LET THERE BE PEACE

1-Introduction.

(Note: im not great at writing or like grammar stuff so sorry if i make any spelling errors or anything like that :()

PR22 POV:
Hello! My name is PR22, my name is quite, well..strange..but I can explain! The people who gave life to me were religious, and this religion happened to be quite large with people and influental on society. Our 'Saviour' owned a chunk of land and his followers live on this land. Many other children have had the misfortune of being born on his land, and our Saviour named them. He wasnt great with creating names. I'll give you an example of what the first child would've been called, the first letter of the alphabet, and the number one since they were the first, so: A1. Thats how i ended up getting my name. This 'religion' has a leader. I was born to worship him, and many create a new life to worship him, to love him, to do ANYTHING to satisfy the man who they believed as their leader.. even death to give him some power (the people of this world can get more physical power by eating another, taking the power the victim had in their body and adding it onto how much power the cannibal already had. The leader would do rituals where random people got selected and eaten alive).

I would say i'm fairly young (14 years of age), and this is my story. My biological birthgivers I never got to see. At birth, I was put into a building built for the children of this cursed religion. People, cruel people would raise the children, teach them, feed them, disclipline them, anything a parent would normally do while raising a normal child. My skin was almost pale from the lack of sunshine i recieved -we didnt have permission to go outside often-, my arms were most numb and blue from bruises, cuts, damage from my own irresponsible actions or my caretakers. I had blond hair up to my shoulders, coming down from the tall horns that laid on the top of my head. We were all given a red cloak with the symbol of our misfortune-bringing religion; a bird staring upwards. I find that quite ironic as the symbol that represents something so cruel, so violent, looked so peaceful and harmless.

I have a vauge memory from my earlier years where we tallied up how much people were in our building (PR, as in someone could be called PR1. A would be a seprate building and the maximum amount of children that could be in a group were 30.) and  had 27. We tally them up every year, and now we have 16. I believe that these deaths were executions for trying to escape or go against the laws of the religion, bled out from their own injuries, injuries got infected, or got sacrificied to our 'Savior', possibly even suicide. Maybe i was next, maybe the person who stood next to me when we were learning would leave an empty space the next day, it was always unexpected. A few of the deaths i saw happen in the sacrifice rituals where our 'Savior' tore open the victim child and ate from their insides. The odd thing was that he never started at the heart, and it brought me to the theory that if he wanted to keep the victims of his selfish actions alive, maybe he enjoyed seeing them, watching them bleed out, screaming in pain and agony while their flesh was ripped out of them and eaten infront of them.

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(guys should i continue this)