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The forgotten

Summary:

“We archivists have never seen the light of the day nor the darkness of the night. We archivists, orphans of life, have only known the roughness of books and papers. We archivists, know everything but our own birth. We archivists, know the very life of the poorest man on Earth and can recite the life of a commoner born in the century you don’t even know. We archivists, can recite what happened the day the new era of magic appeared. We archivists, shall reveal the secrets never told. We archivists shall reveal the truth of the Emeritus Bloodline.”

Chapter 1: July 1st 2017

Notes:

Greetings fellow Ghost fan ! The Forgotten is a fanfiction heavily based on the lore the band Ghost but also some of their songs and Headcanons that I may have come across on the Internet. This will be a fanfiction consisting mostly of one shots letters or journal entries written by the characters. There will be no particular order in the same I will post the chapters so in the end you will have to recreate the right order. I hope you will like it and feel free to advise me in the comments if needed !!

Chapter Text

This letter was found in the West Wing of the Ministry, an area said by many of my ghouls to be one of the saddest place to wonder around. Despair and Misery have weaved their webs in the darkest corners cleansing the corridors of any happiness. Enjoyment never last around there. When bliss happened to thrive, walls soon drain and drain until it dies completely.

This letter sums up what happens when the walls have finished to steal away joy and contentment. Bounded to remain lost, it only took a lost soul to dig up the remnants of a terrible secrecy.

My Ghouls retrieved the letter for me but couldn't find the sheet music that went it. Here what it said :

 

July 1st 2017, West Wing, Papa Emeritus III's chambers.

From Papa Emeritus III to Quintessence Ghoul (Omega)

 

"Omega, caro mio,

For over a year now you have been the light illuminating my nights and the warmth cradling me into my dreams. Since the day I have found you, my mind has never allowed me to be completely honest with you and now, at the verge of the endless pit to the Pandemonium, I recall all of the times I could have told you how much I cared about you.

I can feel something brooding over my head and weighting on my shoulders like a pile of nasty lies. Today I overheard a conversation between Sister Imperator and Saltarian about a great renovation in the Ministry. They were scheming and I do not think Father knows about it. I have never trusted that old Gorgon but Father has been blinded by her poisonous words. I am scared of leaving this place because I do not believe I will ever come back. My brothers have been requested to remain at the Ministry while I am away, those bozos do not seem to be aware of what is happening behind our back. Lately, Secondo has been too occupied with hosting his demonical orgies, while Primo has ben peacefully enjoying his retirement by spending his days in his private gardens. I do not want them to worry about me or our future. I do not think they would believe me anyway after what happened last time... I want someone to know that even with everything we all went through, I still loved my brothers dearly and that I could have done anything to ensure us a somewhat normal life. I will always love them both even if we have been raised in a strict environment which forbade us to have a brotherly relationship... I want you to remember this so the memories do not die with me. I have hidden somewhere my tales of the infamous Three headed Hellbound of the Ministry, I am sure you will know where to look. I believe in you.

I shall miss my brothers but they have chosen a path that I do not want to follow anymore. They have closed their eyes when I have decided to keep them wide open. Religion is only a pretext for Power, which leads inevitably to loneliness. I want to live for my music and for the bonds I make with the people that are smart enough to listen to my rants like you did. Soon, I'll have to go back on tour to see the smiles on their desperate faces and the tears flooding the floors at my feet. I need to hear them shout at me that I have saved them from misery so I can be certain that I have done at least  one thing useful in my life... To know that I was enough... Father has never understood why I was so kin on performing rather than praising our Dark Lord. I'll be honest, neither did I, but at least praising him was a way to meet you. 

You know my dear, I do not think we stay dead too long, I believe there is something else after the doors of death. Perhaps a place where we could meet again ? Perhaps the meadow beneath the moonless sky where we first met ? I hope I could see your face one last time before leaving so I can have a light to hold tight and restrain me from drowning in my Family's despair. I apologize you had to meet me in such circumstances caro mio, I wish we had met in an ordinary setting with ordinary lives and ordinary occupations. It would have been nice to grow old with you, to see your face wrinkled from your beautiful smile you always offered to the world. I, at least, know that I am not alone but never will be with you by your side. Something is about to change in our lives and I am sorry I tangled you up in this. I hope one day you will forgive me for falling in love with you. Find me beneath the moonless sky where we can finally share one Life Eternal.

 

Terzo."