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I am not sexist nor am I a feminist, but you can imagine how prostitutes must feel. Yeah, they choose do it but they have no other choice. But that's not the point. I am by no means biased in any nature or aspect. Continuing...

To be a man was to be a pig. At least that's what Lucille had been taught her entire life, at least the seven she currently possessed. Seven years she had lived in the Underground City, seven years ago on this night, Christmas Eve, she had been born, and seven years ago on this night she was taken in by her Sisters for her mother. Not once had she seen her mother's actual face or heard her mother's voice, only hearing stories about her mother from the Sisters as well as the pigs of the Underground City. "A slut," one of the pigs had once said. "A good friend," one of the Sisters, Carmen, had said so herself. "If a man tells you something about Kuchel, it's about something she surely regretted and had no choice in the matter. Don't believe anything they tell you if they're just going to insult her name," another Sister, Rosemary, had told her.

She was a twin and she apparently had an uncle, but she had never seen the face or heard the voice of her brother and the same was to be said about her uncle. Levi and Kenny. All she knew were their names and their faceless bodies. Carmen had attempted to explain what they looked like, and all she knew what that Levi would surely look like a masculine version of her and then Kenny was more like an adult version and much more manly version of her. Kenny was one of the few men that the Sisters did not resent, even if they did find him repulsive at times. But then again, were not all the scum of the Underground City repulsive?

The Sisters were employees or "girls" that worked for Homer, the owner of the shabbiest but surprisingly most popular bar in the Underground City, reason being was because he had connections to the corrupt Military Police who were unafraid to sell their goods to gain money or a... fun night which would have one of the other girls, not at all one of the Sisters and whose name always managed to escape Lucille, come back with bruises and scratches and blood stains in and on indescribable places. She knew that because of her being Kuchel Ackerman, she would have surely have raised Levi not to be like the rest of the men in the Underground City, but it was hard to say if she would've even actually raised him. But surely, he would have been something better than the rest of them. "What was he like?" she asked one of the other Sisters, Eris, one day. "A screamer," was all she said before tending to another... client.

It was another cold night in December, and it was the seventh December that was her birthday. She was seven years old and so was Levi. All she knew about him was that he was seven, had black hair, and gray eyes, and was probably as short as she was. She was smaller than the other girls who had been taken in by the Sisters, and protected from the pigs by Homer, and they were eleven and nine. They were Serafina and Eden. An oddly interesting thing about Eris was that she had named all of them, or knew the meanings behind their names.

Serafina's name meant "heavenly, winged angel" or "burning ones" as it was derived from the seraphim, which had been found in a book about the world in the surface and from the past, even if it was illegal. Eden's name typically meant "delight" and it fit because of her rather cheerful personality, but in the same book it was about the Garden of Eden and protectively enough, Eris dubbed them all untouched. The Garden of Eden was not corrupted in the book, only the people, which Eris and Scar had easily accepted and understood, angels were superior to humans, and yet all humans continued to search for the light in the darkness. Lucille could say the same thing about herself. The searching that was.

The one thing she would never admit to dreaming about was flying high in the sky she had been told about with the Three Dimensional Maneuvering Gear, or the 3DMG, as she had been taught by Eris and Homer's own nephew, Spike. Ironically, their names also fit their personalities perfectly. Rosemary's name meant "dew of the sea" but as a compound between the names Rose and Mary, it meant "bitter rose" which fit because she was beautiful on the outside, like a rose, but harsh and bitter hearted on the inside. Eris caused strife wherever she went, mainly because she was deemed an "improper" woman. Carmen's name meant Garden, and she supposed it made sense in an aspect similar to Eden's as she had never... done that kind of thing. Homer's also fit because he was like the security to the Sisters, and Spike's also fit because he had a sharp tongue that would pierce your heart worse than a rusted, jagged nail could the skin on your foot.