It's amazing how often he came to visit me in my overheated and brilliantly illuminated rooms downtown. There he watched my giant television screen for hours. Sometimes he brought his own films for it on disk or tape. The Company of Wolves, that was one which he watched over and over. Beauty and the Beast, a French film by Jean Cocteau, also pleased him mightily.
thinking about how lestat is aggressively atheist and jaded towards god and church yet when he meets louis for the first time he calls him his saint and ends up turning him in a church. love is lestat’s religion, louis the highest idol to worship. the gods have always demanded a sacrifice in blood and that very night lestat’s spilled plenty to appease them. he kills the priests of the religion he rejected and the only two people left in the church are him and louis, the believers of a new faith of overwhelming love and terrifying intimacy, reclaiming this temple for themselves. there’s no need for confession here, they know each other viscerally. there’s no need for atonement, for their sins are embraced. it’s a transformation and it’s a communion and it’s transcendence. their axis mundi has shifted; they’re creating their own cosmogony