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trans_92009-09-18 09:51 pm
birthmural) wrote in trans_92009-09-18 09:51 pm
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Your faith was strong but you needed proof
Inside of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, before the Stone of Anointing, Daimon Hellstrom, the Son of Satan, knelt. "Ave Maria, gratia plena..." He continued the Hail Mary softly. He tried to focus solely on God but other thoughts intruded.
Daimon missed the fight over the Yeerk creature but he heard about what happened. He was not pleased, not at all. He knew what his next sermon would be but he had not the strength to even attempt to string together his thoughts for it. After all, what could the Son of Satan say about murder? But then what could the Son of Satan say about God?
What was this desire to serve the Lord in ministry? Sacrilegious or devout? He wished that there was someone, anyone, who could take his place but there was no one. And if no one else could serve the Lord then perhaps...
Perhaps he had an exaggerated view of his own importance.
Daimon closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for the well being and enlightenment of all on this ship. He prayed for deliverance. But most of all, he prayed for strength. The strength to lead and guide, as Father Gosset once guided him. The strength to resist and subdue his dark soul. The strength to follow the Lord.
"Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto..."
Daimon missed the fight over the Yeerk creature but he heard about what happened. He was not pleased, not at all. He knew what his next sermon would be but he had not the strength to even attempt to string together his thoughts for it. After all, what could the Son of Satan say about murder? But then what could the Son of Satan say about God?
What was this desire to serve the Lord in ministry? Sacrilegious or devout? He wished that there was someone, anyone, who could take his place but there was no one. And if no one else could serve the Lord then perhaps...
Perhaps he had an exaggerated view of his own importance.
Daimon closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for the well being and enlightenment of all on this ship. He prayed for deliverance. But most of all, he prayed for strength. The strength to lead and guide, as Father Gosset once guided him. The strength to resist and subdue his dark soul. The strength to follow the Lord.
"Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto..."