⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️
This post is meant all in good fun and is not intended to offend anyone's religious or spiritual sensibilities. I'd hope any Ghost fan would realize that, but you never know. I tagged this with "Scooby-Doo Satanism" for that reason. That said, if you DO want to do this in earnest, feel free. Also CW/TW for Catholicism.
So I thought to myself, "Self, Ghost sells Grucifix rosaries. There's also the "Dark Lord’s Prayer" in Ritual. And the "Holy Mother" bridge in Griftwood is kind of like a Hail Mary."
So I researched and embellished upon traditional rosary prayers and came up with this. Based upon the Meliora rosary because that's the one I have.
All prayer/lyrics credit to our Tender Father.
Begin by holding the Grucifix and reciting (or singing, if you prefer) The Depth of Satan's Eyes (Prayer A):
Into the eyes of fire
Into the gaze ablaze
Into the burning light
Of Satan's rays
Into the source of wisdom
Beyond the Bible lies
Into the endless depth
Of Satan's eyes
Next, on the first large bead, recite The Dark Lord’s Prayer (Prayer B):
Our father, who art in Hell
Unhallowed, be Thy name
Cursed be the sons and daughters
Of Thine nemesis who are to blame
Thy kingdom
Come
nemA
On each of the following large beads, recite The Holy Mother (Prayer C, 3x total):
Holy Mother
You washeth the sin from my feet
Holy Mother
You shine like the sun and the moon
And the stars in the sky
The world rests heavy on your shoulders
Holy Mother
You shine like the sun and the moon
And the stars in the sky
In the space before the next large bead, recite Year Zero (Prayer D):
He will tremble the nations
Kingdoms to fall one by one
Victim to fall for temptations
A daughter to fall for a son
The ancient Serpent Deceiver
To masses standing in awe
He will ascend to the heavens
Above the stars of god
Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero!
Repeat The Dark Lord’s Prayer (B) on the next large bead.
On the space after the bead, recite Per Aspera Ad Inferi (Prayer E):
Oh Satan, devour us all
Hear our desperate call
Per aspera ad inferi (x4)
Continue along the strand widdershins (counter-clockwise), and repeat The Holy Mother (C) on the next 9 large beads (9x total).
Repeat Year Zero (D), Dark Lord’s Prayer (B) and Per Aspera Ad Inferi (E) before, on, and after each single large bead, respectively, as before (3x total).
Repeat Prayers B-E in the same manner until returning to the Bite of Passage (the Y junction leading back to the Grucifix).
Four final prayers, Stand By Him (F), Majesty (G), Con Clavi Con Dio (H), and Satan Prayer (I), end the rosary, again holding the Grucifix:
A moon shone bright above Her trial
As flames ate through Her body defiled
The Witch Hammer struck Her down
On our Sabbath, She's unbound
'Tis the night of the Witch
'Tis the night of the Witch tonight
And the Vengeance is Hers
For as long as She stands by Him
⛧
Old One, Master
All beauty lies within You
Your Infernal Majesty!
⛧
Sathanas, we are One
Out of three, Trinity
Siamo con clavi
Siamo con Dio
Siamo con il nostro Dio scuro
⛧
Believe in one god do we
Satan almighty
The uncreator of heaven and soil
And the unvisable and the visable
And in his Son
Begotten of Father
By whom all things will be unmade
Who for man and his damnation
Incarnated
Rise up from hell
From sitteth on the left hand of his Father
From thense he shall come to judge
Out of one substance
With Satan
Whose kingdom shall haveth no end
nemA
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A shriek filled the once-peaceful courtyard, all eyes turned to the sight of a maid falling to her knees. Before her lay a body clothed in pure white, wine hair draped across the soft grass as its owner lay unmoving.
Blood. Crimson red and cruel, it spattered the serene gardens’ flowering buds, painting their once-soft colors into violent vibrance.
Next, the nobles’ eyes turned to the shattered glass. And then… onto you.
“P-Poison!”
Saintess Kafka’s personal maid was quick to screech in alarm, holding the noble woman to her chest as blood trickled from her mouth. “S-Saintess Kafka has been poisoned!”
“Call the physician!”
“Move, the Imperial Physician is on her way! Make way!”
You felt your throat go dry, your own blood running cold.
Who would dare poison the Saintess? And on a day like today no less?
It seems the nobles already had their answer, their gazes pointed on your wilting form.
“Was that glass not the one belonging to Lady ▉▉▉▉▉▉? Does Lady Y/N not… resent her? Especially after Lord Gepard...”
“It seems you’re right… And she was standing quite close, no less.”
“Look over there. Poor Lady ▉▉▉▉▉▉, she’s trembling… She must be so frightened.”
Me…? No, but I would never poison the Saintess! What reason would I have?!
Their words were like venom, their eyes full of malice as the guards arrived at the scene. It only took one of them speaking up for your heart to drop to your feet.
“No, I swear—!”
“Lady Y/N did it! I saw her!” a young noblewoman cried out, pointing her fan in your direction. You froze, mouth dry as you tried to defend yourself. “I saw her pour something strange, almost like a powder, right into Lady ▉▉▉▉▉▉’s drink! Then, Saintess Kafka drank it by mistake! It was all her!”
“No!” you cried in response, whipping your head around to find someone, anyone who would defend you. “I swear, it wasn’t me! I would never!”
Finally, your gaze landed on one. A familiar head of raven hair stood in the crowd, aquamarine eyes staring at you in shock. You smiled wobbly, trying to reach out. He was the only noble who had treated you with kindness left.
“Lord Dan Heng! Oh, thank goodness! Please, please tell them…”
He squeezed his eyes shut, turning away with a look of scorn. You felt a pang through your chest. Somehow, his silence felt worse than any disdainful words he could’ve imparted upon you. You once again scan the area, and finally, you fell upon your last resort.
“F-Father!”
You walked over, clinging to your father’s coat.
The cold Duke stared back.
“Father, t-tell them… I’m your daughter, aren’t I? Tell them it’s all a misunderstanding! I didn’t—”
Duke Louis Fleming slapped your hand away. His brow furrowed, and he turned to the guards.
“Tell the Emperor we must expedit this trial. I’ll not have my honor tarnished any further than it already has been by this child. I’ll have nothing to do with her.”
You dropped to your knees.
“O-Of course!”
“Right away, Your Grace!”
There was no fight left to be had in you. You had to be forcibly dragged to your feet by the Imperial Guards, taken away against your will as you gazed up at your father one last time.
He hardly spared you one last contemptuous look, almost as though it was difficult for him to even face you, before turning away, walking with the other guards towards the Imperial Palace.
The nobles continued to whisper and gossip.
Saintess Kafka was taken away, and you didn’t even have it in you to wish she was okay.
Eventually, you forgot what happened next.
—
The trial was mostly blocked from memory.
All you could remember was the cold, desolate prison cell you had been tossed into, the harsh meals you had to endure. As a noblewoman growing up in luxury, it was almost akin to torture.
Then, you remembered more guards, and the sudden brightness and commotion of the courtroom.
Even expedited, it had taken three days for your trial to occur.
In that time, Saintess Kafka had recovered, and was indifferently present when the charges were brought against you.
You recall being able to say nothing in your own defense. Not after the only man who spoke kindly to you and the only family you ever had had forsaken you.
It was traumatic, hearing the nobles clamoring for your execution, for your head to be displayed on the walls of the Stellaron Capital’s walls, a warning to those who would dare harm the purest woman in the entire Empire.
However…
“Considering her noble lineage and the weight of her family’s name, Lady Y/N of the Stella Duchy is hereby banished from the Stellaron Empire forever in lieu of an execution.”
You didn’t even have it in you to feel anything. The news was numbing, yet insignificant now that you’d fallen this far.
“Should she return to this noble Empire, she shall be executed upon sight.”
You only stared down at your feet, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
“This sentence will be carried out at once. Guards, summon the carriage.”
And now, you were here. Staring out the window of the dreary horse-drawn carriage, gazing up into the night sky.
Where had things gone so wrong for you?
Was it when you first realized that your own father had no fatherly love to give his own daughter?
Was it when Lord Gepard denied your proposal? Was it when he perished on the front lines, the very battle he escaped to to avoid marrying you after you forced his hand with your family’s influence?
Was it the moment you decided to take out your anger on that noble lady of the Astral County, who seemed to hold the militant Lord Gepard’s affections far more than you ever could?
Or maybe it was when Lord Dan Heng, the only one to show you kindness after Lord Gepard’s departure from this life, turned away from you in your moment of need.
Maybe it was also when your father finally left you behind once and for all.
The one and only stain on his perfect legacy.
Was there… ever any love to be had for me in this life?
If I could just go back… start over, and do everything again… Could I find people who would care for me?
The rickety journey came to a sudden halt, shaking you from your thoughts. Outside, you heard commotion in an instant, clamoring and yelling following suit as metal clashed.
“...figure in the distance! Ready your swords!”
“Wait, it’s—!”
“...A-Archduke?! You cannot—! AAGH!”
“Someone, send for help!”
“Run! Run!”
Screams and shouts of anguish resounded, and you squeezed your eyes shut, covering your ears at the sounds. A splatter of blood splashed onto the window opposite you, and you screamed despite yourself.
Your despondency was replaced by fear as all went quiet outside mere moments after the havoc had risen. And then, the carriage door flew open.
Your eyes fell upon the glimmering sword that stabbed into the wooden floor. It was already soaked in blood—very likely the blood of your accompanying guards and coachman.
“W-Who are you?!” you trembled violently, the tall figure stalking towards you as you pressed yourself into the furthest corner of the carriage. “I-I’ve already been tried!”
“As if a mere banishment could appease me for the crime you’ve committed against Saintess Kafka.”
That rough voice was accompanied by a pair of blood-red eyes, and you froze once more.
The Duke of the North. A monster of a man—if he could even be called a man at all—known for both his exploits in war and his horrifyingly violent disposition.
Archduke Blade.
Surely, the Aeons must despise you, have some vendetta against you. Why else would they send this monster of a man as your executioner?
Was it because you failed to live virtuously in any capacity? Was it because, in their all-seeing eyes, the harm that befell their pious daughter was in some way indirectly your fault?
You clasped your hands together, tears springing to your eyes. He was blocking the only exit. You had no way of escape. Your heart raced, and you began to sob.
“Please, Your Grace! You have to listen! I-It wasn’t me! Please, p-please spare my life!”
His expression was cruel. There was no sympathy to be had anywhere.
“I can’t believe you have the gall to beg. You deserve this. All of this.”
Sharp, white-hot pain stabbed through you. You blinked away your tears, realizing in the final moment you had left that the legendary sword of the Duke of the North had pierced your heart.
Those crimson eyes were the last thing you ever saw in this life.
I just… want to go back…
And then, everything went black.
—
“...dy Y/N?”
You groaned, raising a hand to your forehead. The sun was too bright…
“Lady Y/N, you must wake up...”
Wait, sun?!
You shot up in bed, shocking your maid greatly. “Lady Y/N!”
A hand flew to your chest, right over your heart, feeling for a wound, a hole of some sort where the Archduke’s sword had cut you down. To your complete shock, you found nothing.
“Lady Y/N…? Are you all right?” Your maid looked upon you kindly, placing a hand to your forehead. “You’re quite pale!”
You ignored her, continuing to press. There wasn’t even a hint of pain at the site of your stabbing.
“What happened… to the Archduke? Where is he…?” you mumbled aloud, wincing as a thick haze covered your thoughts. How were you alive?
“The Archduke, my lady?” your maid was baffled, wetting a cloth in a basin as she gently pressed it to your cheeks. The warm water felt good on your clammy skin. “What in the world would you have to do with a man such as him? Last I heard, he’s been taking care of bandits in the North.”
“Bandits…” You recalled that, several years ago, troupes of bandits were rampant along the northern border. The Archduke was sent to subdue them, and ever since then, bandits hadn’t been reported—or at least, they weren’t prevalent enough for high society’s gossip to take an interest…
You nearly fell out of bed, if it weren’t for your maid catching you.
“My lady!”
“Cecilia…” your mouth went dry, staring into her eyes. You recalled at last those same eyes full of tears, begging for mercy on your behalf, only to be carted away as an accomplice… The only one who had done such a thing for you.
“What year is it?”
“It’s Stellar Year X90, my lady… Your debutante is in just three months.”
That was—that was ten whole years ago!
Your debutante?!
“It’s breakfast time, and you had a meeting with the dressmaker regarding your debutante dress, as well as your dress for the Imperial Banquet…” Cecilia explained warily. The strained expression on your face worried her, assuming the worst, that you might start throwing your belongings again. “And you need to find a partner…”
Your mind was racing.
You’d gone back. Back into the past.
“Cecilia, can you leave me alone for a moment?” you murmured, resting your head in your hand. “I… need to wake up.”
The raven-haired woman seemed taken aback at your calm demeanor, stepping back with a slightly shocked nod.
“I’ll… leave you be to wake up, Lady Y/N. Please ring the bell if you need anything.”
“Yes… Thank you.”
Your maid left, but not without one final glance at you in the large, lavish space you called your bedroom.
You sat on your bed, dumbfounded. Briefly, you raised a hand to your arm, pinching lightly.
“Ouch.”
It wasn’t a dream. Somehow, in some way, you have returned to the past.
At this point in time, your reputation in the eyes of high society was already quite low. However, that was only because of rumors that spread from within your house—you hadn’t yet made a fool of yourself publicly.
“Three months until my debutante, huh…”
Your mind raced, but one thing was certain.
With this chance granted by the Aeons, you would fix everything that befell you.
You would stop treating those around you with such unfounded vitriol and cruelty. You would gather people to your side, find your place in society, and ensure your standing was secure.
You would find out who really did plot to poison Saintess Kafka, hopefully before they could even get the chance. And you would ensure that your image in the eyes of the nobles was no longer that of a foolish, childish, selfish silver-spooned lady.
You would alter the future, for yourself and for all those who suffered from your actions.
This time… you’d make it right.
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