Evil Nun の小説・ストーリー

"Aren't you the one who said I was born evil? Isn't it normal for an evil person like me to treat you this way?" His words made Agatha breathless with anger. She wanted to scold Irvin, but she couldn't even refute what he had said. What did it mean to be born evil? Someone born inherently wicked was devoid of human emotions and utterly lacked humanity. And would an inhuman person care if someone else fell, regardless of whether that person was their own mother? That being said, if Irvin really was such a person, why would he still be willing to die even after knowing Agatha wanted him dead? Wouldn't an evil person want to stay alive and let everyone else die?

I gave her a nod understanding the severity of the situation. “Meanwhile the council members will take some ashes and throw it in the pits of fire which is ultimately hell. She can never escape from there” “That’s a relief to hear” Ezekiel muttered. “So much to get one evil out” I murmured. “Not all are good” Alyana smiled at me. “I am glad you are fine. Ivana has been doing evil for as long as I remember. Finishing her is a relief long overdue. Today justice is served to all those she hurt” she said with a big sigh in the end.

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“Come on, Evan… My virtue is on the line. Devin’s fortune will double if you don’t get Cali pregnant ‘before’ the wedding.” I shook my head in resignation, “you don’t even have a virtue!” Klaus glared. I glared back. How can they make a bet when I’m on the brink of losing my shit! Why am I cursed with friends like Devin and Klaus? “HE’S ZAKHAROV’S BASTARD!!!” Egor’s voice snapped both of us from our trance. The poor blooded man sobbed, begging for mercy. “Please… let me die.” “Dolce paradiso,” Klaus mumbled, disbelief and wonder washed over his face. “I’m in love.”

SEVEN I had my first nightmare that night, of me kneeling at the feet of the good Reverend Alistair McIlvian in that clearing while he reached to the heavens and prayed in a booming voice . . . . BOW DOWN BEFORE HIM, YE FALLEN ONES, SEEK SUPPLICATION AT THE DREAD FEET OF HE WHOSE CEASELESS ROARING ALWAYS AND FOREVER FILLS THE VOID BEYOND THE GATE, FILLS THE TIMELESS SKIES! HIS MIGHT TEARETH THE FOREST AND CRUSHETH THE CITIES, hear THEN HIS VOICE IN THE DARKNESS, ANSWER HIS CALL WITH THINE WHOLE HEART, OPEN YE HEARTS TO BE MADE OVER INTO HIS IMAGE, THE YELLOW KING OF YELLOW SKIES . . .

Although hunters are trained to protect, he knows that their leaders are willing to kill one person for the satisfaction of an elite blood. Let alone the kids. They are minors and have fangs that are not that mature enough to identify bloods but he's worried that they sensed that Dayanne's blood is a rare kind and very much treasured by any blood-sucking community like them. Just as he was about to get inside one of the rooms, Dayanne's door opened making him panic. He used his ability to go and hide inside the other room beside hers.

Landa's POV E.V Evil Vonen. That was what she nemed herself and not just us calling her that. Vonen was one difficult goddess which I got to know that it all started from when we were in our mother's womb. She was ugly, which I take the bldmd for most if the time. Yes, I did take the bldke for it because they said that she cleaned the womb and my body for the Lucifer to inhabit perfectly.

Because evil has boundaries. **

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovered it when someone touched her buttocks with a cold belt, pushing her to the wall. No one said sorry - dozens of faces were passing by, not even noticing her. Except for one person - Dervel. Dervel's face emerged from every corner, his visage twisted into a sinister grin. His once-human features were now distorted and monstrous, a reflection of the evil he embodied. His skin was a deep, unsettling black, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that bathed the nightmare realm. Dervel's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, locking onto Jenn with a predatory intensity.