Drawn by the wonderfully talented  Barrin84

Story written by me.


What is a sin? Most believe it's nothing more than an act, something you do that's considered evil and wrong. But some believe that a sin is more then that. That a sin is a living, breathing creature of very evil it represents. Out of those the believe, there are different views as to how they come to be. Some think that a Sin used to be a living person that committed these sinful acts and became that sin in hell, where they fight with other sins of the same nature for dominance over that aspect in hell. Some believe that the sins had always existed. never changing and using their power to help the devil in destroying the mortal world.

Then there's what I believe. I believe that a sin is born inside every single person that walks the earth. No matter who it is or how good they are they are guilty of having at least one of the 7 sins they cater to or have the temptation to indulge in. Most never even notice. They go about their lives being driven at times through these sins that live inside us and it doesn't effect their souls in the slightest.

But for some, it's harder to control. It's harder for them to control because the sins inside have grown too powerful. They fed their inner sins too often and too much letting them grow. Or maybe something happened when they were children that twisted their minds until it broke. Maybe they're just sick. Either way something happens that causes them to become ruled by the sin within. A few people give in, letting the sin push them and drive them to complete the acts that satisfy them. Others seek help to cope with these urges.

But me? I'm taking a stand against my sin. I refuse to let it control me, or push me. My sin might be Wrath but my wrath is my own and I will not allow some inside force that thinks for itself drive me to become violent or to kill with uncaring abandon. I will strike that beast down on my own and break it's hold on my already blackened soul.

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


“What is a Sin?” I’ve asked that question before, and I thought I had answered it. Turns out I was just hiding from the truth. A truth so powerful, so profound, that it’s very existence has been twisted and contorted into something far removed from what it’s really supposed to mean. A Sin is not something evil to be avoided, feared, or ashamed of. It’s something to aspire to. The sheer unbridled power of a pure Sin is something the divine has been keeping to itself. Keeping us mortals safe and placid, as the scriptures have plainly made us out to be. To follow blindly like the sheep they want and keeping us from using our true free will.

Each Sin has it’s own unique ways of giving us power. I can’t say for the other sins, but for the Sin of Wrath, the power I’ve gained is truly something to behold. I can see the stains on peoples souls. Those people that delight in the pain and suffering of others. Murderers, rapists, thugs. Each one bearing stains that will never become cleansed. Each one that will continue to make people suffer if left unchecked.

It happened gradually. I wasn’t even aware as I came to terms with my own inner anger that I had to fight tooth and nail to keep under control. Attempting to will myself into believing that there was nothing else I could do but accept it and try to keep calm. But that really wasn’t helping me. I had already let loose the beast inside me once. I killed 3 people. All three of them there for one thing. To rape and kill someone I had loved, while they make me watch. I wouldn’t stand for it. I did what I could, did what I had to. Opened myself up to the monster inside. Four psychiatrists and a failed relationship later, had done me absolutely no good. I was just as fucked now as I was when the whole mess started. Only, I could feel it by then. An urge to go out and lay waste to the same kind of scum that had torn my life apart.

I resisted, just like anyone else would in that kind of situation. I tried to fight it. To keep it from blackening my soul further with more deaths. But it persisted in me. I ended up become recluse. Doing nothing but working from home online and lifting weights. I thought the solitude was doing me good since the urges had started to slow and were fading. But all I was doing was becoming an efficient and powerful machine of flesh and bone. I never even noticed how people were starting to look different to me. How some people just looked…off, compared to the rest. I was turning a blind eye towards the very thing that was attempting to control me. I had stupidly turned my back to it and it had seized the opportunity to mold me into something it could use. That’s when I went for help.

She was an old Gypsy woman. A horse, Clydesdale if I’m not mistaken. She was my only hope, and the only person willing to help me face the monster growing inside. Truth be told, she was the only one that believed me when I said it was like an actual force inside my mind and body trying to take control. She told me that it was a sign. That my life was majorly unbalanced and that I needed to restore it. So, I meditated for hours on end. Until I finally entered the same trance like state so many people had described. But I found myself facing a monster. Just the look of it sent shivers down my spine and to the tip of my tail. I was woefully unprepared for what I was about to face. I had gone into the deepest recesses of my mind with nothing more than a two-by-four with nails in one end, to fight something that could bite me in two with the head it had for a left fucking hand. It was at this moment I knew I was lost to the monster.


Part Two Here http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7399403/