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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 · Fantasía
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Asinine Sin: Macabre Mirage

"Oh… you were thinking if you ended the life of that little innocent child cold-heartedly… this so-called illusion would go away, huh? Most intrigued indeed… well, then again, an abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is a normal reaction after all…"

A voice came over audible, over so sudden it was to draw attention towards whoever figure that let out such a tone. It was quite a shrill tone for such a naturally deep voice of a man—of somewhat sadistic man—perhaps due to the over-enjoyment that took over his throat, hence the vocal cord of his, that was making an unabashed humor out of a rapidly decayed body of a child, and thus giving off quite a supercilious impression as his silhouette slowly was getting visible across the whiteout in the background… and so was the dreadful scene much to the man's horror,