Title: Salvation

Notes: Slightly religious themes.

Disclaimer: Quotes do not belong to me.

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'I can't tell you, but to me it meant salvation'. -Pete Wentz

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Jesse's always had a gift with words. Now, he uses them to save people.

He stays up all night, alternately reading the Bible or writing sermons for the Sabbath. Every night he struggles to escape dreams of Hell, where he's watching over a mass of screaming sinners with a whip in hand, while a man with a liquid silver voice and the loveliest eyes he's ever seen stands at his side, crooning encouragement in his ear as he lashes out.

He has the dream almost every night. His sermons get more violent, thundering from the pulpit of brimstone and hellfire as the congregation cringes in front of him.

He's lost count of the number of people who come up to him after the service and drop to their knees, hands clutching at his robes as they babble about how he saved them, about how he showed them The Way. And he can barely stop himself from prying them loose, kicking them away like the filthy dogs they are. Can barely stop himself from telling them he doesn't do it for them.

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Jesse goes to The Bars sometimes, looking for more people to save, because only the Godless drink and sell themselves for money.

One day he sees a young man, barely twenty, playing the piano in one of the Bars, and he's got the bluest eyes Jesse's ever seen and the silver voice he's only ever heard in his dreams.

And he knows he's bringing salvation to all the damned, but he's the one who needs to be saved. And when he looks into blue eyes, looking at him like he knows, Jesse can feel something change, but he doesn't know whether it' salvation or damnnation.