Principes de Guillotine - Book of Rouge - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 – The Boy Who Cried Blood


Some years after the establishment of the holy city of Geneva, countless towns scattered across the surrounding area. Men and women, boys and girls, all seduced by His Holiness’ great jeweled offering: the night sky. In this one town, Guillotina, named in honor of His Holiness, there lived a young boy, Belcher. As the son of a baguette baker, Belcher experienced a childhood where he was comforted by the lifestyle of the noblest of elites. Every day, Belcher would watch his father bake a couple dozen baguettes, then sell it to the villagers who generously paid for such delicacies.

When Belcher was 7 years old, he asked his father, “Why do people care so much about this stupid piece of bread? I’d much rather eat a croissant.” His father, shocked by such disrespect towards His Holiness, replied calmly, “Son, do not speak such sinful words... He has given us this gift which we must provide for the people of this land.” Confused by what his father said, Belcher thought little of it, and continued his chores.

At the age of 9, Belcher began helping his father by baking baguettes each day. Although to many it was an honor to bake His baguettes, Belcher had little satisfaction with, in his opinion, a dull job. Many times, because of sheer impatience, Belcher would step outside the bakery into the streets, where he would converse with other children who doubted His divine offerings. Because he did this though, the baguettes were often times burnt. Smoke would engulf the bakery, which Belcher’s father would then have to purify with His holy water.

To a truly devout Guillotinist, Belcher’s actions were unforgivable, disregarding his duties as the son of a baguette baker. Belcher, however, did not mind such condemnation, and carried on with his deeds, burning His baguettes, and indulging in croissants instead.

After several years of Belcher’s insolence, his father had had enough, and decided to give Belcher another task, which he could perhaps correctly complete by now. Belcher was now in charge of moistening the dough, and afterwards, cutting and shaping the dough into the appropriate size. As always however, Belcher found ways to commit sacrilege.

Every time he finished cutting a piece of the dough, Belcher would cry, “Blood, blood! I’m bleeding!” His father would come rushing in, only to find out that Belcher’s hand had not even the slightest mark of a cut. Falling for Belcher’s trick, Belcher chuckled at his father in a truly possessed manner. Time and time again, Belcher would play the same old trick on his caring father, enjoying his worried look.

His Holiness, gazing from above all which mankind could only glimpse at, observed Belcher’s blasphemy, causing his heart to swell with compassion for the poor father. Although it pained His Holiness very much to punish one of children, it was the only thing which would set things right, He thought. And so, it was one day when Belcher was playing his trick on his father again, when suddenly, Belcher really was bleeding this time. His father, who had given up on believing his own son, ignored the scream of pain. Having cut his two arm, blood began spilling uncontrollably from his gash. His Holiness did not realize that Belcher’s father would ignore his son, and because of this, Belcher, gasping for his final breaths of air, died a gruesome death. Sinking into a pool of blood, Belcher could no longer experience the warm rays of His Holiness’ love.

As Belcher’s soul was ready to be lifted into the presence of His Holiness, a strong current of evil seemed to reverse Belcher’s submission toward enlightenment. Leaving his body, Belcher soon drifted in a cloudy world, darkened by a black sun. It was here where he found burnt baguettes and rivers made of charcoal-colored blood. And it was here, where Belcher’s soul manifested into forever burning, bleeding Maléfice. Today, Guillotinists refer to him as the Anti-Guillotinist, a despicable being who haunts innocent mortals into submitting to the will of all which is untruthful and heretical against His Holiness.



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Yours Truly,
Monsieur Guillontine
His Holiness, Monsieur Baguette, God of Gods