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Today was the day Angel was trying not to think about. On this day two thousand years ago he’d lost the most important people In his life. His family. So, to honor their memory and to make himself feel better, he was doing something his people were doing back then. He was praying to the Gods. And more specifically he was praying to Athena. He’d lost them on the same day as her celebration, so It felt right pray to her. All alone In the woods, the vampire spend hours of preparing the perfect ceremony. There was even a sacrifice. Blood for blood. Kneeling down on the ground, Angel closed his eyes, his face facing the dark sky.
“ Clear-eyed Athena, unrivaled in wisdom, daughter of Zeus and Metis whose craft and wit excelled among the mighty Titans: Athena, I pray to you.“
The vampire stopped for a second, feeling a tear falling down his cheek. Such a pussy. Gritting his teeth, he opened his mouth, but no words were coming out. He just didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was he doing? Angel rubbed his eyes trying to pick his shit up and continue. He had to do this. He had to honor their memory.
“Please, make sure they’re happy. And together.”
He stopped once more. This time, he couldn’t hold back his tears. Why It had to be so hard? It was just a fucking prayer.










