The sins of the parents will be passed down to the children. Our children will bear our sins.
Gideon Cahill stared at the serum he had just created. It bubbled and fizzed, an odd green color in the glass vial he held in his hand. It smelled obnoxious, and he was hesitant to drink it.
Would he survive? What would this do to him?
Opening his mouth, he held the vial up to his mouth, and swallowed the entire solution. Nothing happened.
He put down the vial, and was surprised when it smashed against the counter. He had underestimated his strength. But . . . he had only placed it down as hard as he normally did, right?
Grabbing another vial, he gasped as it smashed in his grip.
The serum was better than he'd imagined.
But then a weakness filled him, and he staggered into the house, and saw Olivia's worried glance. He assured that everything was fine, that he just had to rest for a while.
He lay in bed for a while, and thought about what he had created, what he had done to himself. Getting out of bed a week later, he discovered he was fine, and that he could now work on his four part serum, which had been his original intent.
Mixing them together had been a horrible mistake.
Completing the last one a few days later, he headed off to his friend, Vesper, to tell him of his discovery.
Things did not go as planned, and that night, Gideon Cahill died, but not before giving each one of his children a part to the serum. That was his greatest sin.
The years passed, and the four branches fought, quarreled, tearing each other down. Much blood was shed.
Our children will bear our sins.
Many a mother sobbed, screaming her pain out into the night as she buried yet another child.
Our children will bear our sins.
Many a father was killed. Many a brother lost, at the hands of a bloodthirsty family member, who was afraid that one clue would fall into the wrong hands.
Our children will bear our sins.
The thirst for power consumed them, and it obsessed the minds of even the smallest child.
Our children will bear our sins.
However . . .
Four hundred years later, Grace Cahill started the clue hunt, and ended it. Within less than two months.
Such a thing had never been heard of. The branches were now united, but the blood from the past still screamed to be avenged.
Irina's blood, soaked into the sandy beach, was not enough.
Our children will bear our sins.
An old family friend had to come onto the scene and destroy the family. Again.
The fight over the serum had begun again. And it happened again.
The Vespers defeated, not without blood, a Cahill took the serum, and tried to rule the world.
Our children will bear our sins.
Once again, the parent's sins were seeping down, even unto the tenth and eleventh generations.
Our children will bear our sins. Forever.
Just a little (unedited) something that I thought I'd share with you.
Of course its stupid, like everything I write, so the fact that you read to the bottom of this was amazing.
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