Wolfwood has long since come to terms with the fact that there is no god. There is simply no other explanation for the atrocities he is subjected to day in and day out. The Bible passages the preacher used to share at the orphanage may as well have been fairytales for all the relevance they've had to his short and miserable life. That is until the good begins to reveal itself to him. And once he begins seeing it, he can't look away. Maybe there's more to this life than he thought. (crossposted from ao3)

They say the divine light works in mysterious ways; unfortunately, so does the darkness. The shadows that whisper in your ear, gently persuading you to stray from the path of righteousness. Plant the seed of temptation. Wolfwood has chosen this peaceful life - one of little sin - as his penance, and so far, it's been good to him. Helped ease his mind. Given him a sense of purpose. That is, until, he bears witness to a unique confession. Then everything goes to shit. (crossposted from ao3)