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Trinity
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As time progressed, so did the beatings that the boy got on a daily basis. The father only drank more, the mother only ignored him more. And yet, still the boy seemed to flourish. He was smart and could read and write even though both of his parents refused to teach him, his mother was illiterate and the father wanted nothing to do with him.
Aside from that, Edmond was learning more and more magic each day. I was surprised at how much that he could do when he was just seven or eight years old. He was using his magic to build little wooden friends that moved and kept him company in the woods that surrounded their home. He set fires in the trees and doused them with water before they could destroy more than the one tree that it was on.
One day when Edmond was about ten or so, his father saw him 'playing' with his magic and doing things that the man had never seen before. Even though he himself had magic he was nothing when it came to the abilities of his father.
"What are you doing, boy?" The man grabbed his son by the scruff of the neck and pulled him toward his side. "Are you getting smart with what you can do, boy?" He peppered his words by smacking the boy repeatedly across the face. "You think you can show the people around these parts that stuff, and they wouldn't get suspicious of you?" He hit the boy this time, only not with his hand open, he had made a fist that he was useing to smack the boy across the face with. "If people see you doing that, they would know we're different. That is why we work so hard to fit in. That is why we talk properly and are always on our best behavior." He dropped the boy to the ground now, letting him fall onto his back with a soft moan. He started to kick him then, snarling at his son as he spoke. "I knew I should have drowned you the day you were born. I knew we should have gotten rid of you and started over. I knew that you were nothing but trouble when I first saw you."
By the time that the man's rant was over, Edmond was laying on the ground covered in blood. He looked like he was dead, and the man just left him there like it didn't matter. He never even looked back to check on the boy, not once.
Damn, that was a harsh thing to do. It was beyond harsh. It was sick, twisted, and evil. This is exactly what I didn't want. I didn't want to feel sorry for the man that killed so many people. Dammit.
When Edmond woke up from that beating, he was somehow fully healed. He was still covered in blood but there was nothing at all wrong with him. Someone, or something, had taken care of his injuries for him.
"To hell with him. To hell with him and mother. I do not need them. I can survive without them. I have my powers and I have Hekate's guidance. I do not need anything from them." At that point he started to walk in the opposite direction than the house. He was walking further into the woods and away from his parents. He paused for one moment, looked over his shoulder, and made one final declaration. "They will pay for this. They will pay with their lives for what they have done to me. That I promise."
From there I saw a series of events where Edmond struggled to move on in the world. He traveled on his own and did odd jobs, which he completed using magic, to make money. He didn't have an easy time of things and often lived like an animal in the woods. He would use magic to protect himself and got into a lot of fights as he got older.
One day, another Warlock saw Edmond using his powers. That was when he met the man that was in charge of the coven he took over. The man invited Edmond to come back with him and gave him a place to stay. That was the first time that he had a home where he wasn't constantly on the receiving end of abuse.
Edmond quickly fell in love with the idea of the coven and power. He stuck close to their leader and quickly rose in the ranks with how powerful his magic was. After maybe ten years, if that, Edmond killed the leader of the coven and took over. His sheer power level made it easy for the others to follow him. No one even thought about disobeying him.
After changing the name of the coven, Edmond started to work his evil plans into the coven's business. He was starting to corrupt them slowly, but he was so talented and charismatic that they never noticed.
And true to Edmond's word, when he got older and ran the coven, he went back to the village where his family was from. As it turns out, that village was Salem Town, Massachusetts. It was a little bit of time before the witch trials officially started, but he still convinced everyone there that his parents were 'witches'. Despite the fact that they were a real witch and warlock, they had been respectable members of the village for a long time and it was hard for everyone to believe that this was true.
The charismatic, and powerful, Edmond used his words and his magic to make them believe. He also made his parents start acting quite strangely. They contorted into odd positions and spoke with odd sounding words.
"See, everyone, these people are indeed sinners that have consorted with the devil." He pointed at his parents. When he turned to look at them, he grinned. No one else saw it but his parents did.
From there, Edmond forced his parents to do so much more that proved that they were witches. He rushed the trial and insisted on an immediate execution. While his parents fought for their lives, Edmond relished in their misery. And he had been right about another thing too, his parents looked at him with sorrow in their eyes. Probably, because he had changed the color of his hair with magic and was hiding his appearance.
After the death of his parents, Edmond started trying to find a way to get to Hekate. He was obsessed with her with a passion that made it seem like he was in love with her. He read everything that he could, spoke to everyone that had knowledge of her. He wanted to find a way to bring her to our world. He wanted to rule the world with her at his side.
From there, things only got worse. And a lot of that part of his history, I already knew. I knew what became of him in the years after he tried to find Hekate. That was an Edmond that I could never feel sorry for.
"Do you see now, Trinity? Have you been enlightened about his past and who he was?"
"All I have found out is that he had an unfortunate childhood. So what, he wasn't the only one. Lots of people have horrible lives and they don't grow up to try to, or successfully, murder thousands of people."
"You felt sorrow and pity for him, Trinity, I know you did." The other me smirked at me with knowing eyes. "Do you at least know now why he ended up the way that he did?"
"I don't care.." I turned my head, refusing to say that I sort of did.
