Chapter 1. Meaningless

"No men are born immaculate or sinned;
We all are birthed in cries and blood, in pain and in joy.
Yet my love, fated to be purely innocent since her birth, committed death as flames swarmed over her pale smile.
And her sister, birthed to sin and stain my love, smeared her blood on my lover's hands as she let out her destinated final breath.

In the end, we all are Immaculate Sinners."