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open_on_sunday challenge theme: Fools.
Set in AtS Season 4, "Home", rated PG
Requiem
Cold fingertips stripped of their whorls lifetimes ago tremble against his furrowed brow, stone against stone.
“I n-ainm an athar…”
“In the end,” his father once said, “you’ll come crawling back on your knees like the weak, disgusting thing that you are. You will, and God will find no mercy for your foolishness, boy.”
“In nomine patris…”
“I made you a god,” his sire once said. “Now you’re nothing but a fool.”
Obsidian blood pools in his lap, and his son’s sightless eyes offer neither surprise nor condemnation as Angel remembers how to pray.
“In the name of the father…”
open_on_sunday challenge theme: Fools.Set in AtS Season 4, "Home", rated PG
Requiem
Cold fingertips stripped of their whorls lifetimes ago tremble against his furrowed brow, stone against stone.
“I n-ainm an athar…”
“In the end,” his father once said, “you’ll come crawling back on your knees like the weak, disgusting thing that you are. You will, and God will find no mercy for your foolishness, boy.”
“In nomine patris…”
“I made you a god,” his sire once said. “Now you’re nothing but a fool.”
Obsidian blood pools in his lap, and his son’s sightless eyes offer neither surprise nor condemnation as Angel remembers how to pray.
“In the name of the father…”
