2009.05.2318:19
Angels and Demons同人 - Camerlengo中心
昨天晚上冒着复习不完的风险和同学去把这电影看了..
看完了还真没后悔 这片子果然赞（拇指）
整部片子里的symbolism用到极致，而且不仅有戏剧性还有种扭曲的美感(?)..
剧透啥的懒得写了...总之某小子冲进conclave大吼"He is alive. He saved all of us. He is alive."的时候我一个激灵就激动起来了...这里象征真主复活的symbolism简直是神了(点头)
还有我很萌camerlengo喔(心) (<这是啥)
不说废话了直接扔同人
以下随笔，剧透注意
+Thy Sinner Lies Within+
- My Lord, forgive my sins and cleanse my uncleanliness, for glory lies in your hand, forever and ever.
Written by Mochi
BGM: alterna (其实根本就是凑的((被抽)
It was natural instinct that pushed Camerlengo Ventresca off the helicopter.
No, not his usual savvy, which had led him along his flawless plan. Nor was he thinking about his scheme, the scheme concerning his future status, power, and even his meaning of life. He only jumped because his instinct had told him so. It's merely a reflex arc that reacted with fear and cowardice when the knowledgement of death knocked him out of his accustomed sangfroid
- VOY. A. MORIR.*
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看完了还真没后悔 这片子果然赞（拇指）
整部片子里的symbolism用到极致，而且不仅有戏剧性还有种扭曲的美感(?)..
剧透啥的懒得写了...总之某小子冲进conclave大吼"He is alive. He saved all of us. He is alive."的时候我一个激灵就激动起来了...这里象征真主复活的symbolism简直是神了(点头)
还有我很萌camerlengo喔(心) (<这是啥)
不说废话了直接扔同人
以下随笔，剧透注意
+Thy Sinner Lies Within+
- My Lord, forgive my sins and cleanse my uncleanliness, for glory lies in your hand, forever and ever.
Written by Mochi
BGM: alterna (其实根本就是凑的((被抽)
It was natural instinct that pushed Camerlengo Ventresca off the helicopter.
No, not his usual savvy, which had led him along his flawless plan. Nor was he thinking about his scheme, the scheme concerning his future status, power, and even his meaning of life. He only jumped because his instinct had told him so. It's merely a reflex arc that reacted with fear and cowardice when the knowledgement of death knocked him out of his accustomed sangfroid
- VOY. A. MORIR.*
↓↓↓↓↓
Descending from the sky, Camerlengo clutched tightly to the ropes, his parachute unfolding in the air like the feeble petals of a poppy flower. He felt himself being dragged helpless against the air resistance, which constantly pushes him up toward the heavenly hell.
He shuddered with the thought of the last sight of the flashing battery light. The beautiful substance in the vassel shone like liquid sapphire against the dark pilot seat, something that's too lovely to be called "hazardous". Now it is sitting quietly in the helicopter at least 200 feet above Camerlengo's position, ready to explode any minute.
He looked down at the St. Peters Square with everyone looking up upon him. They watched him just like everyone else had done throughout his entire life. However, he saw something different in their eyes this time. It is something solid yet hard to explain; something he desires so much yet impossible to describe in human words.
At last, he came up with the word "reverence" in his mind and chuckled lightly with morbid satisfaction. Yes, reverence would be the right word, since they were all saluting him with eyes filled with veneration as if the Christ was about to land on this sinful earth to perform his Second Coming. He knew that their awe morphs into a sense of dependence, like the kind of reliance and faith that a blind man would have in his miracle healer by the Pool of Bethesda.
Camerlengo was struck by a stature of angel that stuck out of the old bell tower as he continued to descend. Although he was far from a masochist, every clash he failed to dodge excited him even more, because he knew that each scar begotten in this purgatory will further exaggerate his herosim.
He inhaled deeply and muttered lowly as the antimatter exploded far above him. The tiny substance burst into millions of light beams, thrusting apart every bonds between its atoms and releasing in every direction the energy that could devour the entire Vatican City plus half of Rome.
Concealed behind the wind and explosion, Camerlengo pulled another twisted smile, his insanity led to only one thing in his mind -
Glory. Shameless yet satiable glory.
-
part 1 END/.
*Voy a morir是西班牙语不是噫大梨语OTZ
- 意为"我会死。"
He shuddered with the thought of the last sight of the flashing battery light. The beautiful substance in the vassel shone like liquid sapphire against the dark pilot seat, something that's too lovely to be called "hazardous". Now it is sitting quietly in the helicopter at least 200 feet above Camerlengo's position, ready to explode any minute.
He looked down at the St. Peters Square with everyone looking up upon him. They watched him just like everyone else had done throughout his entire life. However, he saw something different in their eyes this time. It is something solid yet hard to explain; something he desires so much yet impossible to describe in human words.
At last, he came up with the word "reverence" in his mind and chuckled lightly with morbid satisfaction. Yes, reverence would be the right word, since they were all saluting him with eyes filled with veneration as if the Christ was about to land on this sinful earth to perform his Second Coming. He knew that their awe morphs into a sense of dependence, like the kind of reliance and faith that a blind man would have in his miracle healer by the Pool of Bethesda.
Camerlengo was struck by a stature of angel that stuck out of the old bell tower as he continued to descend. Although he was far from a masochist, every clash he failed to dodge excited him even more, because he knew that each scar begotten in this purgatory will further exaggerate his herosim.
He inhaled deeply and muttered lowly as the antimatter exploded far above him. The tiny substance burst into millions of light beams, thrusting apart every bonds between its atoms and releasing in every direction the energy that could devour the entire Vatican City plus half of Rome.
Concealed behind the wind and explosion, Camerlengo pulled another twisted smile, his insanity led to only one thing in his mind -
Glory. Shameless yet satiable glory.
-
part 1 END/.
*Voy a morir是西班牙语不是噫大梨语OTZ
- 意为"我会死。"
