Before time was counted, before names were carved into stone or stories carried by breath, the world was born in silence.
It was not a perfect world—but it was a balanced one.
Humans walked the land with desire in their hearts and restraint in their souls. They felt anger, yet knew when to let it fade. They wanted, yet understood when enough was enough. Hunger drove them to survive, not to consume endlessly. Emotion existed, but it did not rule.
For a time, the world endured.
But balance is fragile.
From the unseen depths of the human heart where emotions linger longer than thoughts something began to stir. Not summoned by gods. Not forged by demons. Born naturally, inevitably, from excess.
At first, they were nothing more than whispers.
A thought that lingered too long.
A desire that refused to fade.
An anger that demanded release.
Those whispers grew. They learned. And eventually, they took form.
Seven entities emerged, unseen yet ever present, feeding on what humanity offered freely. They did not descend from the heavens nor rise from abyss. They walked among humans, cloaked in flesh, hidden behind faces that changed with generations.
They would later be named:
Pride.
Greed.
Lust.
Envy.
Wrath.
Gluttony.
Sloth.
They did not conquer with force. They guided. They whispered. They nurtured excess until balance shattered.
Kingdoms rose on ambition and fell to greed. Love twisted into obsession. Faith became control. Rage burned cities while sloth let them rot.
Humanity believed these were their own flaws, But they were wrong.
As centuries passed, the Seven learned a cruel truth: they could not be destroyed, they were Eternal.
When a body failed, they simply moved onslipping into another vessel, another era, another face. They were eternal, as long as humanity remained human.
The world adapted to corruption. It normalized it.
And then, something unexpected happened.
Among countless souls consumed by whispers, a rare few were born… resistant.
Within them stirred a force untouched by the Seven's influence. A quiet strength that pushed back against the pull. These individuals could sense what others could not. Feel the presence lurking behind smiles. Stand firm where entire cities fell.
This force came to be known, in fragments of forgotten tongues, as Rin.
Those who awakened Rin became powerful, having power to defend themselves and world. Their existence was never widespread, never stable. History tried to forget them, but legends survived where records failed.
And from those legends, a prophecy emerged.
Not written. Not carved. Passed in whispers through generations.
It spoke of a single individual.
Not a king.
Not a god.
Not a conqueror.
A human, born weak in body, unremarkable in origin, who would walk through a world drowned in corruption. One who would face the Seven not to destroy them, but to end their dominion.
The legend promised that when this person's journey ended, the world itself would be remade.
A new beginning.
A world freed from the shadows that had guided it since creation.
Yet the prophecy was incomplete. Torn. Fragmented.
Its final words were rarely spoken aloud:
"For a world without sin to be born, one soul must bear the weight of them all."
No one truly understood what that meant. Some called it hope.
Others called it madness.
Time marched forward. The Seven continued their quiet reign and became powerful. They created their own earth inside a mirror world, where they live without any vessel yet in their real body and created devouring monsters which goes to the real world and devours humans with Sins.
Yet Humanity lived, loved, fought, and desired—unaware that their choices were never entirely their own.
And in the current age, beneath a sky that had seen too much and remembered too little…
A child was born.
Far from legends.
Far from prophecies.
Far from knowing that the Chronicles had begun once more.