CONTENT WARNING: The backstory for the character below contains mentions/implications (although not graphic details) of prostitution and rape. If these subjects make you feel uncomfortable, then please either skip the story entirely or click off. This is rated M for a reason. Viewer discretion is advised.

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The Beauty is… something else.

Just by looking at the priest, you would assume that such an individual is not like the others. Looks like a woman, sounds a little feminine, and has a somewhat curvy figure. Perhaps this is the only priest who is female?

If you made that assumption, then you are sadly mistaken. As “she” is another he. After all, feminine men do exist; they have for longer than you realize.

Long ago, he did in fact stand out compared to other men, but that doesn’t really matter. What matters is that he wasn’t born in the right circumstances. His mother, to put it lightly, was a whore. She slept with men in order to make money, and one of her clients got her pregnant, thus conceiving what would later become the priest later on in his life. But before we get to that, we should go over his early life. We can’t leave out such details, should we?

Being the son of such a woman was not anything to be happy about, especially at the time. He would be insulted by other children just for that fact alone, and as he grew older and his hair began to grow longer, even that didn’t deflect the cruel and callous remarks. They said that he was “becoming a girl” and that he would “turn out to be exactly like your mother”. He turned to the only family he had, but his mother was always too busy to help him, never any help for him. Such things made him distraught, and so he felt it was better to keep his mouth shut.

When he was of age, he decided to leave. However, his mother conceived a sister of his years before then, and so one of his reasons for leaving was to save up money in order to take custody of the younger girl; just so she wouldn’t have to live under such a neglectful home. At least there was one person he cared about.

He tried to find a job, but one of his “friends” (really a bully who just wanted to be on his good side) suggested to him an alternative; the town’s “red light district”. As much as he wanted to reject such an offer, he knew he had no choice, as he felt as though nobody would accept him for the same reasons he was shunned. To you, it may be a silly assumption, but it was something he legitimately feared.

And so he entered a brothel on a daily basis. He met both men and women; each one different. And every time he went there, he interacted with each of them differently. Yes, he had to sell what made him pure, but to him, it was his only option if he wanted to see his sister happy. At least he was paid in return by his clients… so were the other ladies, his co-workers, but that was also their choice. He was the only man to be working in this place, though that did not surprise him.

In a way, he knew he wasn’t any better than his mother. What made them different, at least to him, was that he had a somewhat different reason for what he was doing. It wasn’t for pleasure (he didn't even feel it); it was just to help make ends meet. He disappeared at dusk and returned at dawn, making him a man of the night. It may be shocking for you, but this job still exists, even after hundreds of years.

He worked the best he could. Serving all that visited him, ranging from men who simply wanted something to make up for their lack of loveless marriages to poor, helpless women who wanted the taste of bliss. At least it was all for his sister, to see her smile for the first time.

Eventually, he was paid enough. It took a few years, but it was all worth it in the end. One night, he snuck into his mother’s home while she slept, waking his sister and telling her his plans. He didn’t tell her how he was able to get the money, but all she was glad about was being able to see him again. In that moment, there was nothing he wished for more. It wasn’t like his sister really saw their mother highly, so she took the opportunity to finally go somewhere that wasn’t this place.

Such a moment would not last long, however.

For when they got outside, the two were each hit with something hard over the head, knocking each of them out.

He awoke to the feeling of water (or some other liquid, judging by the rancid odor) splashing against his face. He found himself chained to a wall, unable to move his limbs nor escape. In front of him was some sort of faceless husk of a being; their face obscured by the huge black robe covering their body. They were accompanied by another person, who seemed almost identical.

The man panicked, asking where the hell he was and if they had his sister. In response, they just beat him. The punches didn’t stop, even as he was covered in black and blue and bleeding against the ground below. He pleaded for it all to stop, and after what seemed like an eternity, they did.

Only what they did next was more than just beating him all over.

What happened next was horrific; too much so. But to give you an idea, here is what they inflicted on the man: they broke his nails, cut him in various places, electrocuted him in certain parts (not enough voltage to kill him, mind you), whipped him on the backside, and slowly stabbed him.

By the end of it, he was a broken, sobbing mess. After they removed a knife from his abdomen, he exclaimed, in a last-ditch effort to save himself from this torture, that he would do anything for them to make it all stop.

One of the figures moved towards him in response, asking if he really meant it. He nodded. The person then asked if he would be willing to… be their toy if that was the case. He said yes.

His body was already weak, thus he could not stop them from doing their next action. The one standing over him promptly shoved him to the ground, digging sharp, sharp nails into his arms as they slowly began to…

You already know what happened next, don’t you? After all, they did say he was a toy. That should already give you an idea about what they did. Just for your sanity, it will not be described.

When it was all done, he lay there with the robed figure next to him, surrounded by his blood, sweat, tears, urine, and other fluids. The mysterious individual gave him a hard k i s s on the lips as their nails dug into his skin and drew blood. He was broken. He was used. And he was violated.

He didn’t even stop them from dragging him to some… other area. What was it? It didn’t matter. He didn’t even pay attention, seeing how his senses were failing him from the torture he went through earlier. Either way, he knew something bad was going to happen… again. He could only pray to himself that his sister wasn’t being hurt like he was.

The two figures dumped him in front of someone or something. All he could hear was them chanting something indescribable, while the person (presumably) standing over him, in a voice unlike one he heard before, was congratulating the two behind for bringing someone “without any trace of human dignity left in him” to them. At the time, he didn’t know what that meant. And he didn’t want to know.

That is, until the mysterious figure picked him up with its giant claws, and he found himself facing a monster. But not just any monster; it was like some sort of devilish creature with features as black as the night, rows upon rows of sharp, serrated teeth in its mouth, and large, gold eyes that stared into the soul. He squirmed in its grasp, not wanting to be its meal…

But in response, it shot one of its claws into its chest, causing him to scream as it grabbed his heart and began to apply pressure to it. His pupils dilated, and his voice raised; he knew he was going to die, and just when everything was going well for him and his sibling. He silently hoped that she wasn’t a victim of the thing that was in front of him. That she escaped. That she knew his sacrifices.

The creature began to explain something; about what it was and what it was doing. It was some sort of beast from the dark skies at night, coming by daily to this cult of its to… “deliver” part of itself to humans whom it saw as “unfit” to be mortal anymore. There would be a time where its species would invade, but that would not be for centuries from now. It told him that by the time he fully ascended, he would be there to witness all of it.

He would have to wait hundreds of years, but he would understand it all by then.

And miraculously, all of his senses shut down as his vision went dark.

…Only he didn’t die.

He found himself lying in a bed; clean, pink sheets covering a good portion of his body. Everything felt… different from before. He removed the sheets and saw what was triggering his senses.

His body was more beautiful than ever before. Long, elegant claws much like the beast’s replaced his hands (they’re pretty), half of his body was covered with such a thick and impenetrable substance (it’s pretty), horns grew out of one side of his head (they’re pretty), and his eyesight expanded beyond how it normally was, as he could see better than ever before (it’s very pretty). The other side of his face… actually, it was unaffected; it was normal. But it didn’t matter.

He was improved, and he didn’t need to be told twice about joining forces with the ones who made him better than ever before.

He made a promise; to bring his sister to a better place. And he was right from earlier; the cultists did, in fact, have her. She was tied to a table and looked malnourished, but she was alive and had a reaction to the new sight of her older brother.

She didn’t react the way he expected. She started to cry. But he told her that he was better than ever now, and that he had to do what he had to do to keep her from harm’s way.

All it took was a swift stab to the neck. And she was finally free.

That was all he needed to ease himself. At least she wouldn’t be hurt like he was. Like the other people the cultists violated and desecrated. However, with the new improvements to his being, they wouldn’t touch him. They wouldn’t defile something so sacred. Especially not something that was almost like their gods.

He loved his saviors. He would do anything to show them his gratitude. Even if it meant leaving the cult’s victims to be violated in return. At least they knew what he felt; their bodies being used and abused much like he was before. He would have empathized with them, had his saviors not told him to not care.

And so he didn’t.

Because love hurts. And The Beauty lusts after the genes which made him whole, as they always tell him he should.

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I gave that warning at the start for a reason.

Needless to say, this is probably one of the most fucked up backstories I've wrote so far. For this priest specifically, he was used and abused continuously, especially by a few of the cultists, and by the time he was transformed into a half-penilian hybrid, he felt it was "prettier" than he was before, hence why he joined the cultists; because they wouldn't hurt him anymore thanks to the genes he was fused with. After all, his mind and body wouldn't be broken anymore, so it was something he accepted with open arms no matter the cost of a good portion of what made him human.

Overall, these priests each show the worst the cult had to offer; ruining people's lives for little or no reason. But in a twisted sense, they got off lightly, being forcibly fused with their "gods'" DNA forever. God knows what they would do with the Pico trio...

Character w/o background:

So those were the "priests" of the cult. Which one was your favorite? I'd like to know down below.