Van Helsing Slash

[munnin]

Title: Prayer
Pairing: Carl/Van Helsing
Rating: G

Disclaimer: No money. No ownership. Just enjoyment.

He had never truly prayed, only ever going through the motions of the daily routine of the church. God to him was a Punisher. A vengeful and distant being who took from him at will. But now the words spilt from him. The rhythm of his devotions both familiar and alien like a childhood song long forgotten. A prayer he knew in his soul was older than the bones of St Peter’s itself. A prayer for those gone astray.

 

Protect him I beseech thee.

Defend him I implore thee.

Shelter him I entreat thee.

Return him I beg thee.

 

He rocks to the measure of those words, clutching his sword by the blade. The edge that failed to defend his beloved friend cut deep into his palms, blood falling silently on ancient stone like a sacrifice to heathen gods.

 

All my candles are burnt to wax

And I have nothing to light my way

Bring back the sun who lights my world

That I may worship him anew.

 

Or cry vengeance and take me in his stead.

 

He bows his head at the shuffling sound and warm smell of Brother Mark the Hospitaller. A warm hand clasps his shoulder and squeezes. “He will live and be whole.” And through the faces of the stained glass angels – the sun comes out.