His savior. Not truly. Not honestly. That how he sees him though. Lestat angel. Lestat man. Lestat loved him more than anything else. Loved him more than his operas. Loved him more than theatre or clothes. The love he had for him was deep. Strong. Unwavering. Uncontrollable love.

Lestat has always been dramatic too much. But you known him for a century you known him since he was just a fledging after his maker threw in the fire.

But this time Lestat may of took it too far maybe