Pairing: OC!Priest/Edward
Warnings: Implied non-con, shota
Rating: R
Sinner
"It's because you sinned," the priest droned, and Edward struggled to ignore him, staring defiantly out the window. However, with two missing limbs and swathed in bloodied bandages, Edward couldn't leave to escape the priest's words.
I told them not to leave him here! Edward snarled to himself. I don't want him here!
And he had screamed himself hoarse at the priest, too, but the man had only stared at the crippled child with placid eyes until Edward's voice had died. No one had even come when Edward had been yelling: they were too used to it from the sick child. Alphonse would have cared, but he was playing with Winry outside.
Alphonse . . . Winry's version of playing involved getting the boy used to his new form.
The form that Edward had trapped him in.
I know my sins I know my sins shut up shut up shut up!
But the man did not quiet. "You went against God," he continued.
There is no God.
"You sinned against nature."
Nature sinned against me first!
"You damned yourself and your brother."
Edward bit his lip, and each tremble of his body only intensified the ache in his bones. And the priest just watched him shake and sweat and suffer and there was no compassion in his eyes. No compassion for him or Alphonse. He didn't even bother lecturing Alphonse: Alphonse wasn't human in his eyes anymore.
"You need to give yourself over to God," the man continued coolly. "You forsook your God and thus you strayed into the darkness. Only one of God's messengers can allow you absolution."
Edward jerked away from the window to glare at him, too aware that the ache in his body had nothing on the ache in his heart. Don't you talk about my brother and talk about being forsaken and talk about your damned God's absolution, you fucker. You don't know shit!
Then he realized he was looking at the man and stared out the window again.
When the man touched his good shoulder, Edward stubbornly refused to look at him. "You need redemption," the priest continued, his flat voice growing persuasive. "It was your sin that damned you and your brother. Only through you and your salvation can your brother be saved, too."
The sick child gritted his teeth, hating the bastard with a passion. What did he know? What did he know?
"I can offer you redemption, my son." The priest's voice had softened to a croon, and his hand slid downwards. Now Edward looked at him, eyes wide as the priest's hand slid under the blanket. "Just obey the will of God and you will find salvation . . ."
Edward tried to squirm away, but he was too weak. He tried to smack him away, but he lacked the limbs. He tried to scream, but his fever and earlier shouting had stolen his voice.
The blanket was pushed aside, and the priest slid from his chair. For the first time, true life glittered in his cool eyes.
Later, Edward informed Pinako that if she allowed another priest into that house, he would kill them. She took him for his word and didn't ask why.