I'd always known this day would come, I just hoped it wouldn't during my generation. I'd heard tales passed down from father to son, mother to daughter, about the Seven Sins, souls who weren't quite human, who would possess a human's body at the first opportunity just to have a chance at our realm, and to destroy it. But there were chosen ones who would fight the Sins, prevent them from their destruction.

I had the honor, or the burden, of being one of them.

I could feel it coming for ages before I saw any signs of it, KNEW what was going to happen though I had no proof. I wasn't the first in my family to be Chosen, so it's not like I didn't have any willing ears to tell my warnings to, but it felt silly, you know? I was supposed to be worried about having the right clothes and the right date next Saturday night, not whether or not these souls would find human hosts and bring about the Apocalypse. Even though I knew it could happen, it sounded insane. But all the same, I felt it.

Looking up into the grey sky as the rain fell onto my face and soaked my clothes, I felt it. Change was coming.