Afterdeath Sin Novels & Stories

The greatest punishment is to be deprived of the beatific vision, and to be immersed in eternal despair. To punish the sinners ruthlessly, to burn them to death then bring them back to life just to burn them again in the darkest pitch black fire, the god of underworld hades who’s other name is LUCAS is in charge of giving torment to the sinners in the most ruthless way, their cries are music to his ears. Who’s presence makes sinners bones shiver, the way the hounds of hell eat out flesh of sinners on his orders, the demons of hells are not less than a puppet in his hands. The most evil and heartless god just to make justice by punishing the evil people of earth after their death.

That's why we ask if there is a God? Brother, have you ever thought that if God were to punish sinners, we would all go to hell?" "Sister Rosan..." Sister Rosan just smiled. "That is because there is no degree of sin. Lying is equivalent to sexual immorality. Stealing is equivalent to murder. You cannot say that a man is more sinful than you because the truth is, when you broke a commandment of God, then is death waiting for you. There is no one more pious or more sinful because we only have two destinations -- godly or sinful, the saved and the lost.

Seraphine echoed smoothly as they turned to depart, the door clicking shut behind them with finality. I slumped against the cold floor, the weight of their words crushing what little spirit remained. The celebration's distant laughter mocked me through the walls, a stark contrast to the suffocating dread that now claimed every breath. In this world of wolves and ruthless alphas, I was nothing but a disposable pawn in their games of power and legacy. My wolf whimpered faintly within, echoing the despair that threatened to swallow me whole. There was no escape, no mercy—only the cold promise of dawn bringing whatever fate they deemed fit.

They were career thugs, men whose knuckles were permanently swollen and whose eyes were vacant pits of practiced cruelty. But today, they were trembling. "We… we didn’t miss, Boss," the man on the left stammered. His nose was a pulpy, purple mess—a parting gift from Han Min-jae’s elbow. "We hit him deep; I saw the steel go in, and he was leaking everywhere. Nobody survives a gut-stab like that—at least not for too long. He’s a dead man walking." "Dead men don't drive motorcycles into the night," Seok-jin whispered.

“ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them. Just as I am about to exit the office, Saint calls out. “ Make a move Carnage “ he snaps knowing full well where I was going. I grunt sounding like Beast as I take off to get my fix.

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

He continued reading for a while after I entered and only looked up when he had marked the place he had stopped. “Damian,” he said simply as he leaned back on his seat, acknowledging my presence. “Selene is not right for me. She's just,” I began. “You're wasting your time,” he snapped. “This is about your feelings, no one cares about that.” “I can't commit my life to someone that has no value to me. And that's what you're trying to make me do,” I protested. “I don’t want to live a lie.” “You’re already living a lie,” he replied without missing a beat. “You’re living a lie pretending that you have a choice.”

I had become more famous in death than I ever was in life. Meanwhile, in different corners of the world, those who had once hurt me were living with the bitter consequences of their actions. Dad had become a true vagrant, wandering the streets in ragged clothes. His mind had snapped under the weight of guilt and shame. Every day he rummaged through city garbage cans, looking for scraps of food to survive. When exhaustion overcame him, he would collapse on park benches, talking to invisible people. "Little Aria, Daddy was so wrong," he would mumble to the empty air. "Please come back to me. I'll be better this time."

I was done. And so was he. All the souls I had taken before now were going to come for me. I could feel their souls hitting me brutally already. The afterlife for me wasn't going to cut it this time around. So many things had been done. I had done wrong in a way that even knew that my sins were irredeemable. The darkness took me, and I was gone.