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cataclysmic_veiTitle: I am sin
Author:creatore_magico
Universe: 13 Souls ©creatore_magico and drazzi
Characters: Jake Thomas and Vei Acious ©creatore_magico
Timeline: Childhood
Notes: Young Vei sets a challenge for god.
Warnings: Blasphemy, language
Rating: 15
Word count: 1064
“Forgive me father, for I am sin.” The child’s voice on the other side of the mesh spoke steadily above a whisper. “This is my very first confession.”
Father Jake Thomas gave a small smile and welcomed the young boy to the enclosed box. There weren’t many children who’d come to confession these days. People of faith, even Catholics were getting put off by all the horror stories that involved kids and preachers.
“It’s actually "for I have sinned" son, and don’t be nervous, there’s a first time for everything.” He smiled and hoped he sounded friendly enough. “So, what would you like to talk about with me today?”
“Talk?” The boy asked, and Father Jake could see him tilt his head to one side. It was all kinds of adorable. “I thought I was supposed to confess?” The boy puzzled.
“Yes, that’s right, but you don’t just list the things you’ve done wrong! That wouldn’t serve anyone.” He smiled. He would show this little one that confession wasn’t all doom and gloom. “You can tell me the whole story about why these things happened, okay? Then we’ll see how to set you straight”
“Ah.” The boy responded. “Well, the thing is father…” He said rather sheepishly and Jake caught a glimpse of his amber eyes through the mesh. “I haven’t done anything worth confessing yet.”
“Oho?” The priest couldn’t help but chuckle. “Then, what are you doing in here buddy? Did your family say you had to?”
“No.” The boy replied. His eyes were like fire. It must have been the light.
“Huh,” Jake couldn’t help but pause too. “Well. What’s the problem then son?”
“No problem.” The child chuckled, re-settling himself so that his face was closer to the small window that separated them. His slender fingers pressed against the lattice and poked through in places. He resembled a prisoner and Jake felt awkward all of a sudden.
“Then, why are you here?” The priest frowned. He really hoped this kid wasn’t just here to play a prank or something. He would have gotten himself excited for nothing. saving souls was his business after all.
“You can call it a pre-emptive strike if you like.” The boy smiled to him. Suddenly Jake Thomas didn’t feel so good at all. His friendly expression dropped another notch. “I want to confess my intent to god. I feel it’s only fair to warn him.” The boy went on.
“Woah kid, warn him?” The priest gave a laugh but he didn’t really think it was very funny. “If you’re thinking some bad thoughts, how about you talk them over with me before you do anything naughty? Then maybe I can help you find another way to go about things?”
“No thank you.” The boy answered flatly and Jake couldn’t help but feel his own heartbeat escalate. There was something about this boy made him uncomfortable. He’d only been in the box a few minutes and it was already feeling like too long.
“As I said, I am warning god, through you his messenger, of my future intent.”
“That’s a lot of grown up words for such a young man.”
“Please don’t interrupt me.” The boy’s eyes narrowed. Through that black net father Thomas could have sworn they flickered. “I will not ask you again.”
The priest was silent.
“Thank you.” The boy smiled, withdrawing his hands from the lattice. “Now, relay this message to god if you please.” He cleared his throat and Jake cleared his lungs of the breath he was holding.
“IAhem.
"I will break the laws of organised religion under my adult boots. When I am a man I will devour your angels and rape your children. If you wish to stop me, do so now, while I am a child and innocent of all sins so that I may join you in heaven and face you as an equal.”
The priest may have told the boy he’d seen too many films at that point but for his prior order not to interrupt him that he now felt was something he could not break.
“Take me now, or suffer me from now on. I confess to you that there is a curiosity that has peaked in me to your all loving, all forgiving nature. Intervene or remain silent Lord, and know only that I warned you.”
When the priest was sure the boy had finished he swallowed the lump in his throat. What the fuck was this about? It had to be a joke, but it really didn’t feel like one at all.
“You just blasphemed in the house of god,” he stated to the unclear face opposite him. This child needed serious therapy right? There was obviously something wrong with him.
“Not my first sin,” The boy joked, or it seemed like he was trying to any way, because he was smiling. “I lied before.”
“Who are you?” The priest asked. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but in this case he’d have to make an exception. “What’s your name son?”
“That’s private information father,” The boy responded quickly, wagging a finger. “As is my message. I do hope you understand.”
The priest took another tactic. He had to get the boy to stay so that he could find out his name, who his parents were, what school he went to, anything to track him down.
“I won’t be passing your message to God young man.” He told him stubbornly.
“That doesn’t matter.” The boy stood. “God will hear it anyway.” With that he opened the door and left the confession box.
“Lucifer will hear it too son!” the preacher warned aloud as he grabbed and turned the confession box door handle. He had to at least see the face of this kid before he escaped. When he was out of the box though the child has disappeared into the congregation, or out the doors, who knew?
The preacher stuck a finger in his collar and pulled to let out some heat. For some reason hell-fire was biting him on the ass. Where had he gone? Had he even been there at all? It didn't seem real. Had he even heard his last warning that Satan would hear his words as well as God? Did he even care?
The answer was he did, of course. Vei thought it was a wonderful extra.
Author:
creatore_magicoUniverse: 13 Souls ©
creatore_magico and drazziCharacters: Jake Thomas and Vei Acious ©
creatore_magicoTimeline: Childhood
Notes: Young Vei sets a challenge for god.
Warnings: Blasphemy, language
Rating: 15
Word count: 1064
“Forgive me father, for I am sin.” The child’s voice on the other side of the mesh spoke steadily above a whisper. “This is my very first confession.”
Father Jake Thomas gave a small smile and welcomed the young boy to the enclosed box. There weren’t many children who’d come to confession these days. People of faith, even Catholics were getting put off by all the horror stories that involved kids and preachers.
“It’s actually "for I have sinned" son, and don’t be nervous, there’s a first time for everything.” He smiled and hoped he sounded friendly enough. “So, what would you like to talk about with me today?”
“Talk?” The boy asked, and Father Jake could see him tilt his head to one side. It was all kinds of adorable. “I thought I was supposed to confess?” The boy puzzled.
“Yes, that’s right, but you don’t just list the things you’ve done wrong! That wouldn’t serve anyone.” He smiled. He would show this little one that confession wasn’t all doom and gloom. “You can tell me the whole story about why these things happened, okay? Then we’ll see how to set you straight”
“Ah.” The boy responded. “Well, the thing is father…” He said rather sheepishly and Jake caught a glimpse of his amber eyes through the mesh. “I haven’t done anything worth confessing yet.”
“Oho?” The priest couldn’t help but chuckle. “Then, what are you doing in here buddy? Did your family say you had to?”
“No.” The boy replied. His eyes were like fire. It must have been the light.
“Huh,” Jake couldn’t help but pause too. “Well. What’s the problem then son?”
“No problem.” The child chuckled, re-settling himself so that his face was closer to the small window that separated them. His slender fingers pressed against the lattice and poked through in places. He resembled a prisoner and Jake felt awkward all of a sudden.
“Then, why are you here?” The priest frowned. He really hoped this kid wasn’t just here to play a prank or something. He would have gotten himself excited for nothing. saving souls was his business after all.
“You can call it a pre-emptive strike if you like.” The boy smiled to him. Suddenly Jake Thomas didn’t feel so good at all. His friendly expression dropped another notch. “I want to confess my intent to god. I feel it’s only fair to warn him.” The boy went on.
“Woah kid, warn him?” The priest gave a laugh but he didn’t really think it was very funny. “If you’re thinking some bad thoughts, how about you talk them over with me before you do anything naughty? Then maybe I can help you find another way to go about things?”
“No thank you.” The boy answered flatly and Jake couldn’t help but feel his own heartbeat escalate. There was something about this boy made him uncomfortable. He’d only been in the box a few minutes and it was already feeling like too long.
“As I said, I am warning god, through you his messenger, of my future intent.”
“That’s a lot of grown up words for such a young man.”
“Please don’t interrupt me.” The boy’s eyes narrowed. Through that black net father Thomas could have sworn they flickered. “I will not ask you again.”
The priest was silent.
“Thank you.” The boy smiled, withdrawing his hands from the lattice. “Now, relay this message to god if you please.” He cleared his throat and Jake cleared his lungs of the breath he was holding.
“IAhem.
"I will break the laws of organised religion under my adult boots. When I am a man I will devour your angels and rape your children. If you wish to stop me, do so now, while I am a child and innocent of all sins so that I may join you in heaven and face you as an equal.”
The priest may have told the boy he’d seen too many films at that point but for his prior order not to interrupt him that he now felt was something he could not break.
“Take me now, or suffer me from now on. I confess to you that there is a curiosity that has peaked in me to your all loving, all forgiving nature. Intervene or remain silent Lord, and know only that I warned you.”
When the priest was sure the boy had finished he swallowed the lump in his throat. What the fuck was this about? It had to be a joke, but it really didn’t feel like one at all.
“You just blasphemed in the house of god,” he stated to the unclear face opposite him. This child needed serious therapy right? There was obviously something wrong with him.
“Not my first sin,” The boy joked, or it seemed like he was trying to any way, because he was smiling. “I lied before.”
“Who are you?” The priest asked. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but in this case he’d have to make an exception. “What’s your name son?”
“That’s private information father,” The boy responded quickly, wagging a finger. “As is my message. I do hope you understand.”
The priest took another tactic. He had to get the boy to stay so that he could find out his name, who his parents were, what school he went to, anything to track him down.
“I won’t be passing your message to God young man.” He told him stubbornly.
“That doesn’t matter.” The boy stood. “God will hear it anyway.” With that he opened the door and left the confession box.
“Lucifer will hear it too son!” the preacher warned aloud as he grabbed and turned the confession box door handle. He had to at least see the face of this kid before he escaped. When he was out of the box though the child has disappeared into the congregation, or out the doors, who knew?
The preacher stuck a finger in his collar and pulled to let out some heat. For some reason hell-fire was biting him on the ass. Where had he gone? Had he even been there at all? It didn't seem real. Had he even heard his last warning that Satan would hear his words as well as God? Did he even care?
The answer was he did, of course. Vei thought it was a wonderful extra.
