rosary | frerard

rosary | gerard priest, demon frank au

a/n: this is a short narrative i had to write for school so i thought i'd change the names and publish it here as an mcr fic cuz why not. 

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The rosary snapped. Its red and black beads scatter on the floor making something similar to the sound of rain.

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In the church there was a Library. It was attached through the back, locked off to anyone but the head priest, which is why someone in such a low position like Gerard shouldn't be here, but as he walked past like he did everyday, something about how the candles light flickered against the dusty books lured him in.

It could have been the sense of comfort the warm light brought, maybe it was the craving for something forbidden, but either way he was now walking down the long hall, the ends of his hair sticking to the damp back of his neck from the heat being encased by novels and essays probably older than himself.

Eventually, after listening to his steps echo through the room and his eyes scanning the shelves, he reached the back. At first it seemed as though nothing was there but a cold feeling. A complete contrast to the sweat-inducing temperature of the rest of the Library, but after staring at the shadows the uncomfortable dark casted onto the walls, his eyes were drawn to a leather-bound book. The spine had the words 'The Bible of Ash' in gold which was quite faded, probably worn down over time, he thought to himself while his fingers lightly ran over the bumps of the leather.

Before he could think he was already flipping through the delicate paper pages, ink lingering on his fingers from the text. The contents seemed to be what an average pagan book would be, spells, chants and different meanings of the stars but at the very back it got...somewhat darker? The hairs that used to be pasted to his neck were now standing up at the sight of talk of a demon. So that's why it's back here. Gerard had never really believed in demons, even as a priest. He always thought that evils were more spiritual than an actual torturous demons, a struggle of the mind and not the self. These very thoughts and stubbornness was what caused him to recite one of the passages, chuckling when he finished at his own ridiculousness, but something in the air changed. He started to feel uneasy, unsettled in the chill of the room.

The book started glowing. Literally glowing. It developed a red aura that twisted and danced around his shaking fingers, sparkling against the light of the tall candles. He dropped the book, took two stumbling steps back and watched as the book started to deform, move on its own, and slowly develop into a person.

"Holy shit." Gerard's eyes widened and body shook, that was also the first time he had sworn since becoming a priest. The person who stood in front of him seemed as shocked as himself.

"You summoned me." The person said just barely over a whisper.

-An Hour Later-

Gerard's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Wait- let me get this straight. The book I picked up was the bible of whatever religion you belong to and what I recited, summoned you?"

"Yes." The boy who he now knew as Frank, nodded in conformation. Gerard stood there in complete disbelief, there was something almost alluring about Frank, similar to the feeling he got when he first looked down the forbidden Library corridor, like he can't resist it no matter how hard he tries, a craving. A craving for something that should be as unfamiliar as the cold to a burning flame. Goosebumps rose on his skin at the horrifying revelation and he watched as Frank's eyes drift down to the rosary that hung upon his neck, resting against his black clothing.

Frank's gaze made Gerard feel as though he stand there bare, his soul, spiritually under his almost longing look.

"Do- do you want to hold it?" Gerard's tried to hide the emotion in his voice but despite his best efforts the words came out shaky.

"I don't think I can," his look remains on the red and black beads that glisten in the candlelight, "y'know, being a demon and all I'm not sure I can touch something so...holy."

Even though he's only known him for an hour it felt like so much longer. What he said weirdly made a pang in Gerard's chest, he felt bad, bad that he can't touch something so comforting, so personal.

"Surely you can try?"

Frank's eyes flickered up to meet Gerard's gaze as if to ask if he's sure, which he responds to with a nod.

Frank moved his hand closer, the rosary a centimetre away from his fingertips, making Gerard's breath hitch in his throat.

Slowly but surely his fingers closed the gap and and first, nothing happened, his fingers moved down the beads but it snapped. The rosary Gerard had for five years and only taken off to bathe had been destroyed. Nothing but sadness filled him as he felt it slide off his neck and collapse onto the floor, the beads scattering like mice. They both froze and stared at what remained on the floor. The same goosebumps that rose on his skin when he came to the revelation of his temptation made themself present again, but this time it was much, much worse. The beads on the floor showing his failure as a priest, how is craving ruined him, how he got burned indulging in his burning desire.