Prompt 7
Series: Saligia
Title Acedia
Author: beautiful_game
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters/Pairing: Luis Garcia (Xabi Alonso mentioned)
Prompt: Sloth
Word Count: 1323
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Luis sins one last time. And oh, he might be a little more evil than usual, that’s why the rating’s higher for this one. Many thanks to ivorylasenza for betaing this one too. Last fic of the challenge.
Sunday
"Bendígame, Padre, porque he pecado."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Luis knows that this is going to be the last time he’s getting down on the mahogany kneeler, the last time that he is going to hear its creaking sound and caress the warped wood, the last time he is going to see the priest and maybe even the last time he steps into a church.
Today it’s the final confession, today it’s going to be decided who won their little bet: Xabi or him. It all depends on the old man sitting on the other side of the rusty lattice, staring at him in disbelief, shifting in his seat because of discomfort.
“Padre, I have one last sin to confess.”
The priest’s eyes spring wide open as he cannot bring himself to move. It’s as if the coldness of Luis’ voice, the iciness, makes him freeze on the spot, paralyses him entirely.
One final sin.
The old man manages eventually to nod at Luis, having lost the ability to speak completely, seeing the annoyed and bored expression on Luis’ face.
Impatient bastard…
“I am committing this sin as we speak.”
Luis pauses, studying the other man’s expression closely, the horror on his face. This is greatly amusing, and somehow Luis wishes Xabi could be with him right now to share some of the fun and have a good laugh too.
Xabi might not have much to laugh at soon, should Luis’ plan work.
“Padre, I am sick of confessing. It’s stupid and a total waste of time. I can’t be bothered to come and speak to the Lord anymore. Should he have anything to say, he can come to me.”
Sloth.
Acedia.
The act of doing nothing, of simply not caring anymore, laziness of the heart and the failure to love and worship the Lord. The seventh deadly sin, associated with Belphegor, to be punished by being thrown into a snake pit.
And Luis? He just doesn’t give a fucking damn. As he tells the priest, the old man’s face becomes incredibly pale and white and for a moment Luis fears he’s going to die from a heart attack.
Luis knows that he could simply go now, ask the priest whether the Lord will still forgive him, but he fears that he has not quite reached his goal yet.
“You know, Padre, each day of the week I came by to confess another deadly sin I committed, grave sins that might send me straight to hell, and I just didn’t get anything from that. I concluded that this is a waste of time and that I can use the time more efficiently.”
Fuck Xabi instead.
On Monday it was Pride, on Tuesday it was Greed, on Wednesday Lust, then followed by Envy on Thursday, Friday was for Gluttony, yesterday, Saturday it was Wrath and finally, today, Sunday, the holy day of the week, it is Sloth.
Superbia, Avaritia, Luxuria, Invidia, Gula, Ira and Acedia.
S-a-l-i-g-i-a.
Isn’t that where saligare, to commit the seven deadly sins, comes from, Padre? The seven deadly sins. Did you finally get it, Father, that I am a helpless sinner?
Luis can’t say it of course, can’t tell the Padre directly just how much of a sinner he is and that all he has left for the Lord is mockery, because he can’t break the rules that Xabi and him set for this devilish game they are playing. He might be a sinner, but clearly not a cheater and in the end, this is something that the Padre should have found out by himself by now.
Luis is close to pitying the old man, looks at him how he sits in the middle compartment of the confessional, pressing himself against the other side, trying to get away from Luis as much as possible.
Who would have thought that such an angelic, innocent creature like me could do that to you?
The Padre looks irritated and scared. Helpless and totally confused.
Where is your God now, old man, now that you need shelter?
“See, old man,” Luis pauses to make eye contact with the priest, his burning gaze laying upon the other man, making him shiver once more in fear, “whenever my lover kisses me, devours me, it’s not only him that I taste on my lips, in my mouth, sweet and bitter. Whenever I am touched by my lover, it’s not only his touches that are hot and icy on my skin. Whenever he takes me, Padre, hard and without mercy, it’s not only he who gives me pleasure and pain. I can feel it on my skin, in my guts, in my heart, Padre. I can feel Him.”
Some call me obsessed. That does not sound nice, does it?
Luis pauses once more, waiting to see whether the priest wants to say something, add anything, but he did not really expect him to, seen as how he is still - and now even more - in this state of paralysis, of being unable to react because of agony.
The priest’s worst nightmare becoming reality.
Slowly, Luis bends forward, towards the old grid, poking his fingers through it, before he goes on.
“And I assure you, Father, when I say Him? It’s not your holy Lord.”
Luis laughs loudly, his voice echoing dangerously in the restricting confessional as he sees the priest shy back, pressing himself even more against the thin wooden wall of the opposite department.
It’s something different just preaching about the devil and seeing him sit in front of you, isn’t it Padre?
Luis waits, enjoys the eldritch silence between them, watches how the old man struggles with himself, how he tries to stand over his fear and unease and say something. Eventually, Luis decides that it’s time for the final question, time for the final answer that will show whether it is him or Xabi who will be right at the end of this day.
“So, tell me Padre, how was that with your Lord and his mercifulness? Has he any mercy left for someone like me? Does he really love all of his sheep? Even those who turned their back on him?”
Once more the priest’s eyes spring wide open. He has to think for a long time, not knowing how to put it, how to express what he will have to tell.
“I fear,” the Padre eventually states, he speaks with a trembling, shaking voice, “I fear that even God’s mercifulness has reached its limit.”
Luis grins, fucking grins at the priest. It’s not a smirk of mockery, no, not this time, this time Luis is simply pleased by the answer, because this is exactly what he wanted to hear, because this fucking proves Xabi wrong.
Makes Xabi lose a devilish bet.
Xabi who had discussed with Luis, saying that there is no end of the Lord’s mercifulness, that the Lord will forgive, always and no matter what, whereas Luis said that this is not the case and that he can prove Xabi wrong. Stupid Xabi who dared challenge Luis.
Tonight Luis will teach Xabi a few lessons, will teach him not to challenge Luis again and never to underestimate him, he will make him clear his debt. He will make him regret it.
Xabi will be at his mercy, will have to follow each of Luis’ commands, do whatever it is that Luis desires, because Xabi just lost his soul.
Luis quickly nods at the priest and says that he’ll have to go and that everything is clear now. There are no emotions on his face as he gets up from the kneeler, leaving it with a cracking sound behind.
As he is about to step out of the confessional, the Padre once more finds the ability to speak, “May God have mercy on your soul.”
“As if I’d care about that, old man.”
Luis has set his priorities differently.
-End-
Title Acedia
Author: beautiful_game
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters/Pairing: Luis Garcia (Xabi Alonso mentioned)
Prompt: Sloth
Word Count: 1323
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Luis sins one last time. And oh, he might be a little more evil than usual, that’s why the rating’s higher for this one. Many thanks to ivorylasenza for betaing this one too. Last fic of the challenge.
Sunday
"Bendígame, Padre, porque he pecado."
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Luis knows that this is going to be the last time he’s getting down on the mahogany kneeler, the last time that he is going to hear its creaking sound and caress the warped wood, the last time he is going to see the priest and maybe even the last time he steps into a church.
Today it’s the final confession, today it’s going to be decided who won their little bet: Xabi or him. It all depends on the old man sitting on the other side of the rusty lattice, staring at him in disbelief, shifting in his seat because of discomfort.
“Padre, I have one last sin to confess.”
The priest’s eyes spring wide open as he cannot bring himself to move. It’s as if the coldness of Luis’ voice, the iciness, makes him freeze on the spot, paralyses him entirely.
One final sin.
The old man manages eventually to nod at Luis, having lost the ability to speak completely, seeing the annoyed and bored expression on Luis’ face.
Impatient bastard…
“I am committing this sin as we speak.”
Luis pauses, studying the other man’s expression closely, the horror on his face. This is greatly amusing, and somehow Luis wishes Xabi could be with him right now to share some of the fun and have a good laugh too.
Xabi might not have much to laugh at soon, should Luis’ plan work.
“Padre, I am sick of confessing. It’s stupid and a total waste of time. I can’t be bothered to come and speak to the Lord anymore. Should he have anything to say, he can come to me.”
Sloth.
Acedia.
The act of doing nothing, of simply not caring anymore, laziness of the heart and the failure to love and worship the Lord. The seventh deadly sin, associated with Belphegor, to be punished by being thrown into a snake pit.
And Luis? He just doesn’t give a fucking damn. As he tells the priest, the old man’s face becomes incredibly pale and white and for a moment Luis fears he’s going to die from a heart attack.
Luis knows that he could simply go now, ask the priest whether the Lord will still forgive him, but he fears that he has not quite reached his goal yet.
“You know, Padre, each day of the week I came by to confess another deadly sin I committed, grave sins that might send me straight to hell, and I just didn’t get anything from that. I concluded that this is a waste of time and that I can use the time more efficiently.”
Fuck Xabi instead.
On Monday it was Pride, on Tuesday it was Greed, on Wednesday Lust, then followed by Envy on Thursday, Friday was for Gluttony, yesterday, Saturday it was Wrath and finally, today, Sunday, the holy day of the week, it is Sloth.
Superbia, Avaritia, Luxuria, Invidia, Gula, Ira and Acedia.
S-a-l-i-g-i-a.
Isn’t that where saligare, to commit the seven deadly sins, comes from, Padre? The seven deadly sins. Did you finally get it, Father, that I am a helpless sinner?
Luis can’t say it of course, can’t tell the Padre directly just how much of a sinner he is and that all he has left for the Lord is mockery, because he can’t break the rules that Xabi and him set for this devilish game they are playing. He might be a sinner, but clearly not a cheater and in the end, this is something that the Padre should have found out by himself by now.
Luis is close to pitying the old man, looks at him how he sits in the middle compartment of the confessional, pressing himself against the other side, trying to get away from Luis as much as possible.
Who would have thought that such an angelic, innocent creature like me could do that to you?
The Padre looks irritated and scared. Helpless and totally confused.
Where is your God now, old man, now that you need shelter?
“See, old man,” Luis pauses to make eye contact with the priest, his burning gaze laying upon the other man, making him shiver once more in fear, “whenever my lover kisses me, devours me, it’s not only him that I taste on my lips, in my mouth, sweet and bitter. Whenever I am touched by my lover, it’s not only his touches that are hot and icy on my skin. Whenever he takes me, Padre, hard and without mercy, it’s not only he who gives me pleasure and pain. I can feel it on my skin, in my guts, in my heart, Padre. I can feel Him.”
Some call me obsessed. That does not sound nice, does it?
Luis pauses once more, waiting to see whether the priest wants to say something, add anything, but he did not really expect him to, seen as how he is still - and now even more - in this state of paralysis, of being unable to react because of agony.
The priest’s worst nightmare becoming reality.
Slowly, Luis bends forward, towards the old grid, poking his fingers through it, before he goes on.
“And I assure you, Father, when I say Him? It’s not your holy Lord.”
Luis laughs loudly, his voice echoing dangerously in the restricting confessional as he sees the priest shy back, pressing himself even more against the thin wooden wall of the opposite department.
It’s something different just preaching about the devil and seeing him sit in front of you, isn’t it Padre?
Luis waits, enjoys the eldritch silence between them, watches how the old man struggles with himself, how he tries to stand over his fear and unease and say something. Eventually, Luis decides that it’s time for the final question, time for the final answer that will show whether it is him or Xabi who will be right at the end of this day.
“So, tell me Padre, how was that with your Lord and his mercifulness? Has he any mercy left for someone like me? Does he really love all of his sheep? Even those who turned their back on him?”
Once more the priest’s eyes spring wide open. He has to think for a long time, not knowing how to put it, how to express what he will have to tell.
“I fear,” the Padre eventually states, he speaks with a trembling, shaking voice, “I fear that even God’s mercifulness has reached its limit.”
Luis grins, fucking grins at the priest. It’s not a smirk of mockery, no, not this time, this time Luis is simply pleased by the answer, because this is exactly what he wanted to hear, because this fucking proves Xabi wrong.
Makes Xabi lose a devilish bet.
Xabi who had discussed with Luis, saying that there is no end of the Lord’s mercifulness, that the Lord will forgive, always and no matter what, whereas Luis said that this is not the case and that he can prove Xabi wrong. Stupid Xabi who dared challenge Luis.
Tonight Luis will teach Xabi a few lessons, will teach him not to challenge Luis again and never to underestimate him, he will make him clear his debt. He will make him regret it.
Xabi will be at his mercy, will have to follow each of Luis’ commands, do whatever it is that Luis desires, because Xabi just lost his soul.
Luis quickly nods at the priest and says that he’ll have to go and that everything is clear now. There are no emotions on his face as he gets up from the kneeler, leaving it with a cracking sound behind.
As he is about to step out of the confessional, the Padre once more finds the ability to speak, “May God have mercy on your soul.”
“As if I’d care about that, old man.”
Luis has set his priorities differently.
-End-