Gods, prayers. Jason never really had faith in all that stuff. He didn’t grow up around religion. He’s heard of all of it. Catholic, Christian, Satanic, Aetheist..all that. Jason? Well, he didn’t claim any of it. He respected anyone who did take part in that stuff, but Jason didn’t get involved personally.

Though, ever since his…acquaintances told him about christianity, he kinda got a different idea. They told him if he prayed once, or at least read a few pages of the bible, all of his questions will be answered by the big man upstairs, or one of his angels. Jason didn’t wanna be disrespectful, but the sound of begging to God/Jesus sounded…weird, nonetheless, he took their words in and did exactly what they said.

So here Jason was, in a church. He sat on his knees in front of an angel statue. There were three angels to be exact. Luke, Gabriel, and…one he never recognized, or heard of at least. This angel was distinct among Luke and Gabriel. Feminine features even with closed eyes, dainty hands even in the praying position of the statue. Jason didn’t care. He just took in a big breath and began praying, his hands coming up in the praying position. His voice was low and soft, apart from his usual gruff and aggressive tone.

He finished off the prayer and opened his eyes, looking up at the statue. He waited fifteen minutes before furrowing his brows. “Great, so I did this for no reason.” He said with a small tinge of anger as he stood. “Why aren’t you answering? Aren’t you all real? Isn’t he real!? Everyone praises you all but what’s the hype!?” Jason yelled angrily. He slammed his fist against the preachers stand, continuing his rant.

“If you can fix problems why couldn’t you fix my life when I was hurt and chained up at the wrists!? Fix these scars that stay embedded in my skin, damnit!” Jason knew he shouldn’t be doing this in a religious environment, but he was angry. Every question he’s had has never been answered, not even by the people he’s close to.