Monarch Of Gluttony System Of Sin Novels & Stories

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

"It's a hell for people who make mistakes or are traitors. A place that devours you slowly—piece by piece." People who control money think they can control other people's lives. They think they own pain, love, even death. I remembered the suffocating dampness and filth, the crusted blood on stone walls, the echo of cruel laughter from the jailer whose hands never stayed still. The hate in me swelled until it was no longer just emotion—it was a living thing, pulsing beneath my skin. "You want me to die and take my place, don’t you?" I hissed. "So you can take the Green name and be the only daughter our father ever had?"

She walked into our world like she owned it, like she belonged. But my brain wouldn’t let her go. The driver pulled into the gated drive of the Palace, and the sight of the house cut through my spiraling thoughts. The mansion rose like a myth carved into stone—thirteen bedrooms, marble pillars, windows that glittered like the eyes of gods. Everyone at Heldon whispered about it, but only twelve of us had the right to walk through those doors. The Five of Thrones. The Three of Crown. The Four Aces. Together we were the center of Heldon’s solar system, and the Palace was our sun.

I don’t even know if it’s possible. Walpurgis doesn’t benefit me or Belial or any of the Monarchy, not really. It’s just some ancient tradition for entertainment. Something to pass the time as Familiar Demons rip apart weak Contractors for sport. And we let it happen. Year after year. Watching. Laughing. Pretending we aren’t complicit. And the worst part? Lord Lucifer has no fucking clue this is happening. If he finds out... if he learns what the Monarchy has been doing behind his back—we’re all going straight to Cocytus. Ninth Circle. Betrayal of the Lords. No parole.

Not a question. “Marcus told me that the kingdom was rotting from moral corruption,” Aldric corrected. “He told me that a king who lay with men was a king who had lost God’s favor. He showed me sermons I’d given years ago sermons about the abomination of unnatural relations and he asked me if I meant them. And I said yes. Because I was afraid. Because I’d spent my entire life trying to atone for a sin I committed in my youth, and I saw in you the reflection of my own damnation.”

A short summary of book 1 'Captured by the Demon King': The books are about the seven demon kings of sin who rule the demon realm. Every sin has their own colour. Asmodeus / Adrian: Lust - Light blue Satan / Samael: Wrath - Dark red Mammon / Micah: Greed - Yellow Lucifer: Pride - Purple Belphegor: Sloth - Dark blue Beelzebub: Gluttony - Orange Levi, now Dagon: Envy - Green

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

Instead, their entire soul was consumed by the highest members of the court. Each of the sins, when harvested, would be converted into multiple types of food, it resembled human food but different. Lust was sweet and juicy like the fruits of the human plane, gluttony was fatty, envy was sour, pride was juicy with a hint of blood like a properly cooked steak, wrath was spicy and always gave me heartburn, sloth was bland, and greed always tasted overdone and dry like burnt toast. A variety of foods were served and placed in front of us. I motioned for my poison tester to test the foods before I ate my meal.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

His stare could burn someone from the inside if he wanted, and his powers to shapeshift into any creature he wanted gave him unlimited power, not to mention his mind-reading ability, which I was always jealous of. “Welcome, gentlemen,” I greeted in a friendly voice to them, when there was silence, I continued, “This is the part where we determine your fate for the rest of eternity.” they all looked at each other for a moment until their gazes turned back to me. Mythical folklore would tell me to punish the sins each in a certain way; For envy, you would be placed in freezing water, greed would be the opposite and you would be boiled; people who committed envy and greed were always fun to tor