Novel & Cerita Ban Seven Deadly Sins Face

“Stay with me please. I am afraid of being alone in the dark,” hearing her words, he gritted his teeth and spun around to face her. “You are not afraid of seeing me kill someone in the dark but you are afraid of being left alone in the dark. Really?” he seethed out at her, snatching his arm back from her hold. What did she think of him? That she would be able to trap him in her fake web of innocence, just like she had trapped his nephew, Cain? He had encountered countless people like her in his life and he knew exactly what they wanted from people like him.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

“You—” Nico’s hand shot up, stopping him. “Enough.” Mazzo turned on him. “And you, Maretti—you think I don’t see what this is? You kill your father, claim his throne, and now you’re her lapdog. The DeLucas killed your old man’s men, your brother, and you’re sitting here smiling like this is peace?” Sasha arrived first, flanked by Vince and Marco, their weapons hidden but their posture spelling war. Her coat was heavy wool, dark enough to pass for mourning. It wasn’t a costume. Grief had become her uniform now.

I ordered, and he nodded. “For now, I’m giving you a death mark for betrayal.” I slammed my fist into his face again and again until a few teeth flew from his mouth. “Nothing satisfies me more than seeing you toothless,” I said with a cold smile. “It gives me joy.” Then someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned sharply and Zima stood there, her emerald eyes burning into me. “The devil should take lessons in heartlessness from you,” she said.

The hammer came down on another finger, and blood splattered across the table and Sebastian’s face. In the dim light, his contorted expression made him resemble the devil. The room went silent as his demonic look sent a chill down everyone’s spine. Watching his ruthless side was something his soldiers and Capos got used to. In just two years, they saw terrible horrors. Sebastian’s revenge had no limits, and the last traitor met an even more brutal end. “Don’t play with your life. I won’t give you a third chance. Give me the name,” he warned.

I wanted to run so badly, but I knew I was no match for him. "If you hadn’t pissed me off, I’d be calling you the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on right now." “Is this how you address the women you’re about to kill?" I asked, gulping as the side of his finger caressed my face. The scent of mint from his cigar lingered between us, igniting a swirl of butterflies in my stomach. "No, it would only be you," he murmured. "Trust me, you’ll enjoy this death. You won’t be going to heaven or hell. Your soul will stay with me."

I retorted. "Because we used to be in the same group?" Third said. He have a crystal blue hair. "You already said it, Third. We used to be in the same group it means it was already all in the past. Also, it was just all for convenience, right?" I said That's right. They are my former group mates. We didn't choose to be with each other. It's the people in the underworld that chose us. In the underworld, 7 strong and high people run the whole underworld. They were called 7 deadly sins. First is me the Queen symbolizes the wrath. Yvo the king was the greed. Seref was the Envy. Third was the Sloth. Rex was the Gluttony. Klea was the Pride. Zelestine was the Lust. We're not close because I don't

Genad had already placed on the anti-device, and although he had turned into an angel, the darkness within him as a demon still ran loose, and with a place filled with holiness like the heavens he would probably be scorched the moment he entered. Just as expected, at their entrance they were screened by the seven beastly statues that represented the seven deadly sins. Due to the immense hate within his heart, Genad would have been found guilty of the sin of rage but because of the device, 60% of the scrutiny was passed, and for the remaining 40% he passed by tucking his hate deep within his heart.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I am Sloth.” Derick blinked, confused. “Sloth? What kind of name is that?” “One of the Seven Deadly Sins,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance. “And I’m here to serve Damien.” My jaw nearly hit the ground. Damien… has one of the Sins under his command? No. Impossible. “You don’t believe me.” His grin widened, sharp as a knife. “But you will. Because I’m in charge of you three now.” “How did you—read my mind?” I stammered, throat tightening.