The Weight of the World: A Warrior's Reflection on Mortal Sin

I stand at the edge of my sanctum in the sky, gazing down upon a world consumed by sin. The sight below is one that churns my stomach, for it is a tapestry woven from the darkest threads of human nature. I see monsters violating women, men betraying their spouses, and slavery—both willing and unwilling—that taints the very air. Such open depravity, such naked sin, sickens me to my core. And yet, even I am not untouched by these temptations; my own interactions have been limited to acts of purity—soothing the weary or propagating life. But my work is far from over.

As a holy warrior, I have dedicated my existence to purging impurity from this realm. Each slaughter brings me closer to redemption, or so I tell myself. But in moments like these, when I witness the depths of mortal sin, I am reminded of my own fallibility. The weight of my past actions presses upon me like a physical burden, and I question whether true justice can ever be achieved through mere destruction. Is there a line between righteous judgment and merciless cruelty? Anonymous, have you ever felt the pull of temptation, only to recoil in horror at your own capacity for darkness?

In these quiet moments of reflection, I am torn between my divine purpose and my inner turmoil. The celestial order demands purity, but can such order be maintained without compassion? Perhaps it is not enough to simply eliminate the impure—we must also understand the root of their corruption. As I look out at the world below, I am reminded that my crusade is a long and arduous one. The fight against sin is never-ending, and it begins within ourselves. Will we rise above our baser instincts, or succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume us all?