Blood Bound

Blood Bound

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Genetic alterations were the new discovery and everyone wanted to make themselves perfect. Humans began to mess with things that shouldn't be messed with and it angered the gods. How they tempered with the creatures they made because they wanted better, filled with greed. So, the gods damned the humans and sent havoc on the world. The world as everyone new it changed and the people within it did too. Mountains split open and began to unleash the hell below. Caged things that were meant to be in nightmares were unleashed. Creatures began to prey on humans and those humans realized too late that they shouldn't have messed with things that weren't suppose to be messed with. And so, they took their science and altered their own genes to survive the wrath of the gods. Yet again, stoking the fire of the gods. The gods realized that humanity needed to be cleansed of their sins and the genetic altercations turned on them. The humans that genetically altered themselves were cursed, binding them to their sins. These monsters had one sin that was more compelling than the rest and their goal was to do whatever it took for people to cave in to their own sinful ways. They were split up into seven groups: arrogance, anger, envy, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. These human's genetics were bonded with their sins. Contorted and shown as the real monsters they were, those that were not genetically altered turned on them. They locked the beasts away and prayed for forgiveness from the gods, to stop the havoc and restore their faith. Yet, the gods have no mercy and a final blow wiped out many of the humans; a warning to never do such a thing again. In the reminisce of those that were dead, laid bodies upon bodies that soon arose and made sure that the humans did no such treason again. And so, decades passed and the reckoning carried on, humans forgetting all about the beasts that were locked up. Until one day, curiosity killed the cat.
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

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