Angelic Brisé

Alright, hopefully this will be the final re-write of this diddly dang backstory. If anyone is confused, this is my SF!Persona's (Echo's) backstory. If this is not the final re-write, you all are legally required to smack me with a bagel. 
Hopefully I will be able to update this often enough to keep people interested lol. 
Warning: Future plot will have a lot of horror-type themes, including gore, a lot of death, and (obviously) angst. Possible minor swear warning as well. There will be more than likely a lot of grammar mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated and accepted <3 
If anyone is wondering, I cannot indent anything with my phone so you don't need to tell me I need to indent the paragraphs and stuff lol 
== Chapter One- Grandmother Catherine ==
 They say all beings are born with some kind of purpose. They don't say what kind of purpose, but they say that everything has one. 
Some say that the gods of the above grant everything a purpose, and then they end up blaming deities for misfortune.
Others say purpose is from the stars above, but then they end up blaming corruption upon horoscopes.
There are beings who say we cast the purpose upon ourselves, eventually despising the being they had claimed to be themselves. 
Everyone acts like their final purpose is grand and righteous, a gift and something they have complete control over, taking lovely warmth from praise but hiding their yearning for acceptance behind a brilliantly beautiful painted mask. In the end, they are alone, cold in disappointment as they cannot catch up to the expectations of the people that surrounded them. 
There are other beliefs as well. 
Having no idea of a purpose, other than that all you are to do is die like everything else. Having no idea of what you are doing, just floating along as if in some kind of dream that you'll never awaken from. 
In that state, your life becomes almost a type of monochrome, neither warmed by praise or frozen by disappointment. All you know is that nobody can hold anything against you. You will just exist, and sometimes that is simply enough. That is all you need to do. Just exist. In a way, it is almost freedom. 
That is not the only outcome. None of those are the only outcome. Outcomes are like colours: too many to simply describe just like that. There are many beliefs, outcomes, choices, and views upon the same matter, and no one is able to simply describe every single thing. In fact, it is nearly impossible. 
All beliefs are not right or wrong, because we were born to believe in something, even if you believe in nothing because the concept of nothing is still something, and it is valid. 
No one has control over everything, and that is okay, because everything is an abstract work in reality. 
But there is something that everyone controls. 
What every being forgets, both the beings who believe in purpose or not, the one thing that everyone has control over: 
Kindness. 
It's an action that every being has the capability to do, even the most corrupt, but it is the choice that no one wants to pick. The world is full of hate because hatred is easier to feel. Hatred is easier to preform. 
Everyone can choose to hate, and everyone can choose to be kind. The world is blind to the hatefulness it has, believing that kindness is an expensive gift. It's not truly expensive, because saying "I love you" costs nothing, but those three words, those eight letters, will change someone more than you will ever know. 
... 
Does everything have a purpose? No one is right or wrong in what they believe in. 
Does everything have a purpose? Those words have different meanings depending on how you look at them. 
Does everything have a purpose? That is your own opinion, which you can grasp onto or switch how you please. 
Catherine gently handed the set of twins back to their parents, giving a small smile. 
"They are not of the Prophecy." 
The parents nodded, turning to leave the small house. Catherine watched with a forced smile, keeping her calm composure. 
Catherine quickly added, "Come back to visit sometime, please." 
The father turned slightly, and grinned, "Of course, Grandmother Catherine. Feel free to come over to our house anytime. Jay and Silence have been asking to see you." 
Catherine nodded, "They are free to come here as much as they please. Tell them I'll be coming soon." 
The father gave a slight nod, and the mother gave a slight wave. They stepped out of the small building, the door giving a soft bang as it closed. 
Catherine was now alone. 
The old lady frowned, heading back to the shine of her gods that was set up in a small room. The cracked wooden floor creaked as she kneeled down, focusing her pale blue eyes on the beads of pearl laid before her. She slowly frowned, her hands picking up the blackened orbs. 
She was a liar. Those two children, a set of twins, her own kin… they were two of the children in the Prophecy. The other people were unclear, as there was multiple, but there was a solid truth that only Catherine knew: 
She must not tell anyone who the Prophecy children were, or they would be killed. 
The Prophecy… 
The Prophecy… 
Catherine muttered as she removed the black pearls from the shrine, balling them up in her shaky hands. She put them in her pockets, then pulled off the necklace she wore. 
Very quietly, Catherine looked up into the glass ball in the shrine, and she whispered, "What should I do…" 
A long moment passed, and Catherine replaced the pearls that had been taken off with the pearls on her necklace. 
The Prophecy, the version that Catherine had told The People, went along the lines of: 
There will be a great evil which shall eat away at life in all dimensions, but there shall be saviours to defend. Children… 
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Children will be able to defeat the darkness. 
Catherine grimaced at her thoughts, as some of that version of the Prophecy was a lie she had to tell. It would not be only children, but it could be anybody. Catherine had only said children because children were what she saw first. 
Then there was more than that to the Prophecy. 
Two of the saviours would be blood-related to Catherine. Only members of her family would know this part of the Prophecy, which would be kept secret for the protection of the two saviours. 
The twins she had alone examined before… 
Those were her great great great great gre… 
A lot of great's, more than Catherine would like to admit any further, grandchildren. 
Catherine sighed as she continued to think, standing as she did. 
As well, one of the twins was not supposed to be alive. It was nearly impossible, as Glitchian "birth" was much different from a Human's birth. 
Humans came directly from their parents in a painful way, while Glitchians were "coded" into the world without pain involved. Glitchians could not possibly have children without the help of skilled doctors that manipulated "coding", or otherwise known in this case, DNA. Coding, in the simplest term, were atoms that could be manipulated by anyone, but only in the slightest ways.
All it took was samples of blood from both parents, and doctors were left with their work to create a new life form from the two DNA samples. 
It was only possible to have one child at a time… but… 
The second twin, a little girl, had somehow appeared right after her brother. After DNA was manipulated in that way, it would disappear, making the doctors unable to code in another child with the same samples of DNA… 
The youngest twin, Echo, was not supposed to be alive. 
Catherine's mind moved on to the final secret of the Prophecy… the fact only she knew...
Reality manipulation. 
There was a possibility that one, or both, of the twins would inherit the blessing of reality manipulation. They would be able to destroy atoms, create atoms, move atoms… anything their heart would desire. 
They would be the only Glitchian, or Glitchians, to do that, to have control over everything. Catherine had lost that ability so long ago after an accident… 
The accident had left the old lady blind in one eye, and deaf in one ear. As well, she had become temporarily mute for years. The only blessing she had left was divination.
Catherine rested on the doorframe. Recently, Catherine noticed she had lost her breath so easily. Catherine didn't know how much longer she had left, but she wished her gods would give her more time, just to see her kin grow up just a bit. To get to know her family members more, just a bit more… 
Catherine smiled. 
She would live. 
She would live. 
Just a while longer. 
== Chapter Two- Wip ==
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