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Paul de Pointe du Lac

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What happened to Paul de Pointe du Lac?

It has been said that Demons and evil in general tend to prey on the innocent and pure of heart; the weak. These people are often what are seen as 'perfect vessels' because they are easy to manipulate once acquired -- a second skin, so to speak. However, in some instances, they are not so easily acquired. Religion has often played a role in protecting those that are seen as 'weak' by forces of evil. In most cases this is usually by some Holy relic.

Paul de Pointe du Lac was a very religious boy, with aspirations to become a person of great importance within his religion. However, by now we are all well aware of what happened to Paul. But, why did it happen? What if Paul was being protected by a Holy relic -- unbeknownst to him? I believe in Paul's case, it would have been something simple, like a cross that had been blessed. Something he probably would have never taken off. But, perhaps, he had taken it off because he had felt his cross would better serve someone he felt was falling into sin. Someone, let's say, like his brother Louis. What if Paul gave his cross to Louis to protect his brother, but in doing so it left him vulnerable and ultimately caused him to become a victim to the Devil? 

We know what happened between Louis and Paul was merely an argument, that Louis had never touched Paul despite his family's accusations. Even the servants had pointed out that Paul had looked up as though he had seen something. What if it had been an evil force? Or even Memnoch himself?

-- And Memnoch would have a reason for this, because Paul's death is what made Louis open to Lestat, and Louis being with Lestat was a catalyst for a lot with Lestat. [words from merciful-death] --

Further, this 'demonic' possession and/or influence in his life after losing his protection probably led him into a life of sin (which was probably something Paul was likely oblivious to). It would explain his skipping meals, his spending hours awake in his oratory with his arms outstretched like Jesus was on the cross, the hallucinations. His obsessions and pacing and attempting to coax Louis into selling their land and houses to acquire money... All of these things can be accredited to opium -- a popular drug of that time. Perhaps Paul had fallen into sin after losing the protection his cross had provided him and Louis actually had reason to be disappointed like he had felt at that time.

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"Louis, that’s sinful.."

Such an unrepentant sinner, our Louis. *smirk*

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boywhowouldbepriest

"Ah,… Forgive me Madame, but I have to disagree. My brother, Louis - like almost every man - is no sinner on purpose. I am certain he repents."

Oh, darling boy, I’m sure he is deeply familiar with the confessional.

"Of course he is. Our family attended mass every Sunday."

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"Louis, that’s sinful.."

Such an unrepentant sinner, our Louis. *smirk*

"Ah,... Forgive me Madame, but I have to disagree. My brother, Louis - like almost every man - is no sinner on purpose. I am certain he repents."

The oratory was a mistake, I said to him; I would have it torn down at once. He would go to school in New Orleans and get such inane notions out of his head. I don't remember all that I said. But I remember the feeling. Behind all this contemptuous dismissal on my part was a smoldering anger and a disappointment. I was bitterly disappointed. I didn't believe him at all.

Louis de Pointe du lac on his brother, Paul Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice

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Confused by the sudden direction of their conversation, he straightened his posture; brows lofting and swooping down as though they were uncertain what to do with themselves before finally settling into a slight furrow. "No." he began, sounding a little exasperated - though still rather calm in composure despite all this - and he began to shake his head. "No, Louis… That’s not what I meant. I was simply stating you should think about the consequences your soul might have to face before acting upon impulse."

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❝Is there one being in this world who can claim themselves to be without sin?❞  It was typical, of course, that Paul would question him.  His younger brother had been a moral compass for their family nearly from the moment he was capable of speech.  ❝A game of cards will hardly damn me.❞

"It's not the game that concerns me..." His voice was every bit as concerned as he claimed to be, yet somehow there was still a calmness to it that was almost potently soothing. And for a moment, he even seemed older then, as though their roles had been switched and it was his turn to play the role of father figure -- but his voice betrayed him in that; still too soft spoken and just an octave too high. "You'll be surrounded in sin, I don't trust everything you'll be surrounded in... One game is all it takes, Louis; it is addicting in itself, as are all things that are sinful."

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"Ah,…" the question had caught him a little off guard and he could feel his cheeks begin to color; heat radiating off of them as he continued. "No, Louis. It does not bother me, I am rather content with my celibacy. I suppose I am just concerned…" He stopped there, reaching behind him to pull out a small package - if that’s what it could be called. It was handkerchief, only it was wrapped in such a way that it became obvious something was contained within it. “I want you to have this…” he added, handing over the tiny bundle - within it his own cross, which was now noticeably missing from around his neck.

Sometimes in the evening I would go out to him and find him in the garden near the oratory, sitting absolutely composed on a stone bench there, and I’d tell him my troubles, the difficulties I had with the slaves, how I distrusted the overseer or the weather or my brokers … all the problems that made up the length and breadth of my existence. And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.

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"Oh?  You dare me?"

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Confused by the sudden direction of their conversation, he straightened his posture; brows lofting and swooping down as though they were uncertain what to do with themselves before finally settling into a slight furrow. "No." he began, sounding a little exasperated - though still rather calm in composure despite all this - and he began to shake his head. "No, Louis... That's not what I meant. I was simply stating you should think about the consequences your soul might have to face before acting upon impulse."