The original version of this character is Porlin by @TrickyDragon. I'm grateful for his design as it has brought me new ideas.And finally, I managed to finish the story.XD

The title "holy sin" originally did not belong to Porlin. However, members of the Rosicrucian Order all recognized this infamous title. Hundreds of years ago, it belonged to a notorious executioner who was well-versed in occult knowledge. He served as the Order’s dedicated executioner for hunting down traitors. Until he had completely drained the condemned of their knowledge, "holy sin" would continue to torment them. As for how an executioner came to know, understand, and learn necromancy, demon summoning, and formless arts, one can imagine that he had dispatched no small number of wizards and heretics whose humanity had been obliterated or who had died in pools of blood under his hands. The most powerful proof lies in the various manuscripts he left within the Rosicrucian Order on the arts of torture and suffering, as well as techniques for manipulating the human body like playing a piano to elicit precise reactions from victims. These materials are now hidden by the Order’s librarian in the most secret corners, just like most of the more radical texts—only those who know of them can study them. After all, the first iron rule of the Rosicrucian Order is that there are no taboos for anything that can be understood.

As for how the first "holy sin" joined the Rosicrucian Order, there was nothing particularly lofty about the reasons. As one of the most marginalized existences in society, he and his family had always been ostracized. With his skills and techniques, he could have easily fled far away. Yet he was a deeply family-oriented person. At that time, large-scale hunts for heretics were underway, and as the city’s executioner, he was quickly reported by an informant for studying the techniques of fallen heretics. Left with no choice, he fled with his family, seeking the sanctuary of the Rosicrucian Order that he had heard mentioned by those wizards. He did indeed join the Order afterward, securing protection for his family in exchange for serving as their executioner. Later, during a hunt for a figure known as the "Lady of Curses," he disappeared together with her. The private notes and items he left at home were packed into a heavy chest and tossed into a dusty attic. His descendants used the worldly wealth he had acquired, through shrewd calculation and management, to become quite wealthy merchants of their time. This prosperous life only completely ended with Porlin’s father.

Porlin’s strongest childhood memories of his parents were probably their appearances, which always came when they wanted money from his grandfather. When their wishes were denied, they would quarrel with him in the living room. Their final visit was accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, followed by the crash of shattering porcelain. After a second gunshot, the entire house fell into a long silence. They had tried to find Porlin, but he was hiding in the attic at the time. They seemed to be in a great hurry; after failing to find him, they pried open the family safe, took all of his grandmother’s jewelry, and finally left in the roar of a car engine, abandoning two elderly corpses and pools of blood that had not yet dried, never to return to the family’s old mansion. It was at this moment that he seemed to hear something quietly speaking to him from behind those old antiques, urging him to find them. Just as he wished, when his unfamiliar uncles and aunts returned from afar with gentle words to coax him and divide up the family property, he chose only this large chest that contained nothing but piles of old papers and broken tools. Seeing how sensible he was, those relatives, in a final act of kindness, found him a “suitable” foster family of their careful selection. The father was a debt-ridden alcoholic veteran, and the mother was a scoundrel who only knew how to beat and scold him while ordering him around to do chores.

After obtaining that chest, it seemed that no matter how miserable the situation, Porlin would no longer feel sadness or despair. He had made a new friend. He had grown up under his grandparents’ strict discipline and had not made any friends until he was sent to the foster family at the age of twelve. This was his first friend! Ligeia—this entity told Porlin that her name was Ligeia.

Porlin’s time was almost entirely occupied by endless housework and errands. Thus, he could only chat with Ligeia during stolen moments. During this period, Ligeia also acted as Porlin’s literacy teacher, teaching him the ancient scripts on those old papers. Every night, Porlin would turn on a flashlight and carefully read the contents of those old notes. A few months later, an opportunity completely changed the course of Porlin’s life. His foster father accidentally saw him secretly reading something at night. The drunk man suddenly turned on Porlin, insulting his origins, snatched the paper from his hands, and tore it to pieces. This was the first time in many years that Porlin became angry. Using the knowledge and techniques he had learned from the notes, he clumsily began practicing on his foster father. After some staggering and screams, his foster father fell unconscious. Ligeia, furious at the torn paper, told Porlin to knock out his foster mother as well for their first practical lesson. Months later, the terrifying stench drew the police, who discovered the horrifying state of the two. Their entire bodies had been skinned alive, and while still conscious, their four limbs had been meticulously severed and separated using delicate tools. There was no blood at the scene, and their brains and vital organs were missing. The recently adopted child had also disappeared. After ruling out several of the male victim’s creditors, the case became an unsolved mystery. After all, no one would have thought that a child could possess the ability to do such a thing.

And with that, Porlin and Ligeia disappeared. More than a decade later, Porlin had already reclaimed everything he had once lost—including the ancestral mansion that had witnessed the rise and fall of the family and held his childhood memories. Of course, this was not merely for nostalgia or sentiment; he had returned as the second-generation "holy sin" to inherit the legacy of his predecessor. Over the years, relying on the skills inherited from his ancestor and the shapeshifting arts granted by Ligeia, he had moved freely among different groups of people. After performing countless dirty jobs under various disposable identities, he finally accumulated his own assets and, through various means, legitimately reclaimed everything that had once belonged to him.

From the fragmented notes and Ligeia’s answers, he learned that she was a demon of the "Mutator" type, serving under Ayperos, also known as the "Prince of Anomalies." Their kind excelled at reshaping flesh and reconstructing cognition. Porlin’s ancestor had left her behind—newly born into the mortal world—while executing a demon sorcerer known as the "Breeder," and had eventually trained her into a qualified demonic assistant. Over the past few centuries, she had been observing the family’s descendants, selecting suitable candidates to inherit the will of the first "holy sin".

“You know, although your technique isn’t as refined as that old fellow’s, in terms of interest, working with you brings far more fun!” After revealing all this, she giggled and replied. She also pointed him in the right direction. “The Rosicrucian Order,” she said. “Unless something unexpected happened, that rigid old man in charge of the books and knowledge is probably still alive. That old thing devours the souls of hundreds of sleeping dreamers every fifty years to sustain his decaying existence. But be careful not to stare into his eyes for too long, or he’ll suck out the memories and knowledge in your head. As long as you prove your identity and lineage, he’ll definitely give you some of the things that were preserved from back then.”

“And you know what?” Ligeia showed a mischievous smile. “Now I understand why so many demons want to come to the mortal world to have fun. So many rotten souls always need to find excuses for their depravity, as if inner guilt and false atonement could repay their sins. If they showed even the slightest honesty about their own evil, I wouldn’t despise these garbage so much. And precisely because of that, when you make them scream or moan in all sorts of interesting ways, those notes sound more beautiful than any music in the world. You truly live up to the name ‘holy sin,’ my dear partner.”

Unlike his ancestor from hundreds of years ago, he no longer owed anything to the Rosicrucian Order. The current “holy sin” was no longer the executioner of the past. Porlin only occasionally returned to the Rosicrucian Order’s gatherings to exchange knowledge and insights with other members. After all, like his ancestor, he now had a family and a business to manage. With a beautiful wife and lovely children, he no longer wanted to live those blood-soaked days on the edge of a blade. During this time, he conscientiously played the role of a good father and a businessman busy with work and family care. However, occasionally he would still go to those dungeons to teach the young people there what a true dungeon master really was—and in this area, he had accumulated quite a few fans. The most awkward occasion was when he ran into his son Baxter and his girlfriend in the dungeon. To avoid exposing his identity, he continued the session. Afterward, his son’s girlfriend became completely infatuated with him, and his son eventually learned about the matter. This was the reason why, after the divorce from his wife, Baxter resolutely chose to leave with his mother. Although he still loved his father, under such circumstances, that affection had become very strange.

If anyone was unhappy, it was undoubtedly Ligeia. “How come after several hundred years, this guy’s descendants are still this kind of boring type,” she cursed inwardly. “So dull.” However, for Porlin, the good times did not last long. His wife seemed to have grown tired of him during their life together and eventually took the children away. Porlin was not surprised; after all, his wife was a dragon, and he himself had long lost much of that powerful aura due to the passage of time. “Did life ultimately turn a hero into a boring husband and father? Or have you been deceiving yourself all along?” Ligeia mocked. “Maybe it’s time for you to get active again.” And so, on the eve of his fiftieth birthday, Porlin once again donned the terrifying mask that symbolized “holy sin.”

“I think my skills and my spear really need to make some people piss their pants again. Don’t underestimate me—I’m still at my prime. By the way, I think I do miss my parents. Shall we go pay them a visit?” Porlin said to Ligeia. A faint, barely noticeable smile crossed his lips. Accompanied by the roar of the car engine and Ligeia’s cheers, he left the ancestral mansion once more. The difference was that the first time, life had pushed him forward; this time, he was going to seize this bitch called life firmly in his own hands.

”圣孽“，这个称号本来并不属于Porlin。但蔷薇十字会的成员都认识这个著名的称号。在几百年前，这个称号属于一个臭名昭著的，且精通神秘学知识的刽子手，而他则是蔷薇十字会内专门狩猎背叛者的行刑者，他在没有榨干被处刑者的知识前，”圣怨“将会一直折磨他们。至于一个刽子手如何知道，了解并学习这些通灵，召唤恶魔和无形之术的，我想他曾经在他的手下湮灭人性或血溅当场的巫师和异教徒并不少。而最有力的证明就是他在蔷薇十字会里留下的各种关于折磨和痛苦的技艺，以及关于如何将人体像弹钢琴一般让受害者准确的产生某些反应的手稿。现在这些东西都被蔷薇十字会的图书馆馆长藏在了最隐秘的角落，就像大多数内容激进的书籍一样，只有知道他们，才能学习他们。毕竟，蔷薇十字会第一条铁则，就是凡是能被理解的，就没有禁忌可言。

至于第一任”圣孽“是如何加入玫瑰十字会的，这之间的理由也没有什么高大上的。作为社会中最边缘的存在，他和他的家庭一直都受到排挤。其实凭借他的手艺和技巧，完全可以远走高飞。但他偏偏却是一个很顾家的人。偏偏在当时又有大规模的异端狩猎的活动，而他作为城市内的刽子手居然在研习堕落异端的技术则很快就被告密者发现了。于是便在迫不得已的情况下，带着家人到处流亡，去寻找曾经从那些巫师口中内所说的玫瑰十字会的庇护。而他也确实在后面加入了玫瑰十字会，让他的家人得到了庇护，而交换就是要作为玫瑰十字会的处刑者。直到在后来某一次对名为”恶咒夫人“的狩猎里与对方一起失踪，而他留在家里的那些私人笔记和物品则被装进了厚重的箱子内，被丢进了落灰的阁楼里。而”圣孽“的子嗣则利用他所得来的世俗财宝，通过精明的计算和支配，在当时成了一方相当富有的大商人。而这些富庶的生活直到Porlin的父亲才完全停止。

Porlin在小时候对他父母最大的记忆可能就是他们的出现从来都是来向自己的祖父要钱的。而当他们的愿望落空时，总会在客厅与祖父争吵。直到他们最后一次出现时，则是伴随着一声枪响，随后是瓷器摔碎的声音，伴随着第二声枪响，整个屋子便陷入了持久的寂静中。他们曾试图寻找Porlin，但此时Porlin正躲藏在阁楼之中。而他们似乎显得很匆忙，在寻找未果后，便撬开了家里的保险箱，翻走了所有祖母的首饰，最终在一阵急促的汽车引擎声中，留下两具衰老的尸体和未干的血迹，永远离开了这栋家族古宅。不过，也就是在这个时候，他似乎听见了那些老古董后面，似乎有什么东西在悄悄与他说话。希望他能将它们找见。而也正如他所愿，当他那些根本不熟悉的叔叔阿姨从大老远回来，用满口温柔的话语来哄骗，并瓜分家族的财产时，他只选择了这个里面只有一大堆旧纸和破工具的大箱子。而那些亲戚看见他如此懂事，也用最后的善意，帮他找了由他们精挑细选的，一个”合适“的寄养家庭。父亲是个欠钱的酒鬼老兵，而母亲则是一个只知道打骂他，并使唤他干活的混蛋。

而Porlin在得到那个箱子后，好像不管再惨的情况，都不会让他悲伤和绝望了。他交了一个新朋友。他在祖父母的严厉规训下长大，而直到他十二岁被送往寄宿家庭后，都没交到任何朋友。这是他的第一个朋友！Ligeia，这个存在告诉Porlin，她的名字，叫Ligeia。

Porlin几乎被无穷无尽的家务和跑腿占据了所有的时间。于是他也只能在忙里偷闲的时候和Ligeia聊天。而Ligeia也在这个期间，充当了Porlin的识字老师，教会了Porlin那些旧纸张上的古代文字，而Porlin，则会在每天晚上，点着手电筒，小心翼翼的阅读那些旧笔记上的内容。直到几个月后的一次契机，彻底改变了Porlin的人生走向。他的继父偶然看见他在夜晚偷偷看什么东西，而喝醉酒的他则突然像Porlin发难，辱骂他的出身，并一把夺过Porlin手中的纸片，撕成碎片。而这也是Porlin在这么多年来第一次生气，他用他从笔记里学到的东西与技巧，生疏的对他的继父展开了他的练习。在一些狼狈的踉跄和惨叫后，他的继父便就此昏迷，失去了意识。而Ligeia也因纸片被撕毁而愤怒，并告诉Porlin，将他的继母一起打晕，用于他们的第一次实践课。而当在几个月后，那股恐怖的臭味引来的警察才发现这两人骇人的死相。两人被完完整整的活剥了皮肤，然后被人用精巧的工具在他们还活着的情况下将他们的四肢全部肢解分离，现场没有任何血迹，而两个受害者的大脑和重要器官都不翼而飞。而他们最近领养的孩子也已经失踪。而这件案件也在排除了男性受害者的几个债主后，彻底成了悬案。毕竟谁都不会想到一个孩子会有如此能力做到这一点。

而Porlin和Ligeia也就此消失。而在十几年后，Porlin则早已拿回了他曾经失去的东西，包括那座见证了这个家族兴衰，和他童年记忆的祖宅。 当然这不仅仅只是回忆和怀念，而是以第二代”圣怨“的身份，回来继承前任的遗产。这么些年过来，他依靠着从祖先那得来的技艺，以及Ligeia所带给他的变形术，他得以在不同人群中混得如鱼得水，在用了各种可以被抛弃的身份干了许多脏活后他终于得以拥有自己的资产，配合各种手段，以名正言顺的姿态重新拿回了曾属于他的一切。而他也在笔记的只言片语和Ligeia的回答中得知，她是一只来自Ayperos，也被称为”诡异亲王“麾下的，被名为”剧变者“类型的恶魔。而他们一族最擅长的事情就是改变肉体和重塑认知。而Porlin祖先则是在处刑一位叫做”孕育者“的恶魔术士时，留下了刚被诞生于凡世的她，最终将她训练成合格的恶魔助手。这么几百年过来，她一直都在审视这个家族的子嗣，并挑选适格者来继承首位”圣孽“的遗志。”你知道吗，你的手法虽然不比那个老家伙细致，但就兴趣而言，与你共事能带来更多乐子！“她在坦白完这一切后，咯咯笑着如此回答了Porlin。同时也为他指明了方向，”蔷薇十字会。“她说道，”不出意外的话，那个管理书籍和知识的古板老头子肯定还没死。那个老东西每隔50年就要吃掉几百个梦中睡觉的可怜虫的灵魂来维持他那腐朽的存在。但注意千万别对着他的眼睛看太久，不然会把你脑子里的记忆和知识都吸出来的。只要你证明自己的身份和传承，他肯定会把当年一些留存下来的东西给你的。“

”还有，你知道吗？“Ligeia露出一个恶趣味的笑容。”我算是知道为什么有那么多恶魔都想来到凡间找乐子了。那么多朽烂的灵魂在行堕落之事时总要为自己的罪行找借口，好像内心的愧疚和虚假的赎罪就能偿还他们的恶行一样了。哪怕他们露出一丝丝对自身罪恶的坦然，都不至于让我如此厌恶这些垃圾。而正因为如此，当你用各种有趣的方式让他们惨叫或呻吟的时候，这些音符仿佛比世间的天籁还要动听。你绝不愧对“圣孽”之名，亲爱的伙伴。“

不同于几百年前他的祖先，他如今并不欠蔷薇十字会什么。现在的”圣孽“，已经不是当年那个刽子手了。而Porlin也只是偶尔会回到蔷薇十字会的集会，来与其他成员交换知识和见解。毕竟，他也像他的祖先一样，有了家庭和需要操心的事业。有着美丽的妻子和可爱的孩子，便不再想过那些刀尖舔血的日子了。在这段时间里，他一直兢兢业业的扮演一个好父亲的角色，一个忙于生意和照顾家庭的商人。不过，有些时候，他仍然会去那些地牢里，给里面的年轻人上几课，什么才是真正的地牢大师，而在这一方面，他可是积累相当多的粉丝。不过最尴尬的一次，还是他在地牢里撞见了自己的儿子Baxter和他的女朋友。而为了避免露出破绽，他还是继续做了下去。而在之后儿子的女朋友彻底迷上了他，而他儿子在事后知道了这件事情。这也就是为什么在后来于妻子离婚后，Baxter毅然决然选择跟母亲离开的愿意。虽然他仍然爱他的父亲，但在这种情况下，这种感情已经变得非常奇怪了。

最后你要问谁不开心了，那肯定是Ligeia。”怎么隔了几百年这家伙的子嗣还是这个鬼样子。“她暗骂道，”真无聊。“不过对与Porlin来说，好景不长。自己的妻子似乎在共处的生活中厌烦了自己，最终带走了孩子们。Porlin也不意外，毕竟自己的妻子是龙嘛，而自己也早就因为时间的流逝而变得不那么具有那种强大的气质了。”生活最终还是让一个英雄变成了无聊的丈夫和父亲嘛？还是你自己都把自己骗了？“Ligeia嘲笑她说道。”也许你是该重新活动活动了。“ 而Porlin，最终在50岁生日在即的日子，重新带上了那象征着”圣孽“的骇人面具。

“我想我的技巧和长枪确实得再让一些人尿裤子了，少小瞧我了，我可是宝刀未老。顺便，我想我也确实怀念我的父母呢，咱去看望看望他们？”Porlin对Ligeia说道。随着他嘴角路过一丝不易察觉的笑容，伴着汽车的轰鸣声和Ligeia的欢呼，便再一次离开了这间祖宅。而不一样的是，第一次，是生活推着他在向前走，而这一次，是他将要主动将生活这个婊子狠狠的掌控在自己的手中。