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META - And forward-dated like A LOT OMG
An IC/Meta response to God!Tommy
((I realize most can't read the French. They are well-known prayers taken from Catholic.Org, translated by them into French. The POINT is for anyone overhearing him to not understand what he's saying, so if you, the mun, are curious, run it through Google Translate, the translation is accurate enough.))


For days, Adrien had remained in Magadon's care, refusing to feed, to speak, or even to move. He stared at the walls of the medical facility and mumbled under his breath in French. For their part, the staff did everything they could to coax him out of the prison of his own mind, and when they failed they went about their business, summoning fomori and Dancer guards to watch Adrien should he get violent while they were tending him. Freshly scrubbed, hair trimmed neatly per order of the director, and dressed in a brand new suit, the Adrien that sat staring at the wall still managed to look just as lost and haunted as he did when he was pinned to Pepper's wall. And then, one day, before the test results could come back on his blood sample, he disappeared from his room. They should have expected his talent in mind manipulation and avoiding notice. They should have, but they didn't. Adrien was free, for now, without so much as a word preventing him from fleeing the country.

But he didn't even walk three blocks from Magadon's building. Something was in the air, something...strange. A tiny thread of something managed to slip past that impassive outer shell. Hope? Was that it? The barest trace of warmth on a mid-winter morning? He didn't even glance up, just stepped back from the line for the bus and walked towards a very different building from the one he left.

The outside of St. Vincent de Paul church in Los Angeles was familiar and comforting to the vampire. The parapets directed man's eyes upward, past stone saints and apostles, to the heavens and to God. That hadn't changed in the four hundred years since he'd last stepped foot inside a Church. The inside hadn't changed either, for all that this was the New World and not the ancient cathedral in Moulins. The wealth of God's kingdom was on display for all to see. It wasn't the decor that Adrien was concerned with, though, but the altar that stood tall in the front of the church. Would he burst into flames, as some of the legends suggested? He couldn't even find it in himself to be scared at the thought.

"Au nom du Père, et du Fils, et du Saint-Esprit." He knew the words, the gestures, so well. A touch to the forehead, to his heart, and to each shoulder when standing in front of the cross, and then he knelt in one of the pews in the back. "Je crois en Dieu, le Père tout-puissant, créateur du ciel et de la terre." I believe in God the Father, creator of Heaven and Earth. Did he? To his surprise, the answer was still, as it had been in his youth, yes. Despite the sins of centuries, here he knelt in God's house, and here he felt that old sense of peace and forgiveness. He knew this prayer so well, he spoke it with hardly a second thought. "Et en Jésus Christ, son Fils unique, notre Seigneur, qui a été conçu du Saint-Esprit, est né de la Vierge Marie, a souffert sous Ponce Pilate, a été crucifié, est mort et a été enseveli, est descendu aux enfers, le troisième jour est ressuscité des morts, est monté aux cieux, est assis à la droite de Dieu le Père tout-puissant, d'où il viendra juger les vivants et le morts. Je crois en l'Esprit Saint, à la sainte Église catholique, à la communion des saints, à la rémission des péchés, à la résurrection de la chair, à la vie éternelle."

When he finished, it was as if someone breathed life into the vampire. He could see again. He could feel, just a little. He looked around. There, a woman knelt and prayed, while her newborn slept in its carrier. Over there, a sick old man prayed for forgiveness. And walking towards him, a priest. Young, so young! Adrien shook his head. "I'm not ready for forgiveness, father. Maybe some other time." He rose and the words came unbidden to his lips. "Au nom du Père, et du Fils, et du Saint-Esprit. Amen"

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