Warnings
Mentions of:
Self loathing
Abuse
Rape
Sexual Activities
———————————————

The world as we know it ended 300 years ago.

300 years ago seven men descended to construct chaos and discord among all living beings, the Seven Deadly Sins.

The were worshipped and celebrated as the leaders of the new world.

Every year since, a ceremony has been held to celebrate the Sins, praised as gods in this apocalyptic world, and to elect a new Sin.

Usually the next descendant of one of the Sins will follow on as the new leader, but if something happens, such as death or rebellion, a new one is chosen.

Taehyung, newly turned 19 has lived his whole life being used by his parents as a "promiscuous worker" to put it in light terms.

If you were born into being a Sin, you were set for life, riches and praise galore.

If you were lucky enough to be chosen as a Sin, you were just as set.

Taehyung's family was poor, very poor.

They ate one meal a day if they were lucky, which is probably why Taehyung stayed so scarily thin, a big plus for his "customers"

Taehyung never wavered from his forced duties though, working tirelessly for his youngest sister Taeyeon who was only 8 and abused just as much as the older.

(Third person- Taehyung)

Taehyung wet a rag in the dirty basin of water that existed in the corner of the dingy hotel room.

Wiping his face and his body he tried to push all memories of his last encounter with a "customer" from his mind.

He sighed deeply, forcing the self loathing and disgust down inside him, remembering what he had to do for Taeyeon.

He collected his thin flowy clothing and dressed himself quietly, hoping not to wake the middle aged man snoring loudly on the stained creaky mattress.

He grabbed the money the man had gave him and exited the room stealthily.

He looked at the currency in the palm of his hand and his heart sank.

$15 dollars is all the man had gave him.

It was supposed to be $50.

Shocked Taehyung froze in the middle of the old worn down stairs and turned around, prepared to go back and demand more from the man when he heard a voice.

"Good you're down. Now how much?" The shrill, scratchy voice of his mother called out from the bottom of the stairs.

Taehyung turned slowly, not making eye contact with his mother and started his descent to the ground level.

Nothing was heard but the squeaks of each stair as Taehyung walked slowly to his mother.

When he reached the ground he held out his hand containing the money and his mother snatched it from him.

For a long time there was silence, then a resounding smack as his mother slapped him across the cheek.

"It was $50! You insolent brat! $50!" She screamed out.

"How are we supposed to live of this measly earning?!" Her voice screeched across Taehyung's eardrums like nails on a chalkboard.

"I'm sorr- he began

But he was cut off by another loud slap.

And another

And another

and another.

A solid 20 minutes of his mothers slaps, and then proceeding punches and kicks went by, Taehyung enduring it all.

This happened often.

Way too often.

A day didn't go by without one of Taehyung's parents cursing foully at him or hitting him.

Taehyung was glad to take it though, rather him than Taeyeon.

Though she got just as bad.

After his mother was satisfied with her beating she stepped back, glaring at the boy in front of her.

"The ceremony is tomorrow." She spat out.

"I'm aware." His deep, but soft voice whispered out.

"Watch your tone." She held her piercing glare.

"You better put on the best f**king show in the world tomorrow or you may not be here to try again the next day. Understand?" She hissed at him, venom clear in her tone.

Taehyung nodded curtly.

He knew what he had to do tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the ceremony of the Sins,

Where each Sin presents themselves and receives gifts and glory as the leaders of the new world.

Sometimes on special occasion a new sin is chosen, only if the previous holder of that position has died.

The previous owner and actor of Lust had died two years ago.

No one knew his name, no one knew any of the Sins' names, they went simply by their titles such as Wrath or Pride.

Lust had no descendants, so and last year there had been no one to take his place.

Taehyung's parents jumped at the opportunity for riches and wealth, forcing Taehyung into the life of someone embodying Lust.

This year, Taehyung would be a candidate for the role of Lust, a candidate to becoming a walking god, a king.

To say Taehyung was not happy, was the biggest understatement to possibly exist.

He hated his life.

Deep down he was a young, scared, innocent boy whose innocence had forcibly been ripped away at age 12 when his father threw him at a man he didn't know and took the strangers money.

But tomorrow was the day all of Taehyung's work had to pay off.

He had to be chosen.

Because his parents wouldn't waste money on just another worthless mouth if he wasn't.

Taehyung held down the urge to vomit and he walked to the small, decaying shack that was his home.

He walked to the patch of dirt he called a bed and snuggled up behind Taeyeon, wrapping a protective arm around her.

He had to be chosen.

So he could protect his little sister, so he could escape.

—————————-
That was the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed this! I enjoyed writing this a lot!
I will try to update this regularly from now on so expect new chapters fairly often. I'm already really happy with this and excited to see where it goes!
I purple you!