Divinity Original Sin 2 The Idle Beggar Novels & Stories

"I-I'm sorry, Shawn. I really am!" Her voice was breaking, her eyes were red. It almost looked like she was repenting. The old me, the me in my previous life, would've believed her lies. Alas, I remembered it like it was yesterday. She did the same thing in my previous life. She cried and begged me to sign the papers in the courtroom, but she could go back and be intimate with Christopher in the villa right after that. There was no smile on my face. Only cold indifference. That only amplified her regret. With trembling hands, she held the leg of my pants. Her voice was nearly shattered now.

Pathetic. "Please....No more. I beg you... No more'' "Aww, he's crying'' One of the masked men said and they all laughed even Tristan. "Beg," Tristan commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. "Beg for Darling's forgiveness. Tell him you're sorry. Tell him you understand what you did." Thomas was going to beg but nothing would change. I had a feeling that Tristan wasn't done with him yet. I was here for it.

One of the other two tapped the one who was speaking. “Me too, but a whole night and he didn’t look for you. That was when I realized we were in luck and had to act first before someone else took you.” I bit the inside of my cheek. Before someone else took me? Was I an object that people took whenever they liked? “What do you want from me?” “I want you to pay for the sins your family committed.” “H-how?” I was scared to ask that question but if I knew their plans, I could try to work around it,

The sky of the Underworld was a perpetual, brooding purple-black. The waters of the Netherpool had fully merged with my bones, crystallizing into a jet-black core of power. I was no longer of the Wisdom bloodline. I was a new goddess, born of the Underworld. "How do you feel?" Hades handed me a robe of black and gold. I rose from the water and let the cold, immense power course through me. "Never better." I pulled on the robe and straightened the cuffs.

I groaned, arching my hips forward. Thrusting his pointer finger in and out soon after, I still wanted more. “Make it two, please.” I was no longer ashamed of begging. For the many days that he deprived me of my fulfillment, my needs and hunger became deeper. “Roll my button with your other fingers.” And he did what I said.

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.

"Jake's been taking care of me. He actually received several job offers but turned them all down for my sake..." Her tone when she addressed him had changed, suggesting that their relationship had progressed rapidly without my interference in this life. I took out a bank card I had prepared long ago. I had kept track of every penny the Lane family had spent on me since my rebirth. This account also included money I had set aside for my parents' retirement—I had deposited it all onto this card. "Dad, Mom, let me be clear. This money is for your retirement. If you use even one cent of it on Grace, please know that I won't be able to continue as your daughter."

He accepted her words and in return wanted her to accept his touch, his closeness, his sin. Closing her watery eyes, Aniya wrapped her arms around his neck which made him press his mouth against her lips because this was what all of this was about. He traded his sin to her and in return, she accepted to become a sinner. It was nothing more than the trade of acceptance.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Cass asked, looking around nervously. "Just stand there and don't move," Loreen replied sharply. Cass stood still, her eyes fixed on her stepmother. Her eyebrows pulled together in deep confusion as she watched Loreen walk up to a shabby, untidy man who was sitting quietly on the dirty sidewalk curb. Cass could hardly believe her eyes. Her high-and-mighty, incredibly picky stepmother was actually talking to a beggar. It made absolutely no sense. "What the... what is going on here?" the young woman whispered to herself, her eyes wide with shock. "Is she seriously talking to him?"