Before the Judgement of [Persona 3, 1/1]
Title: Before the Judgement of
Fandom: Persona 3
Character: Main Character (Minato Arisato)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Eh, mentions of gods. Nothing really.
Summary: What Minato believes (or does not believe)
Comments: Err... yeahhhh. I dunno. Quick (only 336 words) and dirty and I kinda enjoyed tying some old legend things together. I was going to jump to the next scene which would have been a, err, blowjob, but decided it didn't fit exactly right (or at least, I'm telling myself that before I write like another drabble that sorta/kinda follows this one up. Watch me, it'll happen *palmface*) I think I write things like this because these are my attempts to get into Minato's head.
Minato does not think he believes in God.
How can he when there are personas in Tartarus whose names call after gods from all over the world? They do not announce it themselves, but he can feel it when they click into his mind--I am Sati, whispers one. I am Horus, screeches another--and they lie there at his beck and call like biddable pets. He knows very well that personas are an aspect of himself. They are the mirror into his psyche--they are who he is. He thinks himself either extremely arrogant or that maybe he is a channel, and if that is so, then he is empty and hollow, and somehow he can't decide which conclusion is worst.
Loki, another laughs into his mind and slots in like a missing puzzle piece. Kingu bleeds into place, red drops salting earth only Minato can see.
He can hold so much that it is a wonder that he doesn't go mad from it, but then again, he was weaned into accepting greater and greater amounts of them. He is an avatar that the gods do not want to break--cannot bear to break, cannot afford to shatter. He thinks that he is all that they have left, or that if they really are a part of him, if he breaks then they will too.
Another oozes, shadow against shadows, into position, dark and dense and sweetly bitter. Minato does not need a name to know who it is, but gets one anyway. Satan.
They are not all gods. Some are figures so prevalent that they may as well be as good as gods, powerful enough to challenge for the right of their existence.
Eligor gives a courtly bow, rust colored and smiling behind his helmet. Decarabia spins into place, star points somehow reminiscent of fluttering wings. Oberon glides in as if he is at the head of a procession.
It is all Minato can do to separate himself from them and sometimes he fears that it isn't possible.
Fandom: Persona 3
Character: Main Character (Minato Arisato)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Eh, mentions of gods. Nothing really.
Summary: What Minato believes (or does not believe)
Comments: Err... yeahhhh. I dunno. Quick (only 336 words) and dirty and I kinda enjoyed tying some old legend things together. I was going to jump to the next scene which would have been a, err, blowjob, but decided it didn't fit exactly right (or at least, I'm telling myself that before I write like another drabble that sorta/kinda follows this one up. Watch me, it'll happen *palmface*) I think I write things like this because these are my attempts to get into Minato's head.
Minato does not think he believes in God.
How can he when there are personas in Tartarus whose names call after gods from all over the world? They do not announce it themselves, but he can feel it when they click into his mind--I am Sati, whispers one. I am Horus, screeches another--and they lie there at his beck and call like biddable pets. He knows very well that personas are an aspect of himself. They are the mirror into his psyche--they are who he is. He thinks himself either extremely arrogant or that maybe he is a channel, and if that is so, then he is empty and hollow, and somehow he can't decide which conclusion is worst.
Loki, another laughs into his mind and slots in like a missing puzzle piece. Kingu bleeds into place, red drops salting earth only Minato can see.
He can hold so much that it is a wonder that he doesn't go mad from it, but then again, he was weaned into accepting greater and greater amounts of them. He is an avatar that the gods do not want to break--cannot bear to break, cannot afford to shatter. He thinks that he is all that they have left, or that if they really are a part of him, if he breaks then they will too.
Another oozes, shadow against shadows, into position, dark and dense and sweetly bitter. Minato does not need a name to know who it is, but gets one anyway. Satan.
They are not all gods. Some are figures so prevalent that they may as well be as good as gods, powerful enough to challenge for the right of their existence.
Eligor gives a courtly bow, rust colored and smiling behind his helmet. Decarabia spins into place, star points somehow reminiscent of fluttering wings. Oberon glides in as if he is at the head of a procession.
It is all Minato can do to separate himself from them and sometimes he fears that it isn't possible.