First Abomination
[Action: 462 Stone St.]
[Letting himself be consumed by a towering sea demon, Caster had intended to kill, ravage, and lay waste to everything around him. He wanted to let all the atrocities pile up to show the world and a certain person that a loving God is just an illusion. There exists only a cruel God who cared little for His creations. He cared so little that a man like Gilles de Rais was allowed to roam the earth, committing unspeakable acts, and left unpunished until the noblemen decided to act. God was not the one who judged him. It was man.
Consumed with hate for God and the injustice behind the execution of Jeanne d'Arc, a truly pure maiden with no flaws, Caster had transformed physically and mentally into a true monster. But within the monster's memories lie something else. Caster had experienced glory once before. He was once considered a heroic general who sided by Jeanne d'Arc and made the coronation of King Charles possible. The radiant light that shone through the stained glass of the Reims Cathedral manifested the glory that Caster would forever be carved in his heart even after his humiliations.
He remembered that light again. Basked in that light, Caster had met his end. He wakes up now in what seems to be a house resembling those in the twentieth century. As a Servant before dying, he was given knowledge of the modern era. This is certainly a house in the twentieth century, but it seemed different from the architecture of Fuyuki City. Certainly, he wasn't with Uryuu either. This house seemed... far too bright for a place they would reside in. Caster stepped out of his bed and walked outside towards the living room where he met... a child, a drone.]
Good morning, Daddy!
Da... daddy?
[A smile crept on Caster's face.]
Yes, my darling boy, your father is here... Come to my arms. Let's start our morning off with a hug.
[He stretches his arms out and as the child runs over to him, Caster wraps his arms around him and squeezes tight. He reaches an arm out towards the boy's head as if about to pat him. Grabbing him by the skull tightly, those close enough would hear the sounds of bone cracking. With one last loud tear, the drone boy is killed. Caster pulls the corpse away from him and stares it with his glass-like eyes.
This feeling... isn't as satisfying as it should have been.]
[Phone]
[For a while, you hear the sounds of breathing on the other line. An eerily calm voice then speaks after about twenty seconds have passed...]
A man who has rejected the cruel illusion of God's love has no place up in Heaven. There is only one place that I should be suited for, but even now, now after having been reborn already once, there is no punishment for my sins. I have built mountains after mountains from blasphemies, all effigies to that accursed God, and yet, there is no punishment for my sins.
... And now I have killed another child... Adding another sin to my soul. And yet, there is no punishment!
Am I not to be sent to Hell? Am I not to burn and shriek in everlasting, agonizing, and humiliating torture!?
[Another pause...]
No... Then even here, I will sin and blaspheme again, making a new mountain. One after another and show this world too... that there is no God that would dare punish me!
[Letting himself be consumed by a towering sea demon, Caster had intended to kill, ravage, and lay waste to everything around him. He wanted to let all the atrocities pile up to show the world and a certain person that a loving God is just an illusion. There exists only a cruel God who cared little for His creations. He cared so little that a man like Gilles de Rais was allowed to roam the earth, committing unspeakable acts, and left unpunished until the noblemen decided to act. God was not the one who judged him. It was man.
Consumed with hate for God and the injustice behind the execution of Jeanne d'Arc, a truly pure maiden with no flaws, Caster had transformed physically and mentally into a true monster. But within the monster's memories lie something else. Caster had experienced glory once before. He was once considered a heroic general who sided by Jeanne d'Arc and made the coronation of King Charles possible. The radiant light that shone through the stained glass of the Reims Cathedral manifested the glory that Caster would forever be carved in his heart even after his humiliations.
He remembered that light again. Basked in that light, Caster had met his end. He wakes up now in what seems to be a house resembling those in the twentieth century. As a Servant before dying, he was given knowledge of the modern era. This is certainly a house in the twentieth century, but it seemed different from the architecture of Fuyuki City. Certainly, he wasn't with Uryuu either. This house seemed... far too bright for a place they would reside in. Caster stepped out of his bed and walked outside towards the living room where he met... a child, a drone.]
Good morning, Daddy!
Da... daddy?
[A smile crept on Caster's face.]
Yes, my darling boy, your father is here... Come to my arms. Let's start our morning off with a hug.
[He stretches his arms out and as the child runs over to him, Caster wraps his arms around him and squeezes tight. He reaches an arm out towards the boy's head as if about to pat him. Grabbing him by the skull tightly, those close enough would hear the sounds of bone cracking. With one last loud tear, the drone boy is killed. Caster pulls the corpse away from him and stares it with his glass-like eyes.
This feeling... isn't as satisfying as it should have been.]
[Phone]
[For a while, you hear the sounds of breathing on the other line. An eerily calm voice then speaks after about twenty seconds have passed...]
A man who has rejected the cruel illusion of God's love has no place up in Heaven. There is only one place that I should be suited for, but even now, now after having been reborn already once, there is no punishment for my sins. I have built mountains after mountains from blasphemies, all effigies to that accursed God, and yet, there is no punishment for my sins.
... And now I have killed another child... Adding another sin to my soul. And yet, there is no punishment!
Am I not to be sent to Hell? Am I not to burn and shriek in everlasting, agonizing, and humiliating torture!?
[Another pause...]
No... Then even here, I will sin and blaspheme again, making a new mountain. One after another and show this world too... that there is no God that would dare punish me!