Houraji

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"

Sin of Kin

So the next update'll be very late. Sorry for the inconvenience

Working overtime in march :(

'E-eh? What's the meaning of this? Did that child just—?'

Not even this sort of negative thinking ever sojourned in her mind. Out of question. Such a possibility would never—and never supposed to—egress the imaginary simulation and to express it into reality. Would never; at least it was very improbable for that innocent facet of seemingly a harmless young boy to commit quite the opposite of such a facet. Far-fetched, and unbelievable,

Yet here she was, seeing the naked truth succored the bitterness of Reality, in which she cringed at such a thought inundating her with intense silence of realization… of late realization… as she let out one last incredulous gasp, realizing how much debilitating her instinct had been from the outset now that she became too accustomed living alongside humans, thus failing to spot the splotchy on them, that humans could very well be a backstabbing bastard,

Know Which Way the Wind Blows