Divinity Original Sin 2 The Idle Beggar Novels & Stories

Beggar "Beauty look at me please." I spin around and stare at his sullen face, "What do you want Zero?” I sigh, “My name is Beggar, it's not beauty, it's Beggar, okay, I said it was good. We good, we said what we had to say, don't worry about it. How many times are you gonna keep apologizing?" His face crumbles, and I feel that tug as my resolve slides a fraction. "Until I stop feeling like shit."

Belphegor, one of the seven deadly sins on Tartarus that had been banished by Riven centuries ago, looked up at Lilith and smirked lazily. "All you succubus are so impatient",he said slowly and stretched his limbs like he didn't give a care in the world. "I like the word 'idleness'. It makes my laziness look classy". He chuckled lightly, making the succubus infuriated. "You should have been the sin of craziness", Lilith snapped angrily. "Because that's what you are. Crazy!" Belphegor's eyes snapped towards the young looking woman and for a minute, the lazy haze disappeared and his true form surfaced as his eyes turned sickly red. One hand shot out and wrapped around Lilith's throat viciously

He swallowed twice before words would cooperate. “You skimmed,” she said, saving him the humiliation of having to name it. “Two percent. Twelve days. You paid a debt with our money.” “Yes,” he said, voice rough. “I did.” “Who did you think you were stealing from?” she asked. Silence. He flicked a glance toward the crowd, then the ground. “Everybody,” he said finally. “Everybody is easy to forgive,” she said. “Nobody feels it. That’s why you did it. ‘Everybody’ is a story you tell yourself so you can sleep.”

Ray had turned Jayzepan into his own personal playground, slipping between identities as he moved from one beautiful woman to the next. Once the apocalypse finally came, he watched the darkness in people's hearts unfold with cool detachment, savoring the sight of beautiful women, married and unmarried alike, crumbling in the face of hunger, thoroughly enjoying himself the whole time. Once he'd had his fill of Jayzepan, Ray moved on to Caumeria. He was, by this point, a god of time itself, free to bend it however he pleased.

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

"His body was completely limp, and every bone in him was broken. He died such a horrible death. Who was there to save him?" "Adam has never suffered since he was little," she continued. "If he's thirsty or hungry, he can crawl out and eat by himself. If he has even a little bit of guilt, he should stay inside and atone for his sins, praying that Andy's soul can finally rest in peace!" She straightened herself. "And don't worry. He's not locked inside. I specifically told them not to nail the coffin shut yet. And he's not numb. If he feels suffocated, he'll push the lid open himself to get some air.

Dante rose from the chair, grabbed his own gun and slowly walked toward the trembling man. “Please forgive me. I swear to God I will never do it again. I’ll work to pay off what I have stolen. Please…” The man pleaded. Dante grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him in the eyes. “You know what I hate the most in the world?” He asked. The trembling man shook his head. “Traitors!” With that, Dante pointed his gun at the man. He was ready to pull the trigger before he suddenly retreated again. “You know what, we almost ten thousand euros because of him. We should get the money back first before getting rid of him.” Dante told Vincenzo and Pietro.

To trade my own ending for their freedom. Having spoken, I slowly closed my eyes and waited for the darkness to claim me. But the expected pain and oblivion never came. Instead, a burst of radiant, golden light erupted at my feet. It swept across the rooftop, then cascaded through the entire hospital! The light was profoundly warm, never blinding, carrying a sense of divine compassion. The system's voice, now stripped of its coldness, resonated in every ear. [Congratulations, Player Cassidy. Your choice has triggered this instance's one and only hidden ending—Divine Redemption.

“Guard and protect that is your façade. Play and be played that is your game. Command and be commanded that is your identity. Now, take the lead, be the Chie in that world.” Chanting the poem-like command as the puppet’s eyes beat its life, her life worth, and the direction she will walk into had finally started. In the 2nd book, the alternate world, the equivalent played souls and sacrifices. The dolls that hold the original’s shard heart, and the sin of pride their world is holding. She will be played along as she named her. “Shall we begin, my dear me,” “JAIRA.”

Save the soul of innocent and be the savior it needs } {Reward: New Followers? (Grandmaster Level), Treasure of Ancient} {Penalty: Failure of saving the target will inflict a Curse of Undead and Tide of Undead on you and your nations} ".…..Wow, that's kinda over the top….by the way, what is a Tide of Undead?..".