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Sin of Kin

Is it Sin that makes one a sinner? Or is it Kin that makes one a sinner? Many say we are born innocent and untainted, and yet in Sin we are all related to one another. For we are one Kin, and with this Sin we share that we are born with. And even a certain doctrine holds that one's Kin, through the fact of birth, inherit a tainted nature with a proclivity to sinful conduct in need of regeneration… "I was brought forth in iniquity, and in Sin did my Mother conceive me." …or so the doctrine says, "We are all born sinners because of Kin that brings us together." …and so we think: we are born with Sin inherited from our Kin, But, should that hold us back from acting with virtue? No, we should not hold back, even when Sin entered the world through one Kin, and Death through Sin, and in this way, Death came to all beings, because all sinned, But even so, we all have freedom to be a being we want when we embrace Death, To be a fraudulent Human, To be a violent Angel, To be a benevolent Devil, And what one wants to be, neither "Sin" nor "Kin" should define what "Self" one is going to be, let "Journey" instead that defines one "Self"

Houraji · Fantasy
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134 Chs

Will of Golden Wind

It was a warning, that finger that was pointing at the skies… a warning for the skies itself, for if it didn't answer at once to the finger that was pointing, a consequence could be dire – the endless skies as a whole could be obliterated if it didn't soon comply with the white-masked figure's request. The white-masked figure atop the ashen hill already asked politely after all; whispering a silent orison, the white-masked figure besought the skies to leave its Skygate ajar for but a moment, and 'heave down' its 'heavenly energy' in its most chaotic form,

Such a request that wasn't deemed as impossible in essence, yet that didn't mean such a request was supposed to be executed in the first place. Never, not even once, an existence wandering underneath the skies demanded such a request… yet between being obliterated into nothingness, the skies chose to bleed a little, as opening its Skygate felt like slashing its own 'celestial skin' in a way…