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

Hopefully for only a few weeks. So sorry for the inconvenience.

Working overtime... again :(

"Defiling it—you said?"

Unimpressed and unbothered, Ameas was keener on accenting her chagrined face; witnessing that green hoodie child who sat shamelessly in… whatever that black goo was, soiling the golden glow of that magical giant root… yet blatantly feeling proud of her doing by adulterating things further. And that kind of brat whom Ameas called her 'other pea'—even though she was born out of 'the same pod', 'one pea' could feel discomfited by 'other pea' of the same pod apparently… oh, what a surprise!

A clear, vexed tone was being emphasized as Ameas called the name of that green hoodie child, as her reddish-brown eyes glared still at the black goo now dripping thickly onto the ground and leaving traces of smoke clearly indicated its acidic nature. Thankfully though, the smell it created was bearable enough that she needed not to seal her nose tightly. Still smelly nonetheless—smell fishy,

A Cherubic Corse