In a town in France, long ago, there was a church. The highest standing church there was in France, but go back a few more years. 16 to be precise. A little down the hill from that church, was a cottage. A mother with no money was holding her newborn son. The father had walked out just before he was born. She named the blond violet eyed baby Matthew Williams. He didn't know his mother for more than 3 days though before he was dropped off at the church to be raised, as they were starving and a woman could not get work.

Go forward those 16 years again, and here was Matthew, grown up a little, in pure white robes. He was the youngest priest there, but one of high standing. His longish blond hair seemed to form a golden halo, his violet eyes sparkling in the candle light as he did his Priest duties. Little did he know that someone had taken a liking to him. A liking that would ruin his life. Doing his job, he paid little attention to the older blond man who was watching his every movement.

"Bonjour" Matthew greeted as the townsfolk came into the church. Little paid attention to him but he was used to it. He hated the robes he had to wear but they signified he was a pure boy. They were white with a gold trim, the cross dangling on a golden chain. Matthew found them a little too flashy. A man walked up to him giving a short small bow. "Lord Williams, I wish to speak to you in private," the older blond had said, Matthew not noticing the devious glint in the mans eyes. "Sure monsieur," Matt said, nodding and leading him into the chambers where one could talk. A bed was in the room behind it, the room where the Priests would sleep.

"So what did you wa-," Matt was cut off as the man pulled him into the bed chambers. "M-monsieur... W-what are you doing?" He asked, trying to remain calm until the man pushed him onto the bed. "S-Sir please w-what are you doing?!" Matt exclaimed as the man only crawled on top of him, his crystal blue eyes glinting in the candle light. "I 'ave waited to do zis for a long time Mathieu," The man said with a heavy French accent, lust dripping off of every word. Matthew figured out what he wanted, and he would not have any of it. "S-Stop!" he cried out, hoping one of the high priests would hear him, but to no avail. The French man grabbed the boy's robes ripping them off cruelly, ruining the nice fabric. Matt was blushing miserably, tears sliding down his face as no one came to his rescue. "p-please stop!" he would cry out and then the French man shoved his lips against the younger's. This was wrong. Wasn't he always taught that it was one of the worst sins one could commit? So then why did he like it so much?

Finally someone heard his pleas, but they were too late for Matthew was already shamed. He had not been violated but he still could never be a priest because one had done this to him. And not just anyone, a man and a criminal. The older had gotten away before the priests could stop and punish him, so Matt got twice the punishment. He was not reprimanded, no, he was shamed and shunned. And it ended with him being stripped of his rank, thrown into the street like some rat. He had no more status, he was only taught to be a priest. There was no one who would possibly hire him. He would die before the weak was even over. He was sure of it!

Then a voice called out from the shadows, a Chinese man who had boated there in hopes of a better life but was put into the slums and forced to get a 'special' job. "Hey kid, you looking for good pay?" he asked, smirking at the boy's innocent look. If he would just agree… Yao would certainly get paid well.