That night, the night I was born, it was the same night as five other sacred were born.
We are known as the children of the 7 deadly sins.
One of us was born dead. One is always born dead.
The one born dead was my brother.
He was my brother, why'd it have to be him? I feel so alone.
Every hundred years 7 children are born. All albinos. All mentally ill in the eyes of everyone.
Every time one child dies in order for the rest to strive on.
Its just a matter of time before Creed comes after us though.
Its up to me to see if I have what it takes to end this horrible slaughter tradition and kill Creed, or will I join my brother in the shadow lands.
Its all up to me.
