(New ocs backstory :])
(It gets dark at some parts?
Tw: Rape mentions, Abuse, Death, Crucifixion)

No one P.O.V

A young boy sat on a bench in a cathedral, the collar of his dress shirt tight on his neck, And His arms tightly bound By the sleeves of his shirt, And every day the young boy wondered how the sleeves didn't rip. How he even managed to fit into this shirt anymore.

"Sit still" his aunt spat quietly at him, Smacking his arm harshly, Not caring once about how the boy flinched or the look of pain in his green eye's, but the woman instead smiles at the look of shame she saw in his orbs instead.

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"Sister..I have a question.." the boy spoke softly, the end of his over sized shirt swaying in the wind, His eyes locked onto the clouds above.

"Yes dear brother..?" She hums softly, sitting on her knees with her eyes closed as she began to play and caress the grass gently with her hands.

"Father says we'll Ascend to the clouds  when we die....that..death isn't real because we are too think of it as accession...as a gift...a gift to die.." he whispers softly to his sister, his eyes not once leaving the clouds above him.

"...you mean the priest.." The daughter said simply and calmly, Her mouth drawing into a thin line and her caressing motions beginning to turn into pulling and tugging.

"Yes...Our uncle says we are to Call him our father however...the holy father who will help us reach our goals so that we may ascend peacefully Without corruption to the one who created us.."

His sister would yank the grass out of the ground roughly now, Her teeth gritting for a moment and a soft curse being breathed out in such ways that it could not be heard.

Her brother didn't catch onto her anger, His dull green eyes locked onto the clouds as he silently questioned What he believed in. Wanting to Bury his questions for he thought of this as being traitorous to his God, To his family and to his leader.

He didn't want to do that. He wanted to go to the heavens that were spoke so highly about..so he would push down those questions and thoughts.

His sister stood up, grabbing his shoulder tightly for a moment to bring him out of his Focused daze. "The priest is wrong okay..? She opened her eyes, revealing to her brother her mix matched eyes.

Her left eye was sky blue and her right a milky white. His sister had been born half blind, And she had been scolded and blamed for her birth defect many times In their lives.

She had been told that she brought shame to their family name and everyone in the church and even the entire Town had higher expectations because of this for the young girl.

"Whatever he says doesn't matter...he is the same reason why auntie and uncle make you hide your real eyes...so while we are out here...Forget about that okay..?"

The brother stared at his sister for a moment, His mind struggling to Focus on his sister, still locked in it's trance like state that he constantly found himself in.

"Yes Ellie.."  he spoke eventually, his tone soft and weak, almost barely above a whisper.

"Good. Now take those silly contacts Out while we are here..No need to hide from me what other call your imperfection...only the air and creatures see us...but they will bear us no judgment.." she said sweetly, Sitting down once again and grabbing some flowers from in front of her.

The boy merely nodded and took the green contacts off, sitting close to his sister now, Allowing her and The flowers that she picked to see his glowing golden orbs that shone like melting gold.

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"Auntie...I've been having these thoughts recently..." the boy would mumur, Tugging on his aunt's dress gently As he stared into her eyes, his green orbs locked onto her face as his eyes held doubt and regret.

"Are they good thoughts..?" She said, her voice slightly judgemental as she crouched down by the young boy, staring into his orbs with a thin smile on her face.

"....Why did our mother ascend so early....why did she leave us.." The boy murmured, tears welling momentarily in his eyes, and he quickly blinked them away. He prayed his auntie didn't notice, not wanting her to see How upset he felt over this.

After all...boy's shouldn't cry...at lesst that's what he had been taught.

His aunt's smile merely grew bigger and she stood up, Patting his head oh so gently. "Those questions are not things a boy like you should be concerned about...Those questions are of one who doubts our holy father And want's to stray away from grace.."  her voice appeared to be happy and kind. The young boy could however tell that her time was full of Spite and anger.

She was poking and prodding at him, shoving self doubt into his head and making himself think that perhaps he was the one in the wrong. His sister would tell him such when she heard their aunt speak to them such ways. He would ignore it this time, now worried about  what he was "doing wrong" that might stop him from rightfully ascending.

"I will take you to see the father...he will fix this doubt of our god..he will fix you my child.." his aunt said softly before pulling him alongside her.

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His body hurt...he didn't like it...he hated How much it hurt...

Why did it hurt like this...

He didn't remember why it hurt so bad...just That he woke up on his bed..and his body hurt...

And that his clothes had been changed..

Why did it hurt..

Screaming..?

He could hear screaming..

So...much..screaming...

Fighting...

It sounded like fighting..

His sister..?

His sister was crying and yelling...

His body lead him out of the room, His heart feeling regret from each step he took, his body reminding him of how sore he was...and how much his legs ached and wanted to crumble beneath him...

Why..

Why did it want to do that..

He sat ontop of the stairs, clinging to the wall that would hide him from view of the people downstairs.

"YOU SENT H-HIM THERE...IT ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" his sister screamed at their uncle and aunt, Tears streaming down her cheeks as she glared at the two adults in the room.

"HE WAS RAPED BECAUSE YOU WANTED THAT SICK BASTARD TO "FIX" HIM!" she screeched at them, and Young edward froze at her words, His mind going blankly for a moment and his ears starting to ring.

He....

He remembered...

Laying on the floor...

Cold...

The father had...

Had...

He didn't remember anymore...

Young edward Clinged to the wall, knowing as much as a whimper could be caught by the people fighting downstairs. He couldn't risk getting in trouble more...he couldn't...he..

Couldn't be caught crying..

He was crying..?

Tears trailed down his cheeks and he felt them well together under his chin for a moment.

He really was crying..

Before he could be seen he ran off to his room, not wanting to hear anymore of what was said..

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"Uncle..?" Young edward spoke softly, Looking up from his Oats, His eyes dull as he looked up slightly at the older figure, not raising his head too much as too keep himself from disrespecting his uncle.

"Where has sister gone.." he murmured, his body tensing slightly when he heard his aunt stop cooking for a moment. He glanced towards her direction for a moment, seeing her staring at him with an odd look in her eyes.

"She went on a walk son.." his uncle would flip the page of his newspaper, Not paying any heed to the young boy.

"....she's been on a walk then for 3 days.." the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, and his head lowered in shame instantly.

"....He said she went on a walk...so she went on a walk....she merely wanted a long stroll dearie.." His aunt's tone conveyed the message he about expected from his question.

Stop mentioning it or else.

"Yes..au-......Ma'm.." he murmured, catching himself before he miss spoke.

"Now finish your meal...and head onto church .." she commanded, her back turning once again to focus on what was going to be dinner tonight he assumed.

He merely nodded and shoved the spoonful of oats into his mouth to silence himself before any further questions bubbled out of him.

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Edward would kick at the grass, his hands in his pockets as he walked down a path he was very familiar with.

He missed his sister dearly..and This path was one he knew she would take when she wanted to escape from their family for a moment.

However..

In the grass lay foot prints...and marks of a struggle..

Following them he found nothing...

So he went back to the path he orginally was walking on, The path to his sisters secret place where she went to relax and be free of the rules that bound them when they were in their home.

Upon reaching it he sat down in middle of her ring of flowers, petting each petal gently and letting the wind blow through his hair, feeling content and at peace in this wonderful place that his sister had created.

A spot of brown stuck out to him however and he tilted his head, Frowning slightly at the odd random color that broke through the green vines.

Pushing them aside slightly he found the arm of a cross. A rather large one from what he could infer based on the size comparison to his hand.

However...a cross wouldn't be in his sister's happy place..she hated them..

Brushing then aside more...revealed a...

A...

A..

An arm....

A whole body...

His sister's body...

Not just her body...

Her corpse....

There in front of him lay his sister's corpse, Nailed to the cross in the way he often saw in the church pictures...but..much worse..

His mind didn't want to process it and his eyes were stuck on the site, unable to look away from what lay before him.

His sister had been crucified...but...they had taken her blind eye....out...and blood has dried leaking from her eye socket... Young Edward wanting to puke from this sight alone...

But that wasn't all of it...

Hand prints...lay on her hips...Her neck...And the parts of her That no one should touch...

She had been defiled...and Before he realized it a scream of anguish left his throat, Tears streaming freely from his eyes now.

His aunt..his uncle...they've known this whole time that her body lay here...and many thoughts raced through his head at once upon seeing this.

Had they..had they known she was going to be killed and looked aside..

Had they...had they been the ones to subject her too it..

Had they been the ones to kill her..?

As thoughts racked through his mind young Edward failed to realize their was a person standing behind him..

Pain ruptured through his head for a moment befor everything went dark.

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"Today we will be making a sacrifice to those who we all hold dearly above...One of us will be so graciously ascending to the heavens above and joining our gods today!" Edward could hear the priest's voice boom through the room and the cheers that rang out through the crowd around him..

And behind him..

His mind was dull and his heart numb...having discovered that his sister was dead not too long ago..and the image...couldn't leave his mind...

Edward let out a weak cry when his body was grabbed harshly by two main leaders of the church, his arms being held above his head as he was dragged from his seat, His smaller and frail body practically helpless against the people who easily overpowered him.

"Today we ascend young Edward...and may our God cast his final judgment upon his soul..join me brothers and sisters in prayer over this soul as he begins his ascension.."

The words began to sound like background noise as his ears rang, His heart beating fast and acting purely on adrenaline and Reflexes.

He struggled...his fought..he fought to get away from their grasp...but he failed as his body was pushed against a large cross, his wrists And ankles bound with chains to stop his pointless  struggling.

It was only when his brain registered that one of the gospel Helpers now held a hammer and 3 nails tightly in their fist...did he finally realize what his fate was..

A scream rang out of the boy along with whimpering pleas as a nail was hammered through his right hand. Desperate begs for help from the people in the crowd tumbled out of his lips on repeat, His eyes locking onto people That he dared to call family at one point.

The priest continued to Pray upon him and the Crowd only grew louder, silencing out his cries and screams of pain.

"This boy's tears may seen as if they are of pain! But we brothers and sisters know they are of joy!" The priest booms into his microphone As The second nail is hammered through his left hand now.

The young boy only had one thought ad he watched the nail be raised to his head, His eyes locked onto the person who had dared to call herself "his true mother" Aka his aunt.

She held the nail tightly and raised the hammer, Smirking at the boy as she prepared for the boy's final moment. "Your mother birthed you of sin..now I rid the world of the sin she tried to plague us all with.." she whispered so that only the boy may hear before the hammer came down...

The nail coming out the other end of the cross, a last and final shrill scream leaving the boy before his movements finally stopped..

The Church began to sing Gospel music as all sang in joy over the crucified body of the boy.

3 nails...

1 through the brain...

2 through his hands..