He’d follow the unholy priest of God and His winged soldiers’ army that was VENOM in all its glory even at the end of the world, where any confine and border would cease their existance and the void would greet them with the stars acting as its signature sardonic grin –he’d let his steps stumble, his eyes staring the hand that one moment ago was on him, on his shoulder, delivering a comforting touch that vessel of his was so thirsty for.
He’d rise his knives up in the sky, aggrieve the madmen to protect the older’s life, ready to waste his own like he would easily waste it for VENOM’s mission. He’d wear cloaks of war and become vessel of apocalypse himself, he’d let his wings darken to pitch black matching his clothes, let the feathers fall one by one, he’d let the blood and ichor run down his veins just to see the other live, just to see the other’s hands on his face so devotedly caressing and whispering for grace and mercy the hand of VENOM perhaps wouldn’t truly deserve for there was red of blood still staining them.
But for such love, for such praises and attentions, he’d still blindly do anything, everything.
More, more of those gestures of praise and pride, he wanted. More for him,only for him, like Father Hyeonju’s eyes were all over him and him alone –like Father Hyeonju’s hand was threading its fingers with his own in a feeble grip because they knew, they knew people outside VENOM couldn’t be able to understand their bond with their feeble minds, for theirs was a bond that was God’s word on Earth and thus valid and unbreakable.
They were made by God himself to match perfectly when bodies would entwine in an embrace with a intimate aftertaste, where skin of angel with a shotgun would paint itself red right where the apples of his cheeks were, as if he just smeared cherry juice all over them –they were destined to the holiest spots in heaven and the darkest pits of hell.
« I always thank you for taking care of me, like I always thank God for allowing me to bring forth His holy mission day by day and to let me be able to see Father Hyeonju for another day. » Pale lips would still utter, with the eyes shining with the purest love when admiring the older’s, his step still a little insecure, still a little tainted by that tiredness engulfing him.
The car was close, luckily –just a few more steps before giving that tired body of his a place where it could safely rest. Because wherever Hyeonju was –that was his paradise.
Oh, but they knew, they all knew that with one single touch, those pitch black wings would easily turn white all over again. The priest would wipe the blood from the angel’s hands and so bring the innocence of a child back to his heart. With simple gestures, God would act through the priest’s hands and bless the precious soldier of His holy army of angels, ready to destroy every single hint of fear and horror in innocent people’s lives. Ready to clean the world, to take it from the Evil’s hands.
And he, he’d be waiting with open arms, ready to heal and comfort those who were hurt and wounded, whose bodies and souls needed some special attention to heal completely from the curses sent by the ones they were annihilating.
But the angel would receive all of the priest’s attention once he was done with the tough and tiresome job that God Himself gave him, once he was free to take care of the one he loves more than anything, once he could finally embrace his arms around the younger man and just hold him for a moment, just feel the warmth irradiating from his body as a sign that he was okay. With maybe a few wounds like any other soldier, but still okay. Safe and sound, like it always should be.
And he would be saturated from repeating it so many times and the younger from listening to it so many times, but he would protect his precious angel no matter what.
But of course, once the both of them were in the privacy of the priest’s vehicle, the latter would simply cup his precious child’s cheek and lean in to press a gentle and sweet kiss to his forehead, a chaste and sacred little gesture to express his strong feelings towards the man right next to him --- and he would ask for forgiveness every so often for thinking too much.
❝ You’re good, Shixun. And God loves you, so He’ll always allow you to do the brightest of things. You’re always doing good in His name and it makes Him proud of you, you have all of His blessings. I am also blessed, for being able to have an angel by my side. ❞ His voice was sweet and calm as always, his hand still touching the other’s cheek i a loving manner, eyes glazed on his angel’s.
