Sorry for not updating for awhile. I've been busy with school and all. But I'm back lol! Feel free to review! Sorry it's a bit short.

Kardia Cathedral accepted orphans. No matter what kind, all were accepted. Even the boy whose eyes can steal souls.

Bickslow

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What Father Gi could never understand is how and why his efforts were not working. He tried exorcisms, holy water, even group prayer—and yet—he could never stop Bickslow from taking souls.

"This must be a curse from Zeref. It must be!" The elderly man said to himself. How could anyone be born like this?!

On the other hand, Bickslow could not care any less. It was fun. Shrugging, he continued to watch the man as he avoided his gaze.

"We need to do something about this."

"About what?" The younger boy asked innocently.

"About…that! Your magic. We need to do something about it."

"Like what?" He continued to play coy, this time with his army of dolls repeating.

"We need to put a seal on you. You cannot keep stealing souls. It is an abomination and the church will not stand for it!" His anger continued to rose.

"No, you can't! What will happen to my babies?!" He stood in protest.

"I don't know, but it's either this…or leave." The man rose up, dusted his white robes and turned to leave.

Once the door closed, the boy threw one of his dolls against it and screamed in frustration. This was his fourth home in 3 years. He couldn't leave; he didn't want to. The cathedral was different from the previous orphanages. The kids actually left him alone (for the most part); but even then, it did have his downsides—hence the dolls.

Doll-making had been his special hobby for years. It was something he learned from his mother. She actually owned a toy shop in Northern Fiore. With a collection of over 100 hand-made items, it was an outlet and a comfort.

Three years ago, both his parents died. His mother an unknown illness, his father a heart attack. At least that was the official story told. What many people did not know was that he tried to save them. Seith magic is a rare magic only known to few, including his family. It was something he learned from his father around the time of his death. On his parents' death bed, they asked him to use his eyes to save them by putting their souls into his dolls so that way, despite physically dying, they would always be with him.

And he did.

And it worked.

Until one day, he found his dolls destroyed.

So he continued.

It wasn't his fault that he kept stealing souls. No, it wasn't his fault. The little friends he had were leaving; he just wanted to be with them forever. It's not their fault that people wanted to adopt them. It was practically a sign for him to do something.

And he did.

And now they were never apart.

What's the big deal anyways?

It's not like they're actually dead anyways.

They're alive.

Just in different bodies.