Novel & Cerita Is Missing Mass On Sunday A Mortal Sin

“Yes, if I hadn’t signed the contract, he would have killed me and everyone in the brothel, even he might have hurt you too,” “He had already hurt me enough to kill me, I am an empty body now, he took away everything,” My tears stopped when my vision got blurry. Mattia kneeled before me, her glammed up face got my eyes, “Angel, you have to be strong for yourself. You have to defeat him, otherwise, he would get worse day by day,” I wanted to sob and ask her why… Why did he have to hurt me? Wasn’t he doing it enough? “I can’t… I can’t, Mattia, he is a satan… I can’t defeat him,” I began sobbing again and she hugged me. I hooked my arms around her, tightly. She rubbed my back and pulled away.

I blurted and the way Shaun turned to look at me, I was certain he was confused. "For what?” "This is so wrong. I have an undivorced husband” I added, but he still had a confused look on his face. "It's a sin for a woman to cheat on her husband,” I said and that caused Shaun to scoff. “I don't know how this works, but isn't it a sin for a husband to lay his hand on his wife. Not just a sin but a crime” "That's different” "You are trying to say that for a woman to be happy is a sin?” he asked and I broke into tears.

“How were your other classes?” “Good. I mean, as good as Trigonometry and World Government can be.” I poke at my salad, my stomach too twisted up to eat. “Tonight is The Selection.” He drops his hand, and the serious look that comes over his face does nothing for my anxiety. “I know.” I lean closer. “What is that, exactly? Is it some kind of test? And what happens if we don’t pass it?” “Here you go, Gregory.” A girl slides a tray laden with food in front of him.

The atmosphere was electric, charged with the gravity of the impending confrontation with Satan. As Asmo finished his briefing, the silence was shattered by the sudden inquiry from the lady under Satan's control. Her voice echoed off the cold, metallic surfaces, carrying a sense of impending doom. The tension in the room thickened as she accused Asmo of underestimating the all-powerful Saturn, a name used by the criminal underworld to refer to Satan. As the realization dawned that she was under Satan's influence, a palpable sense of dread settled over the assembled assassins.

Henry destroying her pussy while Marcus fucked her throat. "We're going to do this every Sunday," Father Henry declared between thrusts. "Every single Sunday mass, you'll be under that altar. Servicing me during the sermon. Being milked during communion. Being suckled during prayers. This is your new purpose, Veronica. Our secret Sunday sacrament." Veronica could only moan around Marcus's cock, completely overwhelmed by sensation. They switched positions, Marcus taking her pussy while Henry fucked her ass and Veronica was filled from both holes simultaneously, their cocks moving in rhythm, claiming her completely.

As always for centuries and decades, Sundays has always been deemed as the purest and the holiest days of every weeks, It was glorified as the day when the God of Light descended to bless upon the livings that lives all around Fantasma. Following the beliefs of the Church of Lights, many of the resident and citizen around the central continents attended the Church Mass, to listen to the sermon from the priest and wanting to cleanse themselves from their sins. “Let Us pray to the Light~”. (Father Norman)

Samael stood with his back turned on me “You did something to me didn’t you?” “I did no such thing” “Liar!” I yelled “I believe you know when someone is lying, am I lying?” he smiled “No. If you did nothing to me then what’s wrong with me?” “Tell me Mazikeen, why are you losing your Grace?” “What are you talking about? How can I lose my Grace when I haven’t committed any sin?” “True you haven’t committed any sin but the mortals you torture; their anguish, their pain and their regret where do you think it all goes?”

I mocked, "Does you pride hurts realizing that I am superior than you in many ways than one when I'm fully a demon?" Mortem is annoyed as he said, "I guess we won't find out because I'll be killing you now." "You just couldn't let that pride go, couldn't you?" I said, "You just had to be the best- number one." "What can I say? That's the original sin after all, Tate." Mortem said as he lunged at me using his pesky shadows to force me inside the death ring where instant death awaits for the defeated one. It's barbaric which is my father, Satan got rid of it during his reign but demons being demons, insisted we keep it.

“That's not the only reason we called…''Another chirped and cleared his throat nervously and Lucian suddenly hit his chew as if he was in pain and that was one rare thing that this idiot was going to do. “What?” Vladimir was losing it, he was so eager and ready to leave while all I did was bottle my irritation at the pit of my chest as nothing would make me spew nonsense. “It's the Marking process.” He suddenly said and Lucian had to raise his head to look at him in irritation. “To prevent any future damage, you all need to mark her at once , it doesn't matter whether she's crowned as Luna yet but it's crucial” “Fucking bullshit!” Vladimir roared and glared at them and I turned to Lucian.

I crawled over, gathered them with shaking fingers, and pressed the crucifix to my lips. “Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner,” I whispered. The words tasted like ash. The fathers at the parish would already be frantic. There wasn’t a priest at Lauds, no one to celebrate the early Mass and no explanation for my absence during last night’s vigil. They would be calling the church hospitals, checking with the police, maybe even searching the streets by now. And here I was locked in this house, marked by sin I couldn’t wash away. I stumbled to the bathroom on unsteady legs.