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The Dollmaker	By : roryheadmav Category: +G to L > Gankutsuou Views: 2880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial
work of fiction based on the anime/manga Gankutsuou and the comic
book The Sandman. Original copyright of Gankutsuou belongs
to Mahiro Maeda, Gonzo/Media Factory, GDH. Original copyright of The
Sandman belongs to Neil Gaiman and DC Comics. Absolutely no monetary
gain has been made with this work.
THE DOLLMAKER

©
December 6, 2005 By Rory V. Pascual
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fanfic was inspired by a lovely piece of fanart
made by Gankutsuou LJ community member Kat. The charm of her art prompted
me to come up wth a fantasy tale reminiscent of my "Teddy Bear Tales" series
from Highlander fandom. If you wish to see Kat's art, you can see it in
my website's version of this story at http://www.geocities.com/roryheadmav/dollmaker1.html.
A link to a bigger version of the fanart is there. Thank you, Kat, for
the inspiration!

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CHAPTER ONE
Once upon a time, there was
a young godling who was imprisoned inside a box. Why he was locked up inside
that box, no one knew. Not even he knew the reason for his incarceration.
If it was for a crime, it must have been a terrible one, because imprisoned
with this gentle being were the vilest, most corrupt, most evil creatures
that the gods had deemed too dangerous to be let loose in the universe.
Because of his kind nature, the godling was relentlessly abused by his
fellow prisoners, but he endured it all with a cheerful smile.
"Why do you smile?" the demons
railed at him. "You should be weeping and gnashing your teeth at the treatment
we've been giving you."
With one eye swollen shut and
blood trickling from a corner of his mouth, the godling answered, "I smile
because I know that this torment will come to an end. Whether it comes
on the morrow, the day after that, or even after several millennia, it
does not matter. I know that there will be an end to all this. All I have
to do is wait and hope." At these words, a smile lit up his bruised yet
still handsome face.
"FOOL!" A demon struck him
in the jaw.
"IDIOT!" Another kicked him
in the belly.
As the malevolent creatures
fell upon him once more, the godling merely closed his eyes and sighed,
that smile still curled up his lips. "It does not matter," he whispered,
as the blows rained down upon him. "The end will come soon. Wait and hope�that
is what I must do."
Patience was a virtue that
served the godling well. As he had expected, the demons soon grew weary
of their sport and of incarceration in general. Rather than expend all
unnecessary energies beating him up, they wiled their time cursing the
gods for imprisoning them for the sake of humanity.
Humans� thought the godling.
He had been observing these fascinating creatures in the past. They
must be very special indeed to gain the special favor of the deities.
One day, the godling was jolted
to wakefulness by an earthquake, or that's what he believed at first. He
soon realized that their prison was being born away to a destination he
knew not where. After a lengthy period of heaving and jostling, that only
served to infuriate the demons, the box changed hands.
"Humans! The scent is unmistakable!"
a demon hissed. A wide grin formed on its hideous face as it gazed at the
godling. "You're right! There IS an end! With the help of these stupid
humans, we shall soon be free!"
The humans, in question, were
a man and his wife. Many times, the godling would listen to them, and his
heart would be warmed. They were truly devoted to each other. Their love
would outlast the limited life span that was given to all mortals.
The godling let out a wistful
sigh as he heard the passionate sounds of their coupling. Oh, how I
wish I had been born a human instead of an immortal. If I were a human,
I could find someone to love and who would love me just as deeply.
The woman, however, had one fatal
flaw. She possessed an insatiable curiosity that demanded that it be satisfied
at all cost. Unfortunately, the object of her fascination was the box.
Do not open it! the godling
struggled to convey his desperate message to the woman with the power of
his honest heart. I don't mind being locked up in here for all eternity,
as long as the others are not freed!
But the godling underestimated
the persuasive prowess of demons.
"Open the box!" they tempted
the woman. "Set us free and we shall give you riches! We shall give you
powers akin to the gods!"
Urged by those promises, twice,
thrice, the woman came close to lifting the cover of the box. By some uncanny
premonition, her husband arrived home earlier than expected, just in time
to stop her.
"Never open this box, good
wife," her husband chided her, "lest a terrible punishment befall us."
No threat of punishment, however,
could deter the woman from satisfying her curiosity.
One late afternoon, while her
husband was out on an errand, the woman went towards the box once more.
"Just a peek," she whispered
as she laid her hand on the cover. "All I have to do is raise the lid a
bit and peek inside."
"DON'T OPEN IT!" the godling
cried in unison with the woman's husband who had burst through the door.
But that narrow opening was
enough. The lid was flung back, and all the demons, the plagues of mankind,
flew out. With bloodthirsty glee, they attacked the poor couple, inflicting
terrible wounds upon their mortal bodies. Despite his agony, somehow, the
man managed to reach up and close the box once more.
"Thank you for freeing us!"
the demons cackled as they took off into the blood red afternoon sky. "We
go now to reward all humankind with eternal torment!"
When the demons had departed,
the godling could hear no other sounds but the couple's ragged breathing
and soft weeping.
"What have you done, my foolish
wife!" the husband at last said, his words heavy with reproach. "Your infernal
curiosity has condemned us all!"
"Forgive me, dear husband!"
the woman cried in remorse. "Oh, please forgive me!"
The godling found the couple's
anguish too unbearable. Flying up to the cover, he called out, "Please
let me out! I beg you to release me, so I can heal your wounds!" He pushed
at the lid with his tiny hands, but something heavy was keeping it closed.
"No!" It was the woman. "I
won't be tricked again!"
"I'm not like those who escaped!
Please believe me!" the godling pleaded earnestly. "I beg you to set me
free that I may save your lives!"
"Let it go," the husband then
said with calm resignation. "If it kills us, at least, we will be spared
from the shame of seeing our friends and loved ones upon whom we have unleashed
this plague of evil."
After what seemed like an eternity,
the woman opened the cover. Swiftly, the godling fluttered out, growing
to the size of the pitiful humans kneeling, bleeding on the floor. With
his powers, he immersed the couple in a rose pink light, healing their
wounds. He also cleansed them of their shame and guilt, taking it inside
him until their pain was now his.
Taking the woman's face in
his now blue-colored hands, he wiped her tears away.
"Your hands�" she gasped. "They
are so cold."
"It is nothing," the godling
reassured her. "It is merely a side effect of taking the hurts in your
heart. Please weep no more, dear lady. Put this all behind you and live
a peaceful life with your beloved husband."
"But what about those�creatures?"
the man asked. "What is going to happen to mankind?"
"I understand now why I was
imprisoned inside that box. I am now knowledgeable of the caprices of these
demons, and it is only I who could lessen the damage that they could inflict
upon the mortal soul." The godling looked at the couple, his odd-colored
eyes shining with kindness. "The fight against all these evils still rests
upon the shoulders of mankind, however. But I shall share with you humans
my gift. It will give you the strength to battle against evil." He gave
the couple a tender smile. "Through the two of you, I have seen just how
precious is the love that you humans possess. It's the least I could do
to show you my thanks for teaching me how to love."
"Ah, but you cannot know love
until you have found someone to give your heart to and who will give you
their heart in return." The woman kissed the godling's hands in gratitude.
"I pray that you shall be gifted with such a great love. A kind-hearted
being such as yourself should not live through an eternity of sacrifice
alone."
"And I receive your wonderful
prayer with my sincerest gratitude."
The godling gave the couple
a gracious bow and flew off into the sky. True to his word, he bestowed
upon all sentient beings, not just humans, his most precious gift. For
a time, the entire universe basked in the warm pink glow of his love.
However, as time passed, the
godling saw that the humans were losing their battles against the irresistible
wiles of the evils that plague them. Seeing that he had no other choice
but to directly intervene on behalf of mankind, the godling returned to
the mortal world.
Little did he know that his
love for all humanity was another box, a trap that he would find difficulty
escaping from�.

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