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A Sin of All Sins RP - Char: 'Lust' - Background Entries

16th Century, France.

Journal Entry:

Our war has finally spilled over into this Time. The mortals now fight over what we have always fought over. Different names, different faces, and yet, the cause is the same. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth. We are present in every move they make, every word they speak. They may not know it, but they're helping our cause. There are battles daily, around the world. It is nothing compared to some we've seen in the past, but with our aid, it could be. Magic has died in this Time, but their gunpowder invention will work nicely. We will help them regain the knowledge they've lost since we were last awake. We will show them a real war. Chaos runs rampant and we thrive on it. The Virtues will worry and fret for these mortals. They will be distracted for a time. This is good. For us.

It will not be a stalemate this time. The Virtues will not have this victory.

The city is aglow with flames. The priest burns at the stake for his beliefs while his murderers roam free. They should not fault him his desires. It is only natural. Besides, who could resist me?

They punish him as they dare not me. The women point their fingers at me and say that I have sinned. I laughed at them, as my siblings would have done, and replied that I am a Sin. And I enjoy every bit of it. They inched away from me and left me be. They wish to see me burn as well, I know it. But their men cannot bear to part with me. Who else would see their desires fulfilled? Even if those desires were not theirs to begin with.

These mortals are easy to manipulate. They worry so much over good and evil that they cannot tell a Sin when they face her each day, greet her each morning, and love her each night. It will be easy to turn the men on their women, those that clutch so tightly to their jewels that they've forgotten how to share. If only Greed were here with me...

An explosion has sounded outside my window. Perhaps the women have come for me, as they have often threathened. I will show them why they should fear me. Even Wrath will be proud.