Novel & Cerita Paragon Of 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....''

Michael grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Get on your knees," he ordered. I slid off the bed and knelt in front of him. He stared down at me. "Look at you,” he began, “every inch of your covered in your own cum. You are such a pathetic whore.” I swallowed hard. “I gave you one order. And you could not even follow one simple rule." My eyes lowered. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "Sorry isn't enough." He slapped my face lightly, then harder.

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.

— I’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

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.

“ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here. “ This is Hearts, the sin of sloth. He’s always like this so don’t be confused. “ The man named Jake said. Sloth------a lazy one? He have a long reddish hair and an eye glasses. I can definitely see through what kind of sin he is by just looking at his tardy eyes. But still, a handsome one.