Voltruist had grown accustomed to life as a priest, the past few years were hard but he got by. It still hurt his family cut him off for something he didn’t start but did play a part in. The fact no one believed him, everyone saw him as some lust filled charlatan, who preys on men. When given the options, he choice priesthood. Atleast the choice wasn’t cutting parts off him or scrambling part of his brain.
He got moved to the Vatican, where he worked in the library and he fell inlove. Books were easy, books were nice, they didn’t abuse you, they didn’t say cruel things, or threaten you. He spend his whole days hidden, organizing books, gathering what was needed for others, and even reading. They had lots hidden from the world and he found it ashame. Though he didn’t voice it, he never felt he had a voice. There wasn’t one with his parents or the guy who pushed him into that kiss. It was only a kiss and yet it ruined his life. Though maybe not, he may never know life with another man but it could be good here.
Here with the books, safe, and away from abuse. Even in the church he come to know abuse. The beatings from rulers and slaps at his face, it was like home only not starved and locked in a closet. Though years of being starved Voltruist had developed eating problems, he tend to skip meals and not eat too much, just enough to not raise questions. Plus he was short and small, no one really paid much attention to him. He felt so invisible in the world, but he was fine with it, meant no physical pain.
Today he was just happy to be with the books, he took such good care of them. He was left alone here and so he worked. The library needed to be at its best, everything in this part needed to be, the archbishop was arriving. He had a mission to go on and needed a few books to help aid him along with a few relics. Another priest look after the relics, father john. He was quiet so Voltruist didn’t mind him and father john like that Voltruist was also quiet.
Voltruist got everything in order and had pulled the requested books, he felt pride in his work, knowing the archbishop be pleased with his work ethic. So when the archbishop arrived there was a slight confusion. The archbishop said he was missing one and when letters were shown the fault was with whom wrote the letter to Voltruist.
“I am terribly sorry, i will grab that at once. ” Voltruist responded in that soft quiet voice he had.
“The fault lies not with you father Voltruist, if you dont mind I’ll join you in searching that book.” The archbishop replied.
Voltruist gave a nod, not one to argue, though maybe he shoild have, maybe if he had a stronger spine, more confidence. They moved through the vass library, far from others, just the two of them. Voltruist went to reach for the book when the archbishop grabbed his wrist and had him pinned to the shelf. Voltruist was confused by the act and started at him “Archbishop….?” He ask confusingly.
“Don’t stand there so surprise, you love around here luring and taunting. I know why you were brought in. How you seduced the men back in your home town.” His other hand was sliding between Voltruist legs causing him panic as he squirmed, his one free hand pushing and pulling at the hand. Little whine sound escape him “no what are you doing.” He couldn’t believe the blasphemy that was happening.
The archbishop merely smack his hand away shoving his knee between his legs, grinding it against him. Voltruist cared not how his body wanted to react, he didn’t want it and not with the archbishop. He tried to protest louder but he was force into a kiss, shoving and hitting at the archbishop. His hand frantically feeling the shelf as he felt the man hands pulling at his clothes, his other hand let go, he tried to fight at him, but the archbishop took and slammed his head against the shelf, causing Voltruist to crumble to the ground dazed.
The archbishop was much bigger then him, in both height and weight. He was ontop Voltruist so fast before his brain registered, feeling the fabric of his robes rip to expose his back, hands that explored it, he managed to roll over under him. A slap rang out as Voltruist reeled from it, he could tadte metallic flavors of his own blood from his lip splitting. This wasn’t how he wanted a first time to be and he tried to think. As the archbishop reach to try and free him of his pants, Voltruist grab the rosary he had and took the cross, jamming it deep into the archbishop eye. This caused the archbishop to give up now cursing and then getting up to kick Voltruist.
“You little worthless shit, you’ll be sorry, you’re going to regret this.” He sneered and ran off.
Voltruist had curled at the kick, when the archbishop ran off he sat up and held himself, back against the shelf, trying to over come what just happened. It wasn’t long before father john found him, he seen the archbishop run past holding his bleeding eye. He saw Voltruist, the busted lip and his robe ripped and knew. He knew the archbishop did horrid things here to young priest, even he himself was a victim of the archbishop. He gathered real quick what Voltruist did to defend himself. He help him up and took him to his room so he could change, then clean up his lip and gave a cold rag for his face “Just know what you did wasn’t wrong. Never regret defending yourself.” He told Voltruist, knowing it would be him who paid.
The church defended and hid archbishop sinful crimes, he knew Voltruist wasn’t going to have the peaceful life he grew to anymore. He like having him around, Voltruist told no one of Johns blackmarket book sales, he often sell books from the private library. He was going to have to be clever again on it, he left Voltruist alone knowing how it was.
Voltruist went to the library after cleaning up and grab a book he had enjoyed reading, wrote in the back *’be wary of archbishop andrews, he is not a good man nor of God. I’ll likely never be heard from again, but do not let him win. Father Voltruist’* put it back hoping it warn others so no one suffer such a fate.
Couple days later and Voltruist was told he never be back in the library, God called him elsewhere. He went off with hunters on a mission to learn things for where he be relocated too. Never to would he ever return.