Paragon Of Sin Novels & Stories

“I love what her mouth looks like wide open. Keep her in a separate carriage.” Disgust bit through me and my stomach sank. I spat in his face. “Go to hell, Demon! Go to hell!” He wiped my spit off his face. His smile made my skin crawl. Everything they said about him was true. It was true! He was the embodiment of evil itself. The devils reincarnate. Alpha Aegon finally looked away from me and announced, in a steeled tone. “She's defiant. Everything I love in a pet. I'll call her…Sin.”

I'm busy. Arrogant, little bastard. I closed the door behind me, the click echoing in the sudden silence of his office. My voice was calm, almost unnervingly so. "We need to talk about Darling. And what you did to him." He scoffed, leaning back in his chair, a sneer twisting his lips. "That little tramp? What's it to you? He got what he deserved. Don't tell me you're what, some homosexual superhero. Defender of the defenseless? Some fuck buddy maybe? I knew that Darling was a whore but....''

Tears filled my eyes as they replayed in my head. “My brother was a disgusting pervert, an abnormal freak who had also been possessed by a demon of lust,” I said in a small voice. “He said those words over and over to me till it stuck in my head, as if they were directed at me.” My mind replayed the way I had felt whenever he had opened his mouth to say even a word. And I would feel it deep down inside of my chest. Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed.

His crying eyes narrowed. Color slowly drained from his burning cheeks, leaving only the sick shame behind. God, he wanted to puke. Or gargle holy water. Or set himself on fire. He hated him—that silver-eyed sin incarnate, with a Roman statue’s face, a body like Michelangelo’s sculpture with the morals of a drunk alley cat. ‘I didn’t even know his fucking name!’ disappointment filled him. ‘Very classy Angel. Very Classy.’ He cursed the demon-like bastard in every language he knew.

It was just as clear as the scent of tobacco on his breath. I forced him to look at me. Forced him still as I summoned out the purest energy from him, his soul. As the gray substance swirled around in the air, I could see all that he was. A pervert. A monster. A destroyer of hope and happiness. A being of minimal talent and power. He was pathetic. I sucked his soul down, letting it fill me until it was completely gone. What a shame. It didn’t give me the feeling I thought it would.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

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.

Apart from a few forgotten libraries and some songs in Ter Sami- an extinct generic language of supernatural beings- the Seven Sins remain mostly unknown. To give off the impression of immortality, the heir takes on their name upon ascending the throne. So if the heir of a Sin ascends the throne, his or her True Soul merges with the Sin’s true essence and becomes the Sin itself. That is why it is said that a Sin never dies- because they literally never do. They live on in their offspring.

It is pride, it is cruelty, it is a fire that burns without remorse'. To Lillian, sin is betrayal - the kind that hides behind a smile and lets someone she loves bleed for silence. It is watching pain and doing nothing. She hesitated when she should have protected. To her, she had sinned. To Margot, sin is cowardice: refusing to speak when truth is needed, or following the rules when they demand she stand aside and watch injustice unfold. To her, she has sinned. To Diana, sin is failure. The failure to act, to foresee, to protect what she bore into the world. It is not what others do to her, but what she did not prevent. To her, she has sinned.