Sin Riot

Age: 24

Face Claim: Park Taemin 

Species: Aliuanthrone - Form: Black Cat

Place of Birth: The Haunted Village-America

Personal Traits : Intelligent,Egoistic,Selfish,Self-Centered,Loyal

Family: Van Riot-Twin,Jade,Luke and Cyan Riot-Cousins

Current Location: Eternal City

As the time passed by the twins grew,and so did the pain within her fragile body. The secret she kept from her husband found its way to be revealed and exposed. She passed out right in front of him,the shock to him was great,at this point each day,her condition would get worse ,she’d pass out and stay in bed for days,only eating the raw meat her body regularly keeps rejecting ,her skin would get paler and paler she looked like the living dead,she was living and breathing but she did not look alive at all. The Beast got fed up with the horrible things,his loved wife is going through, at this point of his life he loved his children,but he loved his wife more,his beauty was now slowly dying,dying to protect the babies inside of her,but those babies were killing their own mother without knowing it. She was Human,weak to carry the hybrid babies,the mixed babies whom now fully took the form and DNA of their father,the strong inhumane blood. He would often think to himself he should talk to his wife about abortion,but it was too late,he found out the secret too late,they were blooming flowers,faster than the ordinary human babies. 

It was one night in particular,his wife was lying down in bed,the sweat trailing down her warm body,it reached the limit,she reached her human limit to carry those babies. He his lips to  let a heavy sigh,sitting down on the bed next to her he took her hand in his,closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against the back of her hand leaving a kiss. ‘ We will not have those babies. You are slowly fading away,your condition gets words,I am afraid I might lose you,and I don’t want to live without the person whose life means much more to me than my own. ‘ The woman swallowed the ball stuck in her throat as she was hit by the harsh words of her husband,she knew the way he is,that he’d be the one to do anything to get those babies killed. She knew his love for her was an addiction,she was his drug,she was his everything just as he was to her. She gave a nod of her head as she kept her eyes close,the sweat dripping down to her eyes,the tear breaking through as it was followed by the sweat,the sweat hiding her tears,as she squeezed his hand.A man smiled as he moved down using his hand as a support on bed to hold his balance,as hee pressed his lips against her forehead giving her a kiss before pulling away. ‘ I am going to get you some medicine from nearby Village,please rest my love. ‘ He added as he went to do so. Who’d say that was the picture he’d had in his memory of his beloved angelic wife. 

As he left the woman with weak body managed to get up from the bed using her last atoms of strength left in her ,her breathing heavy,as her chapped lips part only to inhale the air before exhaling,her  hand pressed against the wooden surface of table holding her balance as her bare feet walk on the floor,her dress soaked in the sweat as her locks cascaded down her back,her then untamed locks lost the wildness and dried out along with her strength ,slowly fading away just like her. She managed to get out of the room,moving slowly as she held herself walking down stairs step by step as she held her hand wrapped around her belly,feeling her skin moving and stretching as the babies kicked and moved,her exhausted body,the pain boiling in her ,almost exploding she managed to add a smile to her face as she felt her babies kicking.Before reaching the door of the House,she sat down in the living room,taking the pen and paper,writing a letter to her Husband. ‘ You were love,and you always will be. Even when I die my soul will be with you,death cannot be the limit to our love nor change the feelings we have for each other. Please respect my choice as you’d expect me to respect yours. I never felt this way before,of being a mother. Please understand my darling,do not blame yourself nor anyone else,my children are still my children,our children and we need to be there for them- I know you will be mad and disappointed in me,but please don’t be mad for too long while I’m gone. I love you and always will ,even if my body is no longer given its soul,my soul will be there,that is something the time cannot take away from us. Goodbye. Please take care of our children that is my only wish to make. Stay tafe my forever one and only. Goodbye until the day we meet again in another place,in another lifetime. Sarang hae Hae Ji. ‘ As she finished the pearly tear falls down on the paper,decorating it with the tear of a woman who loved her man and her family. 

She stood up as her hues scanned the letter she left,taking off her ring as she placed it down,her tears rolling down her cheeks,shining like the diamonds as her face show no expression at all,her tears washing away her emotions only to have the blank,empty look in her eyes. Bare foot she stepped outside of their Home,filled with memories,as she walks away,the brain unlocks  the memories when they first met,remembering how she walked barefoot into his life and is leaving the same way.

Walking away she stared in the eyes of the Dark forest,she knew there was a church deep in the Darkness of forest,she knew it was the only safe place to peacefully part from her soul after giving a birth to her babies. As she entered into forest the moonlight was the only friend lighting her path up,the thorns of dried roses piercing into her flesh,the blood staining the leaves beneath her feet,not feeling the pain at all was the last stage she reached,her hair waving around as the wind brushes through,the cold night wrapping it’s arms around her,her blood and sweat along with Forests mist circling in the air as the dead silence placed upon the dark forests fades away as the ancient ballad of rain,sang through the Forest,the very first pearl of rain dropping on the leaves echoing the Forest surrounded by the sleeping souls of almond brown-trees ,the tears of Autumn falling down on Forests,the dried ground beneath her feet making the beds filled with rain drops as the ground absorbed the long missed tears of Autumn,the sound of branches cracking under feet suddenly stopped as her dress was glued to her flesh,covered in the blanket of cold rain,she stopped for a minute as he palm leaned against the surface of oak-tree,holding her balance as she inhaled deeply the fresh smell of earth,the shell of rain,the smell of tears falling down to feed the dry ground. Her hair bounding down her face,covering the exhaustion drawn on her face as the pearls of rain drop down her Mahogany hair,showered by the rain. She lifted her head up despite the heavy rain,her porcelain face decorated with dash of silver tears falling from the sky covered with  shining bright starts who were slowly hiding away as she grey like clouds covered up the sky of the night,the lightning striking nearby tree,breaking through its barks ,the sound almost of wicked light striking scared the birds away who were hiding in the darkness of Forest,the sky filled with Ravens as they flew up,Merjema  was enchanted by the view in front of her,so frightening and yet so beautiful.  She smiled once again as she moved herself through the Forest,the leaves dancing in the air as the wind brushed over once again,she finally saw the peak of the Church hidden in the Woods by the Guardian Oak-trees and mushroom who grew under the shady roof of conker-brown Trees. 

Her palm removing the branches of leaves protecting the view of Church to many,as she walked in,the path made of green soft grass,pressing her feet against the soft surface as her blood leaking from the scratches decorated the grass with red dots,standing in front of the Gates,her hues scanning the Church her hand extended out as she was looking for the last straw of salvation,not for her but for two beating hearts growing inside of her. Before she was able to say a word ,blankness appeared in front of her eyes,her  fragile body dropping down in the arms of soft grass,decorated with rain pearls,her eyes slowly closing as her hues direct towards the Gates of Church. Her body lying in the arms of Grass as the sound of tears falling down on her lips dominated,the tears of Autumn,falling down on her face,moving to her heated lips cooled by the cold tears dropping into her lips as a bit of refreshment to her exhausted weak human body. The Church was known to be the place for a Priest to live and pray to God in the God’s house,pray for the souls of fallen,and pray for the monsters to find the right path and those good children of the God with soft heart to be protected and safe and given forgiveness for the sins they’ve committed in the past,including priest himself. Even the priest was no man without sins on his path of life,the sins and tests sent by God himself,in order to test the limit and loyalty of people,and prepare them for what’s coming,they said the God has never given the tests to you to pass,which you were not able to pass in first place,He always gives tests within our limit,it is up to us whether to resist the temptation or give in and  please the Devil. The Church a perfect place and shelter for those in need.

As the woman laid down in the arms of Green Grass,a white bird flew down from the oak-tree she was observing a woman from. She walked around the woman as she tried to touch her hand with her beak,pushing it slightly but a woman have no sign. No movement from her side. A bird flew up as she bumped into the exquisite stained-glass rose window imported from France,the Priest down on his knees in front of altar the peace and silence moment given by the magic of prayer was broken by the loud pump noise on the window. 

The priest saw the white feathers circling in the air as he rushed over to window,his pair of glasses lifted up by his finger as he scanned the area.The drops of rain falling down to  exquisite stained-glass rose window, all covered by a gabled roof with stone lintels and sills at the ends, and topped with a cross. Enclosing this remarkable entryway are twin columns on either side that rise above the roof they surround with attached brick piers at each corner. The thunder yet only brightening the sky,letting the white-blue zigzag shaped line to dominate and break a piece of Darkness in the sky. The priest squeezed his eye-muscles as he looked through the window,a slender white figure of a woman in white,lying down. His eyes widely open as the sound of rain becomes heavier and louder,he rushed out of the Church as she approached the lifeless so it seemed woman wearing a silk white dress. Her face buried in the soft ground,brown pieces of mud decorating her porcelain skin,smudged over her eyelids as the rain slowly washed away the dirt from her face. Shocked at the view in front of him ,he jumped up from the shock his hand instantly rushing to grab the cross hanging on his neck the prayer sent to God before he lowered himself down on the ground his hands buried under her body as he lifted her up in his arms closer to his torso, hiding her face  from the heavy touch of rain,taking her in the God’s house. ‘ Holy Spirit of Jesus what happened to this God’s child,to be in this state she is right now ‘ he proclaimed as he carried up into the room hidden in the attic kicking the door open with his leg,he moved to bed as he placed her body down on bed,covering her with luxurious cashmere blanket. 

Taking the soft cotton pad into his hands he dipping them into old water ,lifting it up letting the drops of water to drop down before pressing it against her face,softly removing the dirt away,before throwing them into the bin. His hand moved away as he could see the woman was pregnant,his palm placed on her forehead as the heat from within her body,crushed on his palm shock on his face more than obvious as he prayed inside of his mind for this child to be saved. Suddenly feeling the presence around her,her eyes slowly open only to see the closed eyes of the priest,squeezing the cross in his hands as he sends the prayers to gates of Heaven,praying to God to save those in hard position and the ones to be long gone. She slowly moved her finger up,the tip of her finger touching the back of priests hand,his eyes wide open as the cross prints its shape in his palm. ‘ Father-I-I-Please save’ she stopped herself before taking in a breath through her crasspy mouth. ‘ Save my-m-y-my c-c-children. ‘ She added before her head dropped down to aside her eyes closing due to exhaustion of her body. 

The priest had no other choice but to grant the wish of the woman who had the good heart and will to give up on her life to save another. Feeling the sadness inside of him,a sigh escaping his lips as he went to bathroom. His head lifted up as he was gazing in the mirror,his own reflection staring back at him,as the Questions of life and death bombarded his mind. Leaning his hand onto silver faucet letting the hot water to pout into huge bucket before taking the towels which were hanging on the wall. The alcohol paced in safety section taken away along with pair of scissors and a knife. He moved back into the room with the equipment needed for the birth to be given. He knew the woman could not give the birth natural way,he needed to perform the Cesarean Section. Before starting to do so he Questioned the woman with blank stare in her eyes,who passes out and opens her eyes every few minutes. ‘ I must use another method,you cannot give a birth naturally is that fine by you my child ‘ he Questioned worriedly. No words were spoken,only a nod of her head approving the Cesarean Section to be done in order to save the babies. 

The Priest had the mixed feelings,he wanted the woman to live,but the woman wanted her children to live. He was no one to judge but to accept the fate placed upon this child by God. His palm sliding down her body as he removed the cashmere blanket,the cotton pad soaked by the alcohol as he rubbed it up against her belly,sterilizing the area before he took the knife in his hand,praying to God loudly as he began to cut down into her flesh,the river of blood,speaking the cashmere blanket  ,before he moved the night around her stomach circular motions as he cut deeper and deeper, the smell of blood dominating in the air,as the woman lied down,not moving,not making any sound as she was being cut in alive,with no painkillers,no allesthesia,only the pure heart of a mother who loves her children more than her own life. Her palm grabbed in the blanket,her nails piercing through as the pain was killing her already,the pearl of tear dropping down from the corner of her eyes before she took one last breath.

As the priest removed the flesh from her stomach ,the scalpel used to cut the umbilical cord, as the cry of babies filled up the room,the first day of their lives,the first time for them to breath in the air. Sadly the moment the Priest took out the twins, the mother had already let  her last breath out. Dying on the spot as the new lives were brought. The life taken away in order for another to start and live. The priest couldn’t help but shed a tear of sadness for the young mother who died.Even tho he did not know her it didn’t take him  long enough to recognize the beautiful and pure soul. A smile broken through the curtain on tears on his face,as he was looking at the new born babies laying them in the arms of their Mother,at least giving them the first and last magical touch and scent of their Angelic mother. The babies as soon as they were placed in the arms of their mother,suddenly stopped crying and a smile peeked on their small mouth. The twins mimicking each other's movements as their small hands gently caressed their mother's face. The day they were born,the same day of the death of their beloved Mother. The brave woman who gave the death another meaning. To live is to die,to die is to live. 

The priest took the twins from the arms of their mother,they started crying again,as if they knew that something happened,the bound between the mother and the children she carried inside of her us unbreakable and has no limits,not even the death. The priest took the twins giving them a bath as he was praying for their lives to be filled with joy and no tragedy at all. As he wrapped the twins in clean white towels holding them in his arms rocking them slightly,the sound of door shattering to pieces echoed the God’s house,the Black Panther drowned by the smell of Blood,the blood of his wife,dragged him into this Holy place,the Panther standing before  the priest  who held babies in his arms,he turned around in fear praying for children to be safe. The loud sound of Panthers tears sang a song about the death of his loved wife ,and pain the one can feel after losing your other half. Your partner ,your soulmate. The letter he got to read,too late to save her. 

As he saw the dead body of his wife laying down in her own bath of blood,shifting back to his human form,the rain of tears falling down his face as the scream followed by the pain broke through his mouth,sitting down as he took her lifeless body into his arms holding her tight,as the tears soaked her hair,crying and screaming ,for his life to be back to life,cursing the one who dared to take her life away. The priest moved to man,placing his hand on his shoulder as the babies started crying.The man turned around,the blurry vision of his scanning the babies as he clenched his fist ,the anger and yet love towards the children being pushed away,as he considered them reason why his wife died in  first place.  His teeth crushing against each other,gridding as he spoke harshly the words breaking through the teeth. ‘ Give me those bastards. ‘ 

The Priest refused as he narrowed his brows at man,staring at him as he held the children tightly in his arms rocking them so they’d stop crying,the shh sound escaping his mouth. The man snached the twins out from his hands. Not looking back at the dead body of his wife,as he never came back to the Village again. He took them in because his wife wanted him to do so,after all they had his blood running through their veins. The Priest was left alone with the dead body. He arranged the funeral and paid for everything  making sure everything was done by the rules of religion. Her name engraved Merjem with no surname. Only the name and a letter whom priest had written if the children seeks to see their mother,placed right under the rock holding the rose petal.  And the priest would live only to remember the tragic story of one family. Loving and destructive. Sweet but poisonous. 

~From Innocent children to Dangerous men~

The man named the twins Sin and Van Riot. Sin to remind him of what he really is a sin who should've never be brought to the land of living. He moved to his motherland South Korea-Busan where he raised the two twins. The town filled with greed for money,fame and fashion. The competitive surrounding where being the best is the only option to survive,and you are never good enough,you are never good,you need to be great,greater,the greatest,the top of the top. The twins were raised strictly under the one roof,of course luxurious life was provided to them by cold-hearted father. The love and hatred he felt towards the twins,never allowed him to get closer to them and their emotions. From the early years of childhood,they twins were not considered to be warm and caring towards each  other,they were raised strictly to be competitors with no emotions included,they only shared blood and nothing else. No emotions attached,only the hatred and blindness by the competing with each other. Their father was training them to be the killing machine,emotions were just the things for them that’d get in the way of process to being the perfect Killing machine.Fear and tears were not allowed in their household. If a tear would be shed the sound of whip breaking the flesh would be the only thing singing in the huge mansion they lived in. The Mansion filled with nothing but thirst for power and strict rules to be followed. Sin and Van only knew how to hit each other's weaknesses and compete in order to satisfy the cold-hearted father. Father who provided everything but love and mercy towards them.

As the twins grew so did the hatred towards each other. They were the top ranking at their school followed by the strict education program,at the young age the both of them were able to hack into the system of the government due to their abnormal intelligence and greed for more regardless of what it is,awarded multiple times for building up the most humanoid like robot with specific functions. But both of them were the robots themselves,no emotions to be shown  or received only the obeying the commands given by their father who owned the entertainment agency in Seoul.The father would only give them more and more test and challenges to challenge the limit until there’s no limit. Because we are the ones who create our own limits. Raised as perfect robots,they were given the assignment from their father to become to true Alpha.but only one of them could be the Alpha. Meaning it is the battle of life and death between the two wicked twins,bounded by blood and hatred. The only thing they knew is to win,whatever it takes. 

However the Sin Riot had the twisted part to him. His room was filled with collections of swords and knives,the torture devices along with self made bombs,cameras placed all over the room detecting the presence of people who enter his room only to activate the shotgun to fire at them. Many traps like a movement sensor to burn the flesh with its rays were hidden in his room,the voodoo dolls made of human hair he took from the ones that annoyed him,he had the personal diary where he’d write the name of his victims and describing the ways to kill them. At the young age he became twisted minded the thirst for blood becoming deadlier to those around him,he even tried to kill his own twin multiple times. He used to sneak in the dark corners of the city awaiting for his next victim to enter the dark street only to skin them alive and store their eyeballs into jar,his knives were each given  name and purpose,his knowledge of anatomy,the human body structure and fatal deadly points allowed him to be the silent killer. The title given by Korean press,who found the victims dead,drained out,with their organs taken out as they were murdered coldly,easily sometimes the torturing would make them beg for their own death. The silent killer,the most wanted on the list and the one who was worth the more,even the prize as an award were given to those who catch him.

Sin would be hiding and observing them ones who tried to observe him,haunting those who haunted him only to catch them alive and throw into the basement of his house. The sound of crying filled up the room,the souls of those lost victims running around the scene of their death,the souls that live within the walls. He’d have the man standing named as he’d chop of their genitalia with knife called ‘Shrimp ‘ a perfect therm to describe their genitals. After the cruel act the victim would scream in pain as Sin’s face would be painted by the fresh blood,only for him to take the man’s genital and stuff it into his mouth to shut him up before making him nom nom on his own genital. Their eyes could be poked out ,added to a stake as the decoration to shelves along with tongues stored into jars,adding soul to the wall. A spike would be pierced through females kitty,having them on stake before frying them as he sold them out as the nw delicatese and addiction to the menu. The restaurants would ask what the secret to his tender meat was,ah if only they knew. Proceeding with his cruel actions in Busan,the end fto his actions finally came as the death of their grandmother was announced. Oh great now she died and we need to move the country for her lovely dovely be sent into Heaven. Great. Sin would show no emotions what so ever ,considering it was nothing but a weakness,it wasn’t the fact that he had to move country to honor her death,but the fact of seeing Luke and Jade again. Sin never showed his emotions,the death of his grandmother,was surprising to him ,making him feel something he could not explain by words nor he wanted to,he deluded himself about his own emotions. His grandmother after all was the only person whom he had no contact with since his childhood,despite that,she was still his family,someone who should be sent away with respect.

Sin was pissed by the fact he had to leave even refused but the deal his father offered was something he couldn’t refuse ,the title of Alpha. As they left to America,the day of the funeral arrived. He was searching through his closet his outfit and his clothes already designed for nothing but funerals,since the day one whoever met the Sin Riot never came back alive. Or went back as i n pieces,given out in a box on their mother's birthday. Sin and Van knew what they were,and the title of Alpha is something they would kill without thinking,and they had all the Qualifications to be the one. Even to perfect to fit the title. As they were sending the old hag to the pits of Hell,across the grave stood the Luke Riot with the ugly thing that calls herself a female no titie looked ass-bag of used condoms. Sin and his gang kicking in by the thing on their faces aka their faces,the urge to puke in old hags grave,top  bless her with his puke. The fact that those two Luke and Jade were there ,standing and breathing in the same air he does,was quite annoying. And he tends to get rid of the annoying things.

After the funeral was over with Luke and Sin were the ones to be given the title of an Alpha,one of them would be the one to have the title. Sin fought for the title but lost to Luke. Sin had everything his skills and intelligence couldn’t be compared to low-class Luke. Even his existence on this Earth. But the Sin lacked something,something that’s called ew.emotion. He lacked emotion and competitions for those around him. Everyone below his level where no one to him but annoying things that ruin the oxygen he breaths in.They were happy enough he let them breath the same air he does.But still the angel  of losing to Luke,only brought him back to the fage of his father. He paid the price for losing again. The price was the only thing Sin held onto. The Cross that was hidden in his baby towel given by the priest. Who’d say something so precious to him for rason,would get him worked up as he watched it burn in flames.

As his destroy was to stay in America he decided to stay living with annoying peasants,who destroy the precious and royal with their low-class touch. Jade being his target of course,he would mock her but her existence on the earth was moving itself. He’d hack into her social networks,and use her pages to post dirty and fake nude picture only to see people throwing rocks at the dirty wench. 

After he had enough fun with useless bag of Jade,he threw her away and began to show interest in the Christianity and the Jesus. The twisted as he already is he resisted the strange urge but gave in and was the one who was sent to God’s house in order to be trained to be the servant of God. Of course he spent few months training and staying in the house of God,speaking in the knowledge of those who were giving it to him. He’d pray to God each night and obey the orders that were given to him. Until the day he discovered the old ancient book covered with sparkles of dust hiding the title. ‘ The Satanic Bible ‘. The title itself made him excited and drawn to the wicked book,he’d spend days hiding and Reading the Satanic bible,soaking in each word written in black tint,his brain instantly scanning and memorizing the pages. The wicked and twisted world he entered,bringing the joy to his existence,he was drowned,enchanted by the magic of Satanism. All this time he prayed to the wrong God. When he realized the darkness he was dragged into,he started abusing his power as a Priest-in-training ,taking the Church into the House of God and holy spirit of Jesus and now the House and country of God,became the house filled by the Devil- each night he’d perform the blood rituals,the rituals of sacrifice and God’s mockery in the Gods house.

The old priests to him were nothing but a toy the God they served became Sin’s enemy,and the competition,and he always gets rid of his competition. He’d kill them one by one,offering their souls on Satanic altar,in order for his God aka Satan to grow. He’d often get rid of the people with strong faith in God,they annoyed him. He’d have their head chopped off as he used their head as a ball to play football,kicking it with his leg as he watched the head roll,satisfying his twisted-self. That as enough of the reason for them to be killed by the hands of Sin himself. Sin a man whose name fits perfectly in his description. The man who considers himself the Greatest. Serving thee Lord of Hell,satan himself. During few years of his Demonical actions,Satanic worship and killing priests in the God’s house,the Satan whom he trusted the most,decided it was time for Sin to be the host. The host for the Demon to enter into his body and take over. It happened during the prayer time. People were at the Church praying as Sin stood next to altar cursing the God,as those prayed to him. His eyes turned black nothing to see but blackness the pain in his body he never felt before his body levitated as it destroyed the cross and objects related to worshiping the Jesus.

His face deformed as the Demonical entity entered his body,destroying everything and everyone who dared to approach. The growling sound in Latin breaking through his mouth,spitting and peeing on the God's servant before he was tied down by the priests in the church who began to pray for the evil to be gone.The first exorcism failed as it’d only get worse,when his brother visited him while he was in chains locked away in room full of bibl,he tried to bite him,he tried to rip his head off with his own teeth. Few nights after the pirates performed exorcism each night until the final success. The spirit was casted out,but the moment of the young man being possessed by the Evil Demon whom he called on his own was not erased from his memory,as a sin to pay for mocking the God.

As he learnt his lesson,Sin Riot stayed away from church and burnt all the things for Satanic Rituals including its bible.He decided it was the time he held a normal life with no religion involved. He moved back in with the old scumback of Luke,Cyan and Van. Continuing to live with them as he then continued with his research about robots and started making them again,forming a small company who makes them,being rewarded for his talent since the young age he gained the fame as the youngest child to make the humanoid robot. Now in his teenage years,he began to focus only on work and career of course mocking everyone around him for being the low-class.