𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐱 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈.

17 - 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰.

⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING.⚠️⚠️⚠️

TAGS: Implied/Referenced suicide, Implied/Referenced assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual assault/violence, Emotional Manipulation, but like…it's mild, Gaslighting, but also mild, Supernatural Entities, but it's really just God and like one demon, Murder, also mild, A Bit of Gore, Um…blood?  Blasphemy, blasphemous proclamations on Damian's part, religious undertones, religious conflicts, this is actually lowkey and highkey religious, um…there's a lot of talk about God, Catholic Church References, but it's mild and I'm not Catholic so I apologize. Pop off kids, I was too lazy to name the uncle and cousins, okay?! Not Beta read we die like men, screw this, I wrote this for 6 hours straight, Damian is hot, but I was too lazy to give him a proper backstory, just know he's a prince of hell, #justiceforangel, he's a sad kid y'all, this is purely self-indulgent guys, the only Christmas-related stuff this thing has is mentions of snow, I swear, I think I have a problem lmao, I'm a sinner y'all, I took too much advantage of this 3k word count, this story isn't as bad as the tags make it, I swear, it's actually kind of light compared to what I write lmao, I think this is all, apologies to Christians who may get triggered by this, Merry Christmas ig ❤️

Read at your own risk.⚠️⚠️⚠️

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The drive to the church was insufferable, filled with unwanted chatter and stupidly loud laughs resonating over the radio.

With heavy breaths and shaky hands, Angel fought to keep his tears at bay, his palms fisting his thick jeans in futile attempts to keep them stable.

He was crouched awkwardly in the corner of the car, his hip digging painfully into the door as he was being squished at the other side by his cousins, their elbows hitting him with renowned fervor.

His redemption came quicker than he thought it would as the car stopped by the church entrance, his uncle urging everyone to get down.

The snow covered his feet the second they met the ground, and he shivered, the unforgiving cold wind hitting his skin.

“Move.”

The order had his head whipping around to face his eldest cousin who shot him a disgusted glare. Angel flinched, his legs having a mind of their own as he stepped to the side and fixed his eyes on his shoes in a non-verbal apology.

He let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding as the other simply walked past him without saying anything else, his siblings following behind.

At least they were in a good mood today.

He waited until they'd gone far ahead of him, forcing his lithe frame to withstand the harsh weather before shuffling his feet towards the church building, still trying to maintain a good distance between them.

He settled at the back seat, farthest away from the pulpit and the overly religious people that usually occupied the front.

He hated church. Nothing good ever really came out of it, and he was convinced nothing ever will. But it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. His uncle, as hypocritical as it seemed, was a ‘devoted’ Catholic.

He could see his family greeting the priest as they took their places in the front, trying their best to live up to their perfect Christian family reputation - one that didn't involve Angel in any way.

And he was more than happy they didn't involve him. Being in the church - this one specifically - made his skin crawl, and it was appalling to him in the worst way.