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[RPF - historical figures] Dies irae

Title: Dies Irae
Fandom: RPF
Historical Character / Couple: Michael Servetus, Calvin mentioned, Caroli, Karlstadt and Müntzer
Prompts: RPF Characters historical fivefandom , "fire" to bingo_italia
Rating: yellow (14 + )
Genre: angst !, dramatic, introspective, historical
Warnings: none
Word Count: 635 ( counter )
Disclaimer: the characters really exist, but do not belong to anyone but to themselves (and if you hear them at some Eternal Father). Nothing I have described really happened ... or rather, the context, yes, but Michael was certainly a lot smarter than I described.
Summary: On August 22, 1553 the antitrinitarista Michael Servetus wrote a letter to the mayors and the Small Council in Geneva to escape the fire, invoking what is written in the scriptures and practiced by early Christians. On 27 October the same year he died at the stake, chained to the pole, with his leg tied to a book and a crown of leaves in the wet sulfur encircles the head.
In 1902, the International Congress of Free Thinkers asked the authorities Swiss to erect a monument to Servetus, as atonement of unjust condemnation. Not satisfied with the license plate, a French-Swiss committee erected a second monument in the French Savoie, not far from Geneva.
In this fan fiction are told what I imagine may have been the thoughts of this man in the 22 August.
Notes: The title is a popular liturgical song, a poem medieval doubtfully attributed to Thomas of Celano. This is the first and will be the last RP I write: I like to read the genre, but I do not like writing it.
Michael Servetus (the link will send you to Wikipedia) was a theologian, a humanist and a doctor, and among all these commitments, was one of the free thinkers of the Reformation. How do you know? These are the benefits of including an examination into the curriculum "History of the age of Reformation and Counter Reformation."

The bell sounded the evening now, the workers were probably crossed at that moment the gates of the city, tired from the long day, then joining the citizens on the streets.
Had it been in Vienna or Paris, he observed the crowd to go to the celebration of divine evening from the balcony of a hotel room, maybe he would even joined them ...
"But I'm in Geneva." Thought Michael, sitting at a small table and again picking up a sheet of parchment, running once again the thick lines of ink. The letter to the mayors and the Small Council was ready that morning, now only had to wait for the guard to make her come to the proper authorities, if God had so willed, would not fall into the hands of the traitor of Calvin and his message would reach the ears of the gentlemen just and holy. Michele
reread the letter again. He had given his knowledge and background, that God had mercy on him, he had done with the sole intent to avoid the pyre: the infernal description of his effigy burned in Vienne had awakened in him the terror of fire "purification."
Exhausted by the long wait, the man stood up starting to walk around the perimeter of sad that his place of detention, lit only by the dim light of a small light. That miscreant had not granted even the solace of books, isolating it completely from what could be his only defense.
Heretic ... could be because the truth, he knew, the stability of the strong, not weak like him, but certainly was not a criminal. The Acts of the Apostles postponed the accused to the churches in matters of religious nature, even Constantine the Great, who had in the glory of God, had saved the great heretical Arians civil proceedings, referring to purely religious ... but then why they, the Christians who strayed weds the right way, they had to use criminal prosecution? Craved the blood more fair? This was the true human nature?
Michele dropped to the ground, then take his head in his hands. With these thoughts no one, including him, would have saved by an accusation of heresy: how could so despise human nature! The mystery of the union between God and man was so great that he just could not afford to devalue a piece.
temples the throbbing terribly now, the blood must now be in an uproar in his body shaking from the anxiety of those days. He was not a criminal, not claimed as enhancers and Müntzer Karlstadt, had not had contact with those demons of the Anabaptists, not even conspired to take away the power of magistrates ...
"But these Catholics are apostates." Considered, aim to walk the entire length of the cell. "The Reformers have awakened the faith, they will recognize where the real lives and do not condemn a righteous man ... As long as Calvin has totally subjugated them. "
The very thought made him stop suddenly paralyzed with fear. God, how he had cheated on the man. He read avidly
's founding christianae religionis , drinking every word of that treaty, convinced he had found traces of a kindred spirit, after all Caroli accused him of Arianism, was evidence that two others were moving towards the reconciliation of ideas that would deliver them, once and for all by the tyrants of the Church and returned to the level of true Christians ... "But it was like the others." He thought, abandoning his head against the cold stones of the wall.
Never before that time, the beams and the straws had shadowed eyes of the powerful. On
small window above her head perched a dove, and hearing her coo, offered her the bread crumbs. That evening, the guard seemed particularly laggard.
The tolling bell struck the last of the evening. The heat of that August was very hot, almost like the flames of a fire. Michael prayed that God would preserve him from verifying this hypothesis.