Prompt 1: Pride
Series: Saligia
Title: Superbia
Author: beautiful_game
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters/Pairing: Luis Garcia
Prompt: Pride
Word Count: 751
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction, it never happened and I am a worthless liar.
Author's Notes: I’ve changed the order of the words in my table a little to adjust it to the way I have this in mind. I also changed Luis’ character quite a lot. I took the idea of religion quite serious. My former R.E. teacher would die of a heart attack, me thinks. Many thanks to my lovely beta ivorylasenza!
Monday
"Bendígame, Padre, porque he pecado."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
The dark wood of the kneeler creaks as Luis shifts, the slightest movement provoking more squeaky sounds that cut into the eldritch silence between the Padre and him.
The hard wood feels uncomfortable against Luis’ knees. After minutes only they already feel sore and as he tries to find a better position, a position that will be less painful the damned wood only cracks again. Luis is close to swearing, but that would be quite disrespectful in a confessional.
Through the lattice the Padre tells him to confess his sins, to tell him what it is that Luis has done wrong, what he has done to upset the Lord. He calls him "Son" with a soft voice.
The old man is patronising and Luis hates it.
Is it because he looks angelic? Faultless? That's what they tell him. The dark, slick hair, long, beautiful lashes, a warm smile on an almost boyish face, it's all part of the illusion. Soft, even features. He looks like God’s masterpiece, one of the Lord’s proudest creations, the way he kneels there, with hands folded, big, brown eyes resting on the priest. He doesn't look entirely different from the sculptures of the angels in this church.
Luis can forgive the Padre his erroneous belief. He’s not the first to be fooled.
He won’t be the last.
Because Luis? The real Luis?
He's a sinner, Lucifer's companion, one could say. His special friend. Little Luis who is somewhat torn between the reverence for the Lord and his holiness, coming from Spain, a catholic country, Isabel la Católica and all that, and the temptation of this other life. Life full of lust and sin. Absolutely no regrets.
Lucifer’s companion.
Lucifer, the morning star, the archangel loved most by the Lord because he was the first and most beautiful of them all. Lucifer, the fallen angel, the highest archangel in heaven who dared rebel against the Lord, driven by pride, who never could accept the creation of the human kind.
Pride.
Superbia.
The deadly sin associated with Lucifer, the dark angel. This will be Luis’ sin to confess today, with many sins to follow.
How could one start seven days full of evil better than sinning on the first day of the week? Holy Sunday, the day when the Lord told the human kind to rest.
He’s confessing now, the day after. Telling the Padre how he sinned, not in great detail though. He fears he might not be forgiven otherwise.
All he mentions it that he has put himself above someone else, that he behaved as if he were God himself.
Luis pauses.
The priest nods and asks him to go on, to continue unburdening himself.
Luis says that he has shown arrogance, that he looked down on someone, debasing this person and giving this other person the feeling of being inferior.
He made them feel small and insignificant and elevated himself to God-like status.
During this confession, Luis won’t mention the name Xabi even once. What Luis does not say either is that he tied him down, that he strapped a collar around his neck and chained him to the bed, or how he grew hard as Xabi looked at him with those hurt and pleading eyes. Neither does he tell the priest that they were naked and gave in to the temptation of flesh. Luis doesn’t say that, after beating his toy with a belt, after insulting him and fucking him hard, that they both came like they never had come before.
He can’t tell the priest because it’s simply not yet time to confess those sins.
The only thing that Luis confesses is that it felt good and that he is ashamed of that. As the Padre looks at him through the little grid that separates their compartments he sees a tear running down Luis’ cheek. Never would he guess just how much of a false tear it is.
Crocodile tears. Luis the liar.
The priest tries to reassure him and says that the Lord’s mercifulness is unlimited for those who repent. He even laughs a little as Luis asks whether this is true and whether this means that he is not going to be broken on the wheel because after all this is the official punishment associated with the deadly sin of pride.
"No, my Son."
Stupid fool that you are, Padre.
"Amen, Padre."
"Amen. God speed you."
See you tomorrow…
-TBC-
Title: Superbia
Author: beautiful_game
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters/Pairing: Luis Garcia
Prompt: Pride
Word Count: 751
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction, it never happened and I am a worthless liar.
Author's Notes: I’ve changed the order of the words in my table a little to adjust it to the way I have this in mind. I also changed Luis’ character quite a lot. I took the idea of religion quite serious. My former R.E. teacher would die of a heart attack, me thinks. Many thanks to my lovely beta ivorylasenza!
Monday
"Bendígame, Padre, porque he pecado."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
The dark wood of the kneeler creaks as Luis shifts, the slightest movement provoking more squeaky sounds that cut into the eldritch silence between the Padre and him.
The hard wood feels uncomfortable against Luis’ knees. After minutes only they already feel sore and as he tries to find a better position, a position that will be less painful the damned wood only cracks again. Luis is close to swearing, but that would be quite disrespectful in a confessional.
Through the lattice the Padre tells him to confess his sins, to tell him what it is that Luis has done wrong, what he has done to upset the Lord. He calls him "Son" with a soft voice.
The old man is patronising and Luis hates it.
Is it because he looks angelic? Faultless? That's what they tell him. The dark, slick hair, long, beautiful lashes, a warm smile on an almost boyish face, it's all part of the illusion. Soft, even features. He looks like God’s masterpiece, one of the Lord’s proudest creations, the way he kneels there, with hands folded, big, brown eyes resting on the priest. He doesn't look entirely different from the sculptures of the angels in this church.
Luis can forgive the Padre his erroneous belief. He’s not the first to be fooled.
He won’t be the last.
Because Luis? The real Luis?
He's a sinner, Lucifer's companion, one could say. His special friend. Little Luis who is somewhat torn between the reverence for the Lord and his holiness, coming from Spain, a catholic country, Isabel la Católica and all that, and the temptation of this other life. Life full of lust and sin. Absolutely no regrets.
Lucifer’s companion.
Lucifer, the morning star, the archangel loved most by the Lord because he was the first and most beautiful of them all. Lucifer, the fallen angel, the highest archangel in heaven who dared rebel against the Lord, driven by pride, who never could accept the creation of the human kind.
Pride.
Superbia.
The deadly sin associated with Lucifer, the dark angel. This will be Luis’ sin to confess today, with many sins to follow.
How could one start seven days full of evil better than sinning on the first day of the week? Holy Sunday, the day when the Lord told the human kind to rest.
He’s confessing now, the day after. Telling the Padre how he sinned, not in great detail though. He fears he might not be forgiven otherwise.
All he mentions it that he has put himself above someone else, that he behaved as if he were God himself.
Luis pauses.
The priest nods and asks him to go on, to continue unburdening himself.
Luis says that he has shown arrogance, that he looked down on someone, debasing this person and giving this other person the feeling of being inferior.
He made them feel small and insignificant and elevated himself to God-like status.
During this confession, Luis won’t mention the name Xabi even once. What Luis does not say either is that he tied him down, that he strapped a collar around his neck and chained him to the bed, or how he grew hard as Xabi looked at him with those hurt and pleading eyes. Neither does he tell the priest that they were naked and gave in to the temptation of flesh. Luis doesn’t say that, after beating his toy with a belt, after insulting him and fucking him hard, that they both came like they never had come before.
He can’t tell the priest because it’s simply not yet time to confess those sins.
The only thing that Luis confesses is that it felt good and that he is ashamed of that. As the Padre looks at him through the little grid that separates their compartments he sees a tear running down Luis’ cheek. Never would he guess just how much of a false tear it is.
Crocodile tears. Luis the liar.
The priest tries to reassure him and says that the Lord’s mercifulness is unlimited for those who repent. He even laughs a little as Luis asks whether this is true and whether this means that he is not going to be broken on the wheel because after all this is the official punishment associated with the deadly sin of pride.
"No, my Son."
Stupid fool that you are, Padre.
"Amen, Padre."
"Amen. God speed you."
See you tomorrow…
-TBC-