Divine Thief 1: the Fire Stealer's Crown of Sin

The gods view me as a plague because I can soothe their stolen, restless power. The orcs regard me as a variable, a strange being who can communicate with the origin but has the blood of a bloodthief. But in the eyes of the endangered human race, I am their only torch. When all three parties put their chips on the gambling table of fate, I realized that the real war is not between races, but in the depths of every soul, about the choice of redemption and destruction. If the road to redemption must pass through piles of corpses, is it the antidote to the world or a deeper sin?