Hannibal

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It was late into the evening, and Alcuin and Hannibal were walking to Hannibal's home from a restaurant where they'd had a late meal and then overstayed their welcome drinking coffee and talking. It had been a nice way to spend the evening and Alcuin was in good spirits, walking close to Hannibal with his hands in his pockets. They were on a

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Hannibal had never been drawn to religious fanaticism. When he was younger and had not yet lost his faith, he learned that there was a special layer in Hell reserved for the narrow-minded and the religiously fanatic. With time he lost faith and instead found a special corner in his basement for this lowest form of mankind.

He noticed Alcuin practically shrink beside him, all colour from his face.

It was not often that it happened, but the man had rubbed him the wrong way and didn't stop his tirade.

He turned and walked up to the man, not stopping when he invaded the man's personal space, causing him to take a step back. "Please apologize to my friend," he said, voice calm but with a sense of determination.

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"Hannibal, it's - " Alcuin began, but the man was already ranting again.

"Your friend?" He laughed in Hannibal's face. "You can go to hell too, faggot." He waved the Bible right in Hannibal's face.

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"Please," he asked kindly, but still continued to move towards the man. The Bible didn't even cause him to blink. "I'm sure there's something in the about prejudice." The man had to take another step back. It was likely he didn't even notice.

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The man was nearly backed into the alley behind them at this point. He seemed oblivious, too fired up on his own righteousness (and, Alcuin thought, perhaps some other substance).

"Oh forgive me," he laughed, "please go to hell, faggot, and take your whore with you. That's not prejudice, that's god's will." He craned his neck to look over Hannibal's shoulder at Alcuin, waving the Bible at him. "You hear that? You're going to burn."