#devil will

I have a need for DevilWill from this post. I humbly offer this photo manip as sacrifice to the fic gods.  

Alright nonny, here’s another 100 words for you.

[part one]

Hannibal’s icy hand is warmed to the bone inside the man’s strong grip. “Who are you?” he asks, snow crunching beneath his boots as they near the shed where Mischa lies.

“I have many names,” he says, “but you can call me Will.”

“Are you God?”

Will smiles. His blue eyes glow, a flash of orange and red. “Not exactly. But I did hear your prayers.”

Hannibal’s eyes fix on the shed’s half-open door. “Can you save her?”

Hannibal Lecter is ten years old. His hands have gone blue from the cold. His sister’s corpse has been in the shed for days, too frozen to begin to rot.

“Please,” his little voice turns to ice on the air. “Please.”

A looming shadow rises from the ground, smoke billowing from its feet in enormous plumes. As the smoke clears, the shadow takes on the shape of a man. He is sharply dressed and handsome. Curls fall down into his piercing blue eyes.

“Come,” he says, the snow at his feet melting.

Yesss nonny omg. A devil!Will who is righteous and just above all else. Who is fair (he did give Hannibal 40 years to enjoy the fruits of his sacrifice after all) despite the fact that he is condemning souls to hell for all eternity. But Will’s hell isn’t all about torture and pain... it embodies the spirit of Contrapasso in every way. The innocent are never tormented because of their sacrifice... it is only those who have been truly evil in life that will suffer in his kingdom.

But then there’s Hannibal, who very much deserves torment and suffering, who deserves an eternity of pain, but he’s so very different from any other human that Will has ever met that he can’t bear the thought of parting from him. For all his power, Will was alone before Hannibal, and it’s not often that the literal devil meets his match.