Devil!Capitano x FemReader
To pray for the Lord's hand was something not everyone wanted to do. To pray for a god that couldn't have been there? Many people had theories and lore behind the books, but when it came to reality; it had to be convincing to prove ones authority.
Why else would people follow?
From the deepest of cold eyes to a fiery lit blaze, many others chose not to follow the cold icy path rather than the hot steaming pathway filled to hells extent.
A book about a man's wrongdoings that then were enslaved or promised as the Devil's diplomats. Many others believed in devils or paranormal stuff that had to deal with the horned man's hand, yet others were too careful.
Being good to themselves, they oathed themselves to live high amongst to what others call, 'The Heavens'.
The only place that you can redeem yourself and or be praised for doing your best.
It was as simple as doing a chore, or helping a friend out that earned the points of your redeemable self esteem and matured mentality, which thus led to father and the sisterly nuns to praise you.
After-all, you did everything that abided by the rules of god. The house that was connected to his whole being.
With an under-toned source of light that was slightly shimmering its way through the grey curtains in the quarters I stayed at, from the way the light shone and was angled, it was morning.
Yet, from the inexcusable amount of sleep I endured and after many activities from the previous nights before, I awoke with tired eyes and a body needing to be stretched.
After the previous nights of countless chores and prayers and the cleaning needed, it needed to happen again as the hand of the lord told me so, The Priest whom I've called father for the past century.
Stretching wouldn't do me any good for the next few days, it was a break I much needed. From solemn nights alone to the sleepless nights I receive, all I could do was but nothing until these Activities asked by father would soon die down.
Activities you may ask, what are they for? Not only am I a nun, a second hand as an apprentice to her lordship, but we weren't that secluded to the citizen life. We resided in a small town. Of course we're far from the towns reach, but not too far to not go ahead and walk there.
In the next upcoming days, would there be a festival that the Church would host yearly.
It was a festival of celebration for the life given and the still standing building that's been on this land for centuries. From the current one to the last of the priests, not only have they kept this tradition up, but added more things to make the days more fun.
Kids from other towns that visited our own festivities made the town quite popular for its yearly tourists. There would be faces you'd recognize as they would always come with that attitude you can recognize, or even the way they acted.
Most of the sisters and I could remember the familiar faces that swarmed in groups and multiple passerbies.
But, having to see those faces that brought me joy would come sooner or later. As of now, I had to prepare myself for another day of cleaning and possible lectures from Father.
I threw off the blankets from my body which was then met with a frosty nip to my bare legs, causing me to hiss in annoyance and the cold shiver that went up my spine.
How cold it was today. Winter seemed to be approaching, and it wouldn't be long till all the leaves would fall and turn into a ray of shimmering golds, browns and reds.
The dying of plants was nature's course, but soon they'll be alive and show off their beautiful vibrance once more if spring were to ever come back.
My eyes faced the window that was still slightly covered by the curtain that hid away its brightful light that faced towards my direction. I opened the curtain slowly so I could allow myself to adjust to the light that I became accustomed to ever since I came to the Church Of Hearth.
My feet found the solid ground that was planted with a smooth texture of wood, a deep oak that had a certain authenticity to it with the room I shared to myself.
Cold at first, I flinched for a moment only to just realize it was just the coldness that seeped from my window.
It was normal to feel this slithering feeling during the platform that held this place of high regard whenever the winter came by. Sometimes, the winter would last for months and months until it started to show the snow dissipating from the sights of many sore eyes.
Morning drowsiness wasn't my best perk, but it was one of the things that made me feel human. But unfortunately to Father, it wasn't suitable for a lady like me.
Though he couldn't care less with what I did, I still had to abide by the rules of the Hearth. From the echoey and deep hallways, I could hear my siblings all running around, laughing and quarreling with one and another.
This would happen every morning, every single day of the year that showed no remorse to the others that resided in their chambers.
With this, Father was displeased most of the time. Always lecturing and giving light punishments to the youngsters, just like she did with me and the older ones.
Though I learned my lessons, it seems that the tradition passes on not by blood, but by the mindset that every young child would have.
Though through the fits of laughter and loud rambunctious yelling, all I could hear coming closer were a set of footsteps coming towards my dorm.
Scrambling out of bed, I was quick to lock the door of the room and get myself appropriately dressed for the day, considering how I had woken up so late. Father hated it when anyone wasn't following their schedule properly, and even so–not dressing yourself to her standards.
If you had a tad bit of a wrinkle, Father would remark a scowl and humiliation towards said person, which made everything tense in the household. The only ones who could keep up with this so-called torment were the ones with that of a stronger mindset.
Though it may seem like it's just an orphanage, It was also a church to pray and pursue the arts of Christianity.
We were an orphanage that held a religious act, so to say the least, it was both our home and our safe place.
My legs that were still nicked by the cold made quick work on getting myself dressed as quick as I could before someone would enter through my room and see my disheveled self.
Hasty but cold numb fingers that caught the fabrics that I wore daily, the soft fabric that would show my status and maturity towards my features. Presentation was everything, especially towards Father.
From what I had grabbed, it was one of the nun outfits that all of us had to wear, but mine was different. Infused with that bright crimson red with the sincerity of white being the more prominent colour, the crimson that hued a dangerous glow was embroidered onto my wimple that was of heavy fabric, light to carry, but enough to not seem so fluffy and flimsy as a hat. As I said, presentation was everything.
Black and red embroidered flowers and feathers were stripped from the chest to the waist down, showing my appearance and appeal to the clothing I wore.
For everything at the cost of getting ready, the last thing I needed to fix was my stupid, fucking, hair.
The main thing that made things very troublesome, something that I hated the most with wearing this hat.
I had gone to quickly fix it, but the apparent loud knocking had caused me to freeze simultaneously. Three, slow, knocks. Those knocks recognizable by the way it was performed.
Then, there came her voice.
From the way it sounded, it wasn't a question to be denied or outright accept. It was a demand, not many would notice this but for the children that grew up with her, most of us would damn right know that we couldn't refuse her.
With a steady breathe and clearer mindset, I slowly walked over to the door that was currently locked, and unlocked it with just a twist of a key. The audible noise it made paused the room to be cold, quiet and ominous.
Then, the loud screeching of the door. The hinges to the door needed a refuel for oil, to keep it from scratching and screeching ominously and terribly for one's ears. Yet, no one seemed phased.
Standing in front of the door was father, Arlecchino, the main house holder of this establishment in this crude and solemn place. She had that same stoic face that others would call, 'a resting bitch face'.
She didn't care what others thought of her as she knew her own presentation mattered more, but for her children? That was the main thing she was worried about, their appearance, their actions, their schedule. Not herself in the slightest.
She was strict with herself though, that's for sure.
With that strict schedule, she herself had revolved herself into her work. Not with the prayers and religious sign holdings, but her work that she forced herself to work in. From multiple papers to personal matters, she was nearly gone for many weeks, if not then months.
But why was she at my door now?
"Father." I greeted with a tone she knew full well, something she didn't particularly mention at first.
With a courtesy of a nod and small bow with hands placed over one another, Father seemed pleased but didn't care for the standard greeting.
"Y/n." She said with that monotone voice she had, but from the way she said it sounded like she had news to tell.
I kept still in the same spot without moving or raising a head, keeping that hold on my body that many times used to cramp up, but now it was imprinted into my brain not to move when Father was present in the room.
"What brought your presence here, Father?" I questioned, questioning her motives and the way she aimlessly walked around my near empty room and sliding her finger on everything to see if everything was clean.
"You barely have anything in your room, Y/n.. what about the mora I had given you for such stuff, isn't that what you guys desire?" She questioned as she still wandered around, inspecting everything with her cold, brutal eyes. Though I knew she didn't care, her question caught me off guard.
"I used it for better necessities instead of using it for my room to have a better display, I would if I had the mindset that mora is everything.." I stated with my head lowered so I wouldn't have to face her, not wanting to offend the guardian who had raised me.
A silent but audible hum came from her, seeing as the way I took things personally didn't make her see anything else from me besides as her apprentice. She carefully walked behind me and slid her long pointed nails towards my nape, slowly sliding up towards where that certain mark was placed against, small but symbolic of meaning.
"Interesting...fine then, at least get some stuff for your chamber to make it more presentable, that is an order.." She said–no, ordered. Demanded it. It wasn't a question that needed to be answered, it was a statement that needed to be followed. I knew I couldn't afford or wanted such accessories in my bedroom but for the sake of what Father wanted, I was forced to do so without another thought.
I nodded my head lightly, enough to show her my compliance towards her which she was pleased with.
Walking towards the door, she was ready to leave but still continued chatting with me–informing me of her business.
"Good, now I have personal matters to attend too, you are to come with me to the north of Snezhnaya–"
"Snezhnaya?! I thought us children weren't allowed–"
Her glare towards me made me back down instantly, causing me to gulp and hide away my hands under my long sleeves. That gleaming eye that was a crimson red that stared into the depths of my soul, all I knew was to never do that again.
"Now, seeing as your hair is still messed up and your noticeable bags under those courageous eyes of yours, you'll have a day off, go see your sisters to reduce that burden against your face and.." She walked over to face me and gave me that stare that every child would be afraid of, but I didn't back down. Instead, all of us knew not to fear over something we can fight against, fight your fears she'd say.
Staring back at her with my own, I didn't fight back or resist, I didn't hesitate to look at her, staring into her soul as if challenging her to a duel. That was one thing all of us never wanted.
"Never interrupt me again... Understood?" She stated with each word sounding like in distaste and disgust towards me. Though, I know she didn't hate me, she wasn't lenient either. Lecturing as she was, she had that authoritative figure that was known in the community but was still kind enough.
"Yes, Father." I said, my head now lowered once more to say my goodbye to her for the day. She looked at me for awhile, eyeing me up and down until she had left the room, the door closing to an audible shut.
After that, I fell onto my knees and clasped one of my palms against the back of my neck, heaving for air like I hadn't had a grasp of it in ages.
Father, not only was she a figure in my life.. but her aura, her power spoke of everything.
Yet, something else escaped her whole demented being. Something sinister, not the one she would usually wear, it was something else. The way she touched my nape, where she slid her pointed red nail across the symbolic birthmark that was there since I had been born.
It looked as if to be a star from what I've been told, a star that once used to be people's gazes, their own irises that shone like true beauty.
My fists clenched tightly against one another, feeling whatever emotion that so desperately wanted to slip out and fight against these barricades that drew me in, yet I could not seek them out in my mind. Something was there, but could it just be a delusion?
Nonsense. It had to be there, I just couldn't tell where.
Lyney and Lynette were practicing their facade for the festival, hoping to mesmerize the children with their little story of little acts and magics that they held onto their hands.
Lynette, being the acrobat as she was, was training herself to practice for the upcoming event.
Lyney, however, was watching his twin sister whilst clapping his hands to honor her role for being the best that she was. That was, until he spotted a certain someone at the corner of his eye!
"Y/n! Over here!" He gleefully said as he waved me over to come sit by him. I accepted and walked right over, even though I thought I looked ridiculous–no one in the family had bothered to say anything, knowing they'd have their heads chopped by Father.
"Lyney, Lynette, what a wonderful occasion we have here settled." I greeted with a small smile on my face.
Lynette stopped her practice for just the moment; wanting to take a break and chat with one of her sisters who sat next to Lyney, her twin brother.
The two twins, now sat next to each other and asking the usual questions from the time I've been here.
"Anything new with Father?" Lynette asked with almost a silent whisper, wanting to be discreet.
Though I admired her not wanting to get in trouble, she and her brother would find themselves in a bit of trouble if Father were to ever see them gossiping to one and another.
"Other than sending me with her with clearly no choice on the matter, nothing else is new." I stated as I picked a grape out of the bowl that Lyney had next to him all this time, and ate the small fruit as I told them everything that happened so far.
"Woke up late, got ready too late, Father noticed, but.. whats getting worse is the stiffening feeling in my neck. I think I might have meningitis-" I stated but was immediately interrupted by my brother, Lyney.
"Oh trust me, you don't have that. Since you're overworking and Father put you on a lot of the chores during this week, it probably made you really tense and sore." Lyney said, trying to encourage me that It wasn't something as terrifying as that.
He waved a hand towards me with that cunning smile he always wore, as if shooing me off and to go back and rest for the day. I furrowed my brows in confusion, hoping to settle with them for the time being but was undoubtedly shoo'ed of by the both of them and was forced to head back towards my quarters.
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