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Prussia. 1820.
It was a cold rainy night.
Inside of a church by the name Frauenkirche a little boy named Flavio laid there in a deep slumber.
He stirred uncomfortably in his sleep, body quivering and tears forming down his cheeks
His dreams, what he dreamed about was horrifying to say the least.
He sat there in that damn psych ward floor that disgusting white floor that was knocked drenched in blood
The small boy yelped backing away from the red liquid, when his back touched the wall he wanted to throw up.
What that wall was made of wasn’t bricks. It was flesh
Living pulsing flesh .
“O..oh my god!.. oh god oh god!!-“ the poor boy yelled back in fear eyes wider than ever as he jumped away from the wall almost like a cat, he clasped a hand to his mouth as he watched the flesh closing and closing the room getting smaller and smaller almost as if it was trying to make it and Flavio one thing.
“AH!!.. hah!..hah….ah…”
The small boy jumped and sat down his bed, cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he clasped a hand over his exploding heart beat, he looked over at his room and breath out a sign of relief knowing he was home and not in that awful place any longer
But just thinking about it again kept making his stomach hurl, he let out a small sob and whine
“bi..big brother..” he sobbed out gripping the bed sheets with his small hands, he looked over at the nightstand next to his bed he tried reaching for the pill bottle but he just couldn’t he felt too weak his body was too shaken, he let out another cry feeling absolutely pathetic
Small shaky feet touched the ground slowly over the table, he grabbed the handle of the candle and lit it up, bare small feet walked through the cold corridors of the church, Flavio always felt safe in religion and in his house but on nights like these, he just couldn’t help but feel paranoid
The small boy finally made it to his destination his gaze looked up and down at the giant wooden door infront of him, he slowly opened it causing it to creak
And there was his big brother, sleeping making Flavio face his back, the room smelt like smoke and Rosemaries
Flavio started having second doubts.
Was it really a good idea? The priest was sleeping and maybe he’d get in trouble and-
“Come on in Flavio..”
A voice deeper than his called, he looked at the bed and saw klaus already sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Flavio stepped in slowly.
“Bi..big brother I have a nightmare..”
“Ah.. another one this week huh? What was it about this time?”
Flavio froze at his question just the mere thought of remembering what he was dreaming made him almost want to throw up, klaus seems to take a notice how this and immediately dismiss the question
“Nevermind Kid.. forget it. Do you wish to rest with me today?”
Flavios whole face changed,
“Yes..yes please!”
Klaus chuckled at that
“Come on. Let’s pray to the Holy Spirit first”
He said as he clasped his hands.
Flavio nodded and walked over to him doing the same gesture, both boys closed their eyes and chanted the prayer in their head, praying was one of Flavios favorite activity in the church.
It gave him safety and protection to be talking to the Holy Spirit him and his brother are so devoted too
“Come on hop on bed..”
Flavio nodded and climbed on top of the bed making space for his older brother
The two laid there holding eachother and Flavio couldn’t help but be happier to be in his brothers arms and warmth, the way his brother was playing with his hair tenderly soothed him and made him want to go back to sleep.
“Flavio.”
“Mmm?…”
“Promise me.. you‘ll never leave m.. you’ll never stop being devoted to the Holy Spirit..”
“Mm.. I promise big brother..”