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The Sin of Creation

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"In the beginning, there were two." Twin brothers, born from the void before time itself, emerged into existence while limitless potential. The elder, radiant with vision and purpose, shaped the heavens and the earth—realms of light, harmony, and order. From his breath came the angels, divine beings forged in obedience and song, who worshipped their creator and bathed in his glory. But the younger twin, awestruck by the majesty of his brother’s work, longed to create something of his own. In secret, he reached into the same primordial clay… but what emerged was not a paradise, but a nightmare. A twisted reflection of heaven, a place of torment and chaos—Hell. Lava scorched the skies, monstrous beings screamed through the shadows, and even the stars wept. Devastated by the horror of his creation, the younger twin withdrew into despair. One angel, pure and curious, descended to offer comfort—but upon touching the sorrowful god, vanished in a flash of agony. In that moment, the heavens began to crack. The elder brother, enraged by the unraveling of his perfect world, cast his twin out, sealing the gates of Heaven forevermore. Now banished, the younger twin seals himself in the lowest depths of his own broken world, hiding from all light, all love, and all hope. But creation is not so easily undone. And neither is a god.
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