A/N: Greetings earthlings... hehe. No seriously. It's almost the new year so happy end of the decade everybody! 2010 here we go! So anyway this is an idea for a story that's been chewing away at my brain. As the titles would suggest there will be lots of sinning (if that's a word) and lots of other pleasures. Also watch out guys because your favourite character may be shown in a rather unattractive way... I'll let you and your imagination dwell on that. But watch out for a unhinged Snorri, a dejected Jenna, a sadistic and a little masochistic Marcia and a slightly evil Septimus. May the whippings commence...
Prologue: History is Made
History is written by the victor. And because of this I am more inclined to favour Aristotle as he argued that poetry is superior to history, because poetry speaks of what must or should be true, rather than merely what is stated as true. Herodotus considered by some as the first systematic historian, and then later Plutarch freely invented speeches for their historical figures and chose their historical subjects with an eye toward morally improving the reader. This is why the misguided opinion that there is only right and wrong, good and evil, persecutor and persecuted is a lie. History shows no shade of grey. Only what is and what isn't. What happened and not why. Most ancient cultures held a mythical conception of history and time. Oh how I wish that their perception was true. They believed that history was cyclical with alternating Dark and Golden Ages.
Everything that was good in me has died.
Justice. Deceased. Righteousness. Deceased. Admiration. Deceased. Integrity. Deceased. Honesty. Deceased. Virtue. Deceased. Honour. Deceased. Respect. Deceased. Principles. Deceased. Graciousness. Deceased. Nobility. Deceased. Love. I shall never love again.
The first sin is always the hardest to commit. After then it is child's play. Don't say I didn't try to warn you. Don't say I didn't tell you to run. Don't say I deserted you. There is no way out. No turning back and no second chances. The gates are open, now comes the flood.
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