Pure

We woke in a cloud of confusion, none of us sure about our destination. We were lost. Scared. Abandoned...
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When the Highers slaughtered the rest of our race, they took us captive. They called us pure, the lineages worthy of redemption.

We called them monsters.

As our population slowly grew, their rule grew stricter. A single mistake landed you in purgatory, where you were trialled before the court. Were you worthy of saving, or condemned to death? In a world were thinking differently was considered treachery, it seemed no-one was worth sparing.

Upon birth you were injected with a serum, which sought out the impurities in your soul like hound dogs sniffing out their prey. Babies were pried from screaming parents arms for reasons unknown. Within the next week, said parents would vanish without a trace as though they had never existed. If you were lucky enough to make it past the ritual unscathed, you counted down the days till your next weekly injection, praying that you were untainted. They claimed corruption spread through our minds like a virus, and like the deadliest epidemics, we were almost wiped out due to its claim on our lives.

So our population once again dwindled, till there were only a few hundred pure souls. Souls that were easily bended and swayed. The broken, doomed to die before 30 for the flaws of our human nature.

At least, that's what I believed, till I was knocked out and left for dead in the very place judgement was given.

Purgatory was no longer a place for the guilty.