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helpyoufly2010-11-07 10:21 pm
vangirl) wrote in helpyoufly2010-11-07 10:21 pm
Ritual (Abyss; Van Grants)
Title: Ritual
Word Count: 380
Character: Van Grants
Warnings: Execution fic, no gore
Note: ...I wanted to try and write an example of what an execution kink fic could be and found it much harder than expected. Either you 'get' it or you don't I guess.
"Yulia is kind. Yulia is merciful. Yulia is just."
These are the words Van says as they bring the convicted forward. He says them each time and says them half sincerely.
To die now is a kind mercy, when Yulia has fated the rest of the world to suffering.
The condemned are never aware of that mercy, however. The man looks at him with silent pleading eyes, as though he could offer a kindness greater than this. It's a look Van's seen many times before. It gives him no pause now.
The scorer at his left offers the reading. The condemned has been found guilty of murder, so says the Score. He has been sentenced to death by beheading, so says the Score.
"So says the Score," Van repeats with the scorer. He betrays nothing.
The guard at his right offers him the sword. Van grips the hilt and takes it. It's lighter than his own blade and recently sharpened. It's not a blade for battle, but for one very specific purpose.
The man remains silent. An admission of guilt or a resignation to fate, it doesn't matter. It's too late for that.
Van kneels beside him, holding the sword low to the ground yet keeping his grip tight. Shackles alone never stopped desperate men. "I'll hear your last words now," he says, voice low enough to play his part as a final confidant yet just loud enough for everyone else to hear.
The man meets his eyes and Van can see the tears begin to streak down his face. "I'm innocent."
The honest ones are always the most difficult. Van nods slightly. He's required to continue to listen silently, but he whispers back, "Do you have a final wish?"
The man's eyes widen. "Sir, my family-"
"The Order will care for them." Van smiles. The lie seems to be enough as the man relaxes and Van takes his stand.
He gestures for the guard to come forward. The guard knows his role and begins to fit the black mask over the man's head. Van waits until he steps away before he begins.
"Yulia is kind." Everyone but the condemned recites with him this time. "Yulia is merciful." He raises the blade. "Yulia is just." And swings it down.
Word Count: 380
Character: Van Grants
Warnings: Execution fic, no gore
Note: ...I wanted to try and write an example of what an execution kink fic could be and found it much harder than expected. Either you 'get' it or you don't I guess.
"Yulia is kind. Yulia is merciful. Yulia is just."
These are the words Van says as they bring the convicted forward. He says them each time and says them half sincerely.
To die now is a kind mercy, when Yulia has fated the rest of the world to suffering.
The condemned are never aware of that mercy, however. The man looks at him with silent pleading eyes, as though he could offer a kindness greater than this. It's a look Van's seen many times before. It gives him no pause now.
The scorer at his left offers the reading. The condemned has been found guilty of murder, so says the Score. He has been sentenced to death by beheading, so says the Score.
"So says the Score," Van repeats with the scorer. He betrays nothing.
The guard at his right offers him the sword. Van grips the hilt and takes it. It's lighter than his own blade and recently sharpened. It's not a blade for battle, but for one very specific purpose.
The man remains silent. An admission of guilt or a resignation to fate, it doesn't matter. It's too late for that.
Van kneels beside him, holding the sword low to the ground yet keeping his grip tight. Shackles alone never stopped desperate men. "I'll hear your last words now," he says, voice low enough to play his part as a final confidant yet just loud enough for everyone else to hear.
The man meets his eyes and Van can see the tears begin to streak down his face. "I'm innocent."
The honest ones are always the most difficult. Van nods slightly. He's required to continue to listen silently, but he whispers back, "Do you have a final wish?"
The man's eyes widen. "Sir, my family-"
"The Order will care for them." Van smiles. The lie seems to be enough as the man relaxes and Van takes his stand.
He gestures for the guard to come forward. The guard knows his role and begins to fit the black mask over the man's head. Van waits until he steps away before he begins.
"Yulia is kind." Everyone but the condemned recites with him this time. "Yulia is merciful." He raises the blade. "Yulia is just." And swings it down.
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