"You can never permanently kill Sin, they will always come back, just luckily for us without the memories of their previous lives."

Something that all the Sins' learned the hard way, death would never be the end for them as they did not fit within the category of "living" beings. They were raw emotion and what was considered the "evil" of humanity, birthed when human kind grew sentient and civilized enough to gain such concepts; the first was Pride, followed by Envy, then Greed, Lust, Wrath and finally Sloth. They were not created in Hell as most assume, even if they were considered 'evil' by nature, they roamed the Earth along side humans quietly; feeding off of them within the shadows like any other supernatural creature until they eventually ran into one another.

It was then that a 'family' was formed, even if their bonds weren't sound and true, just as their own bodies were. With no allegiances to any one side outside of their own, the Sins' became stronger the longer time passed, and with each reincarnation they began to take the shape of the humans they fed from. This made it easier for them, feeding became less frantic and more leisure, their mannerisms were adopted alongside their languages and eventually they were not much different. Legends of their true forms died out, along with the memories of what they use to be, or how many times they had died only to come back with only one thought in mind.

Return home.

Life is strange with a personified Sin, for they are neither demon nor angel, human or beast; they are concepts at best and an enigma at worst. What is stagnant among them, outside of their reincarnation, is their power; which far outweighs many species and puts them in a class of their own, alone they might be easier to kill, but as a family they are an undefeatable army.