Is Missing Mass On Sunday A Mortal Sin Novels & Stories

“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.

So it must stop. - And what do you need me for, I don’t kill people. - No, but you cover for the ones who do. - Ok, ok, don’t need to remind me that. I only did it for her… - Oh, Bob, no sentimentalisms, please. We are all adults here, even your daughter is. And if she had sinned in the past she would have to pay it in the present…or in the future? Or not at all, depends on you, Bob.

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)

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

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.

He was my Sunshine and the reason I'll chuckle at his silly jokes and possession Right now, I don't even know him anymore or what to say. “See? It's hard especially when Lucian is involved and doesn't Fret about Seatanie, I won't have her even if she uses voodoo on me. You're mine and the same way I want to kill her is the same way I want the other two men out of your lives. They are beginning to take up too much space in your heart and I hate it!” He ticked his jaw in annoyance and huffed.

The Line We Cross We stand inches apart. The air hums. “I loved the café,” he admits. “But it was borrowed time. This?” He gestures between us. “This is unfinished.” I close my eyes briefly. Then I nod. “Suit up, Let's end this"I say. His smile is slow. Deadly. They don’t know it yet. But the man they tried to erase has come back with memory intact—and love sharpened into resolve. And Nicholas Rhodes is done pretending he can survive without him.