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neveralarch) wrote2017-08-15 05:06 pm
neveralarch) wrote2017-08-15 05:06 pm
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Philadelphia
Johannes Cabal
Rating: teen
Characters: Johannes & Horst Cabal, Carnival of Discord ensemble
Wordcount: 18000ish
Summary: Johannes' bet with Satan is going relatively well. Horst isn't enjoying himself. Johannes is learning to juggle. These observations aren't related, exactly, but Horst spent eight years with nothing to do but think and it's difficult to stop himself now.
A/N: Thanks to my brother, who has spent hours and hours with me dissecting the Cabal books in general and Horst in particular. A lot of the ideas in this fic came from our conversations, and I wouldn't have written it without the chance to rant at him. When it was done, of course, he was too busy with 'college' and 'work' to edit it for me. Huge huge thanks to thehorseofadifferentcolour who stepped in, read the whole thing like three times, and let me continue rambling about Horst indefinitely.
This fic is set during Johannes Cabal the Necromancer, and is not at all compliant with the later novels. The fic contains threats of violence toward both adults and children, actual violence toward adults, human and animal death, suicidal thoughts, soul stealing, vampirism, and a lot of sibling conflict. It's sort of a comedy. Please let me know if you need details before reading.
Read it on the AO3!
I started writing this right after I finished the first Johannes Cabal novel, so I just barely beat a year to completion, haha. Incidentally, writing this and also talking to a lot of people about siblings while I was writing this made me realize how weird and fundamental sibling relationships are. I just typed a long explanation of this, but it didn't make any sense and anyway I kind of do that in the fic, so. But I would just like to reiterate: weird.
Johannes Cabal
Rating: teen
Characters: Johannes & Horst Cabal, Carnival of Discord ensemble
Wordcount: 18000ish
Summary: Johannes' bet with Satan is going relatively well. Horst isn't enjoying himself. Johannes is learning to juggle. These observations aren't related, exactly, but Horst spent eight years with nothing to do but think and it's difficult to stop himself now.
A/N: Thanks to my brother, who has spent hours and hours with me dissecting the Cabal books in general and Horst in particular. A lot of the ideas in this fic came from our conversations, and I wouldn't have written it without the chance to rant at him. When it was done, of course, he was too busy with 'college' and 'work' to edit it for me. Huge huge thanks to thehorseofadifferentcolour who stepped in, read the whole thing like three times, and let me continue rambling about Horst indefinitely.
This fic is set during Johannes Cabal the Necromancer, and is not at all compliant with the later novels. The fic contains threats of violence toward both adults and children, actual violence toward adults, human and animal death, suicidal thoughts, soul stealing, vampirism, and a lot of sibling conflict. It's sort of a comedy. Please let me know if you need details before reading.
Read it on the AO3!
I started writing this right after I finished the first Johannes Cabal novel, so I just barely beat a year to completion, haha. Incidentally, writing this and also talking to a lot of people about siblings while I was writing this made me realize how weird and fundamental sibling relationships are. I just typed a long explanation of this, but it didn't make any sense and anyway I kind of do that in the fic, so. But I would just like to reiterate: weird.