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kiramaru7Title: Godforsaken
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Author: kira
Words: 543
Rating: T
Summary: Last moments of the man who would become Agni…
Warnings: none
Author’s notes: Inspired by a beautiful drawing of Agni called, “Godforsaken,” by Pinkclosetelf.
http://pinkclosetelf.deviantart.com/#/d3js0sp
I chose to call Agni "Chanda Das" since this takes place before Soma found him and renamed him Agni.
For you, Pinky…
Chanda Das woke with a start when the wooden lathi prodded him in the ribs. He stared bleary-eyed at his jailor, who had raised the heavy stick as if to strike him. He closed his eyes and held out his hands. Instead of rope, chains were shackled around his wrists. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly going dry. The day had finally come when he would leave this godforsaken place. It may not have been the way he had hoped he would leave, but Chanda was beyond caring. His family had abandoned him to his fate and the gods he had forsaken also left him.
His jailor prodded him again, pulling roughly on the chains as he lurched to his feet. Another poke, this one designed to cause him some discomfort in his ribs, had Chanda leaving his cell. As a condemned man, he knew his time left was limited and in his last moments, Chanda prayed to the gods he had deserted for forgiveness. He hoped his next life would be better, though he doubted it, as he had accrued a lot of bad karma from the pain and suffering he had caused.
After what could have been minutes, but felt like hours, Chanda was led into another cell, this one dark and dank and smelling of death. His hands were chained above his head and satisfied that the prisoner could not escape; he was locked in the darkness to await his fate. For the first time since he had been imprisoned nearly a year ago, Chanda felt afraid. Certain prisoners had been left alone, chained to the wall and forgotten, only to slowly starve to death while they awaited their execution.
Suddenly a death by hanging seemed preferable to being locked away in this dark and desolate place and Chanda prayed the gods would take pity on him and give him a quick death. Weak from hunger and delirious from his ordeal, he laughed when his jailors came and got him. They dragged him outside as the sun was setting and Chanda was amazed at the last reserves of strength he had mustered to walk calmly to his death. Even the heavy and rough textured noose they tied around his neck felt like softest and lightest of feathers. This was it and he was ready to die. He was glad his family was not here to see him in his final moments, not that his father would care, although it would sadden his mother and he did not want to see that.
As the sun’s dying rays cast a rosy glow over the assembled crowd, a sudden movement caught his attention. Chanda stared as the crowd parted and the most beautiful boy he had ever seen rush towards him. He laughed at the absurdity of the situation. An argument broke out between the boy and the man in charged with his execution. The boy, who he recognized as the maharajah’s youngest son, apparently wanted him for some silly reason or another. And when the prince strode forward and cut the hangman’s noose from his neck, spouting some nonsense about him being called “Agni” now, Chanda looked up at him. In that instant he realized the gods had not forsaken him after all…
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Author: kira
Words: 543
Rating: T
Summary: Last moments of the man who would become Agni…
Warnings: none
Author’s notes: Inspired by a beautiful drawing of Agni called, “Godforsaken,” by Pinkclosetelf.
http://pinkclosetelf.deviantart.com/#/d3js0sp
I chose to call Agni "Chanda Das" since this takes place before Soma found him and renamed him Agni.
For you, Pinky…
Chanda Das woke with a start when the wooden lathi prodded him in the ribs. He stared bleary-eyed at his jailor, who had raised the heavy stick as if to strike him. He closed his eyes and held out his hands. Instead of rope, chains were shackled around his wrists. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly going dry. The day had finally come when he would leave this godforsaken place. It may not have been the way he had hoped he would leave, but Chanda was beyond caring. His family had abandoned him to his fate and the gods he had forsaken also left him.
His jailor prodded him again, pulling roughly on the chains as he lurched to his feet. Another poke, this one designed to cause him some discomfort in his ribs, had Chanda leaving his cell. As a condemned man, he knew his time left was limited and in his last moments, Chanda prayed to the gods he had deserted for forgiveness. He hoped his next life would be better, though he doubted it, as he had accrued a lot of bad karma from the pain and suffering he had caused.
After what could have been minutes, but felt like hours, Chanda was led into another cell, this one dark and dank and smelling of death. His hands were chained above his head and satisfied that the prisoner could not escape; he was locked in the darkness to await his fate. For the first time since he had been imprisoned nearly a year ago, Chanda felt afraid. Certain prisoners had been left alone, chained to the wall and forgotten, only to slowly starve to death while they awaited their execution.
Suddenly a death by hanging seemed preferable to being locked away in this dark and desolate place and Chanda prayed the gods would take pity on him and give him a quick death. Weak from hunger and delirious from his ordeal, he laughed when his jailors came and got him. They dragged him outside as the sun was setting and Chanda was amazed at the last reserves of strength he had mustered to walk calmly to his death. Even the heavy and rough textured noose they tied around his neck felt like softest and lightest of feathers. This was it and he was ready to die. He was glad his family was not here to see him in his final moments, not that his father would care, although it would sadden his mother and he did not want to see that.
As the sun’s dying rays cast a rosy glow over the assembled crowd, a sudden movement caught his attention. Chanda stared as the crowd parted and the most beautiful boy he had ever seen rush towards him. He laughed at the absurdity of the situation. An argument broke out between the boy and the man in charged with his execution. The boy, who he recognized as the maharajah’s youngest son, apparently wanted him for some silly reason or another. And when the prince strode forward and cut the hangman’s noose from his neck, spouting some nonsense about him being called “Agni” now, Chanda looked up at him. In that instant he realized the gods had not forsaken him after all…
