I do not own Highschool DxD, this is a non-profit trailer for my next story to tend the dust bunnies that have been storming my mind.
I know that many of you who are fans of my other popular story called "The Progenitor." I have not had many ideas for this story because I have been living life and many dust bunnies such as this that live in my mind.
I shall get on with the Trailer.
What is 'Sin?'
To sin . . .
A being of great omnipotence, one who could destroy worlds and create rifts to different dimensions, by flaring its power. This being walked.
To let the taint engulf your very essence, to slowly let the chains of Hell grasp at your very soul. To steal its very essence and make you drown yourself, to make its' descent from each layer of Hell.
The being continued to walk. On. And on. Forever walking and absorbing what it was created to do.
How can Taint do this?
To absorb taint.
Where did Taint come from?
To free them of their sins.
Something had to counterbalance Taint.
To damn itself, for all sentient life.
Something had to have created it . . .
Something had to damn its very life.
It was born of Sin. To counterbalance this presence from every sentient being that has met its end.
It had no meaning until it had met its other part. The one this that made it feel . . .
But . . . a container can only hold so much before it bears the scars of age.
But all good things . . . must come to an end. But to ask itself, is it a Sin to Be in Love.
Sometimes those scars will reopen and the containers content will spill out.
Apparently it is for a being made of Sin itself . . . or maybe it is just another unfortunate decision created by its creator . . . or maybe the creator just finds humor in torturing it further.
But what could reopen scars of such impenetrable stone?
To take what made this being sane, and to cause a glitch in the system. To cause what had been created to save.
To Awaken such A Beast.
Into something that destroys!
Burning fire reigned throughout the battlefield as the torrent of flames destroyed organic matter. The miasmic smoke that choked the victims of war. They too became a casualty of war. A war that they had started, and as such brought about destruction. Which in tow brought a savior to become destroyer. To make a creature into such a . . .
A single eye opened up and stared at the moon. Reaching for it, to touch it once more. . .
To one day touch its moonlight again. A single question was asked that night as the being continued its torture that is living.
"Could you still love me? Even after what I have become . . .
"After I became the Beast?"