Lord Of Mysteries: Help Me!

My first memories were always hazy to me; however, I do remember that up until the age of 10, I was never even addressed with any title by my parents. However, my father started calling me "boy" when I turned 10. It was the happiest moment in my early life.

Well, at least that I can remember. I feel immense pain when trying to remember, so I hardly do anymore. I believe that evil priest in red and black called it corruption by the great m something goddess because one moment let me remember—ahh, yes—I was staring up into the sky as my father broke my legs for not moving faster and losing him his job.

I couldn't do anything but look up into the sky and admire the beauty of the moon, which caused me to see "her" in some way, though I can't seem to come up with what way that would be. Hmmm... ahhh, yes, I was thinking about my life, right? So, after a little while, my mother called me "pretty boy" but "useless as a man."

Still, I have no idea what that means. Though from what I can remember, I was naked in front of her at the time. That might have had something to do with it, but I'm not sure what. Anyway, I believe I was around 13 at the time when my father dragged me out of the house to meet the priest.

At the time, he looked at me with a smile I had never seen before not my father but the priest. My mother and father never did that around me, and for that alone, I was happy. But anyway, after a while of talking with my father, he said to me, "Boy, wait here for my return. If I don't do so, that is your own fault for being useless." I still remember the words he said to me soon after, in the sternest voice he used with me up until that point.

"Follow all the words of Reverend Priest Paul; if you don't, you'll get a fate worse than death." After saying that, my father put both hands on my shoulders as his face twitched wildly, wanting to say something. But I'm not sure to this day what my father wanted to say at the time. Though I do remember him, with a pained expression, giving me what he called a stuffed bear. I don't know what a bear is, but it was cute?

Soon afterward, the priest gave me baths, washing me inside and out, and meals that tasted good but were always somewhat salty and bitter. I can't tell what the source of it was, though; now that I think of it, I've tasted something similar before. I just can't quite put my hands on it. But anyway, back to the story.

He groomed my hair as it got longer, which was one of the few nice memories I have of him. Though he did make me never cut it; he forbade it, much like how I couldn't play outside. And if I did, it was always in—what was the word again? Ahh, yes, that's right—I could only play in the nobles' houses, but I never liked to do so.

After all, I had to wear dresses similar to those of the noble girls I often saw. Don't get me wrong; I have nothing against those types of clothes. They just made me feel strange. Well, that, and whenever I was there, the nobles looked at me strangely and even licked their lips sometimes—not all the time, though.

Only when—what was the word again? Ahh, hmm, yes—it was only when their daughters and wives weren't around. Though I have to say again, it wasn't all bad. The hmm, maids—yes, the maids—were kind to me and made me feel kind of fuzzy inside, like the op- opa- opasiti—dang it, that word's too hard! I'll just use different yes different; it sounds better anyway.

But enough of that. As I was saying about it not being all bad the boys were super fun to be around heck they even let me take off the dress though they did make me take off everything and often made me sit on their laps as well though that was fine since we got to talk about so much they even taught me words I never knew before.

Like beyonders who are super powerful and cool he even said his father was a umm yes hunter and even the strongest man in the kingdom apparently they were something called a duke.

Now then back to the bad stuff when I turned 16 priest Paul took me to his room I was never allowed in there before this strange symbol on the wall that somewhat reminded me of the moon and soon after he locked the doors and told me ''Strip.'' and of course remembering my father's words I did so.

Soon after he did so as well his thing in between his legs was way bigger than mine which always made me feel small for some reason whenever we bathed and with a smile he told me to lay on the bed head facing forwards and back arched showing my rear.

After that pain struck I begged him to stop but he never did so over and over again he brought me pain I fell asleep soon after I think hearing him say he had finally finished digestion his villain potion thinking of it now that word oddly suits him.

But when I woke up he had a grim expression something about being abandoned but I can't remember who it hurts to think of their name he took out a potion and said words I have nightmares about everyday ''Fine if that's the case i'll take what those heretics gave me and advance to sex addict as I jump to ''her'' pathway.''

After saying that he gulpt what he called a potion down and after a while of being in pain which I somewhat liked seeing on his face for some reason it changed to one of pure bliss upon seeing it I wished I could have such a happy face.

However someone like me who didn't even have a name didn't deserve such anyway getting back on track he looked at me with red eyes and grinned I felt fear at that moment and tried to run however he caught me and did what he did last time but with my throat and the other place like last time.

It hurt I woke up 17 times I think as I felt that I was violated yes that's how i'd describe it with all I could do was cry but after a while I woke up seeing that he was gone at least for a while as I found my old clothes and put them on they ripped but I didn't care I didn't want to wear anything that man gave me so I ran and ran until I found an alley and passed out in it.

Wait, I—' As the nameless boy came to a realization, he awakened with a gasp, looking around, only to find the man he had asked to help him sitting next to him. When the man saw he was awake, he stopped looking out the window, smiled, and asked,

"Good morning, child. May I know your name?"

Those words made him feel a pang of—what was it called again? Yes, sadness. The boy recalled as he couldn't help but admire the smile, like that of the sun, which was warm, making him blurt out, "I don't have a name, sir."

The man's smile didn't falter; he merely tilted his head in thought before snapping his fingers and saying,

"Fine then, I'll give you one. How about Nehemiah H. Amon? Nea for short. Does that sound good to you?"

The boy—no, now Nehemiah—nodded at this, happy—really, really happy—as he had a name for the first time in his life.