1 Prologue (2/2)

Alarms rang through his head throwing him into a panic that refused to reveal itself on his face it appeared through his thoughts 'I'm only alive to eventually fight. I lives for several lives yet the only meaning of it is to face a virtuous fellow.'

'My experiences... they were just setting me up for my final life.'

'I have reincarnated 6 times and approaching my 7th but then what? My purpose will have been served so then what? Will I just stop existing?'

'Who even created me? Why do they want us to fight? The injustice I have suffered is just made for me on purpose. The so called destiny has set me up and this is what I get?'

plagued with thoughts he shook his head to awake from his blunder and turned to the crowd that has already gathered.

Pure silence.

Without a qualm the sinful man suddenly felt like it was the right time to tell his story. He felt a very mixed feeling within as he could see the gleaming eyes of the youth reflecting their excitement.

'Why are they so excited? Surely they'll learn to not do what I have done in the past, right?'

For the old man it felt underwhelming as he expected that from all the groups that listened to his story they would learn to never be like him

yet they gained an admiration of respect for him.

The praises that he felt was undeserved was showered on him and no matter how much he wanted to rebut he couldn't help but keep quiet if Asmodeus or Mammon were to hear him.

The main part he was afraid of was whoever created him. If they have the power to create 2 entities and create the course of their life then they can just as easily replace him.

It was indeed troublesome as he had no choice but to keep a blank and emotionless face and if necessary relish in the moment and act as if he was flattered by the admiration.

Or even scowl the justice that these demons hated.

But there was never an idea that could form of this so called 'justice' for the old man. To him it seemed that the majority is what all demons hated but when adding more details the idea of justice seemed...murky.

He wondered about the 7 virtues fellow in heaven and question what this person may feel like 'does he accept it? With the justice brainwashing he received he probably would pray on that thought every second. As far as I remember they follow an extremely strict hierarchy in order to keep order that the cost of individuality.'

The reminder of the laws of heaven sent shivers to the old man but to make sure he didn't bore the audience he takes a deep breath in order to start his story.

”Thank you for your time and patience it seems I owe youastory so I hope you pay attention to my story”

With that the crowd went into a small uproar due to the atmosphere but they quickly hushed themselves so that they could hear the story that was about to begin.

”This the story of the lifetimes I have experienced that made me suffer Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Wrath, Envy and Sloth.....”