Chapter 2.

Chapter 2 - Rebirth.

Out in the country of seemingly nowhere, just grass and plains for all the eye can see. Though there is a forest nearby, it's still a long walk.

A wooden cabin big enough to hold a family of five sat strongly in the middle of this field, crops growing just outside. The height those crops had were enough to convince anyone that they were trying to reach the dark night sky, lit up only by the moon and the countless stars within.

The light shining brightly inside the cabin illuminated the mysterious gift sitting just outside the door. The old man within the cabin seemed to have no clue of such a visitor, but yet something drew his attention from the crackling of the fireplace and his very, very thick leather covered book.

His burly white beard was stroked by his hand as he leaned back in his seat, eyes squinted. Due to a cracked window, the hair on top of his head that matched his beard, rustled in the soft drifting wind that breezed over the room.

The fire sitting under the chimney faltered slightly by the wind that entered, causing the flame to dance a bit more than usual.

His chair creaked and groaned as he reluctantly stood up, the wooden floor boards creaking with every step he took.

The door swung open and revealed to him a child. A child of white skin, blonde hair that sat upon his head while the sides and back were that of black. The child's big piercing blue eyes stared at him boredly, obviously annoyed with his predicament.

The old man was clearly startled by the child's appearance at his doorstep in nothing but a white blanket wrapped around him while he laid unmoving in a straw basket.

Something caught his eye more than the child. It was the two weapons small enough to be a stick resting on the boy's chest.

"Just who are you…" Reaching out, the man's hairy arm searched the basket for any indication of name, or who the child belonged to. Nothing of such was found until he looked at the necklace around the boy's neck. It was silver and small; the only thing attached to it was a modern day dog tag that read.

'Sin Morningstar.'

"Sin, huh… What am I going to do with you… My home might end up becoming an orphanage at this rate." The old man jokes, though his eyes were truly conflicted. He had already adopted one child of special circumstances and that was only because he knew that child's parents.

But with Sin, it was a whole other matter.

The child in front of the old man is a complete stranger. The boy has nothing to do with him whatsoever.

Hell, he's a God! He shouldn't be having to look after children!

'I can't do that. It's too cruel…' Sighing, the man lifted the basket and brought the child inside, placing him upon the wooden table that was held up by four different legs on each corner.

The old God wanted to move Sin out of his basket but the weapons were obstructing his way.

'Just what parents give such dangerous toys to a child? This quality of smithing… It's surely worth more than a fortune! Hehe… I'll be rich! Well richer than I already am…' His thoughts of malice were halted when he was met with yet another problem.

The weapons wouldn't budge.

His hand was glued around the hilt of the longsword while his other was glued to the hilt of the broken one. He lifted with all his strength but it protested.

The old man tried and tried for minutes on end before he finally stopped. Drenched in sweat, the man grumbled his thoughts full of annoyance.

"What the hell is going on!? A damn child is left at my door, unannounced! And now I can't lift a single sword? Not even a damn broken one!" Sin looked at the man with judging eyes.

A smile graced the child's lips, but that only served to annoy the old man more. He felt like he was being mocked.

"Ah whatever. Welcome to your new home, brat." The old man spat, despite his annoyance, he held a warm look in his eyes. Clearly not minding the presence of another child.

At Least now he has another candidate to teach the ways of making a harem!

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Maybe I should've had a bit more trust in Lucifer. He didn't do me dirty like I thought he did! What a surprise…

I let out a groan as the morning sunlight peaks through my curtain and unto my eyes. I toss and turn for a little, trying to get comfortable again, but it doesn't seem to be working. Ah, I hate when this happens.

THUD!

CREAK!

THUD!

CREAK!

THUD!

CREAK!

THUD!

CREAK!

And my time for sleep has officially come to an end. My eyes shoot open as I swiftly sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Not a second later, multiple knocks accompany the protesting floorboards.

"Sin? Wake up! Breakfast is ready. Also, grandpa said he wanted to tell us something!" The voice of my twin adopted brother sounded out next. His childish voice that still doesn't know what puberty is woke me right up.

Sighing, I responded:

"Alright… I'll be out in a minute." Grumbling as I got up, I did my morning routine in the small bathroom that was attached to my room. It wasn't anything big, it was just a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. There was also a cool little mat there for my feet as well; very comfortable.

After brushing my teeth, I got dressed once again in the bathroom since well, there was a full body mirror. After I got dressed, my eyes unconsciously wandered to the reflective sheet of glass in the room.

The blonde hair that sat upon my head… My piercing blue jewel-like eyes. Throughout these fourteen years that I've lived here with the old man, I just always woke up and felt like something was wrong.

It was just that I wasn't used to this new body. One totally opposite of my previous one.

Unlike my old one, this one was more muscular while still on the lean side. I was short too. I'm still kind of upset about it, but well. I'm only fourteen, I'm not even a fifth of my life yet.

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A/N!

Sin Morningstar Appearance.

Dont mind the edgy name. Couldn't come up with one good.