of cruelty. Not only that, though, but he would make art out of it. Wicked God, you who expouse lovingkindness, must be shown in full form evils unimaginable, the likes of which not even He could have conceived in Creation. This became the mission of Gilles de Rais who fell far from grace and could not even be bothered to look back. The man basked in the dark fog that clouded his mind.
For a brief moment, there was a respite. The fog was lifted by a light shining far brighter than any other. He witnessed it again, even in the depths of his corruption. "She" had appeared once more in his visions. Though short, his time outside the fog made him question exactly what it is that he had been doing. For just a second, Gilles de Rais wished for salvation that had long eluded him. The light has dissipated and the fog has returned. Gilles, though, could never forget what it is that he saw.
Now, though? Once back in this darkness, it only frightens and confuses him. Draped with the white cloth the tower had provided him, the man, akin to a mad beast desperate to escape its cage once again, claws at the walls of his dormitory and bangs at it with his body and forehead.
"Tell me, just what is it that I have been doing!? Why... why have I been made to return!? After my greatest spectacle has torn down by that unmistakable light, I..." Gilles stammered, as his entire form slumped down onto the floor. He placed his forehead against the cold tiles and kept his eyes fixed close on his own shadows. "I, who sinned greater than any other individual human... I, who should have been cast into damnation... I, who have blindly pursued La Pucelle in the deepest darkness... have returned. To do what... To continue in my decadent ways? Do you... approve of this, God? Then why was I shown that light again!? Why!? Why!?"
The tall, dirty beast of a man howls and continues in his tantrums, waiting for an answer that he will never receive. Heaven help all should this answer decide to continue his ways.
Those are some of the words that Gilles de Rais had once kept close to his heart. It was, after all, nothing short of mercy given to the French when "she" had appeared. On that fateful day, Gilles questioned the word in all its meaning when "she" was denied the same. Cruelty defined the shape of the world. Should it truly be the case, then Gilles would not question it. He was prepared to drown the world in his own brand of cruelty. Not only that, though, but he would make art out of it. Wicked God, you who expouse lovingkindness, must be shown in full form evils unimaginable, the likes of which not even He could have conceived in Creation. This became the mission of Gilles de Rais who fell far from grace and could not even be bothered to look back. The man basked in the dark fog that clouded his mind.
For a brief moment, there was a respite. The fog was lifted by a light shining far brighter than any other. He witnessed it again, even in the depths of his corruption. "She" had appeared once more in his visions. Though short, his time outside the fog made him question exactly what it is that he had been doing. For just a second, Gilles de Rais wished for salvation that had long eluded him. The light has dissipated and the fog has returned. Gilles, though, could never forget what it is that he saw.
Now, though? Once back in this darkness, it only frightens and confuses him. Draped with the white cloth the tower had provided him, the man, akin to a mad beast desperate to escape its cage once again, claws at the walls of his dormitory and bangs at it with his body and forehead.
"Tell me, just what is it that I have been doing!? Why... why have I been made to return!? After my greatest spectacle has torn down by that unmistakable light, I..." Gilles stammered, as his entire form slumped down onto the floor. He placed his forehead against the cold tiles and kept his eyes fixed close on his own shadows. "I, who sinned greater than any other individual human... I, who should have been cast into damnation... I, who have blindly pursued La Pucelle in the deepest darkness... have returned. To do what... To continue in my decadent ways? Do you... approve of this, God? Then why was I shown that light again!? Why!? Why!?"
The tall, dirty beast of a man howls and continues in his tantrums, waiting for an answer that he will never receive. Heaven help all should this answer decide to continue his ways.
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"I... What I have to..." he repeats, thinking hard on the question. "I..." Why did he do what he did? Something had just briefly sparked in the mind of the madman. He tries his darnest to recall what it was. "Of course, I... why, Jeanne, why are you more focused on my sins? You speak as if I am a man who has been judged. The only person to receive God's cruel judgment was none other than you, Jeanne... you, whose heart shined through the depths to reach me.
What do you have to say about the God that betrayed you? That sentenced you for following His command?"
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"I was not betrayed by Him or His word," While most people would have yelled, Jeanne's voice is still calm, though wickedly sharp now. "How dare you insinuate that He would be so cruel to one that He has guided."
She inwardly flinches a little at the feel of her nails cutting into her palms; she wasn't aware her fists were clenched just that tightly.
"Do not dodge my request, Gilles. Answer me."