Paragon Of Sin Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

He said gesturing towards him by pointing a hand at him. Before he began, he coughed a couple of times after almost the choking he was taken already. “Sin is like an older brother to me, and I've looked up to him for years but in recent decades his burning jealous over Ares's power has eating him up, he want everything you have and isn't content with his.” He said using his hand to rob his head. “I've watched sin come up with many evil plans in resent times and one of the worst was killing his mate, I never supported it, I still see her face in my dreams but there was nothing I could do at the time I was fully loyal to him with reasons best known to me.”

“The same Lord also said shake the dust off your sandals and leave once rejected.” The bald Priest smiles, “Et quod Daemones sciunt ea in sanctis legibus aeternitatis (Even Demons knows the holy laws of eternity)” He spoke in the eastern tongue. “Super scutum potentis latebras in lumine viventium apud peccator non potest vincere in tenebris, a tenebris ad lucem corrupta (A sinner hiding in light cannot win over a sinner living in darkness, to a light corrupted by evil.)” the Chieftain proclaimed.

My voice filled the throne room, echoing through the empty wall back to me as I laid lazily on the throne. My throne. "So when does the plan commends?" I felt the darkness in me switch and the smell of the seven deadly sin fill every edge of the room. Wrath Lust Pride Envy Greed Sloth Gluttony "Erasmus" At the mention of his name, he appeared like fog, looking like the darkness and wearing his crooked smile. As always his two partners flock his side. The lord of the seven deadly sins and his demoness, he takes no pleasure other than his kind.

" Unless you have Figured things out, I don't want you to go back to where you were. " I tried to smile to show a friendly gesture but instead it came out as a painful wince. Friendly smiles are not something that children who have been exposed to the streets are used to making, the range of smiles their are from seductive to calculating. I moved forward and wrapped my hands around him in a hug. Was their anybody in the world who understood me more than he did? He wrapped his hands around me and I inhaled his scent. His chest was well tanned and broad because of working out regularly. He had that body of a sex god, the ones that girls loved and often people would stop to admire and tell h

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

His hand groped my tits, and he yanked me hard against his chest, showing off his strength as if it weren't obvious just how powerful he was. One hand moved to my white thong, and he pushed it over my ass, letting it slide down my legs until it reached my ankles on the floor. I could tell he dropped his boxers too when I felt his bare dick against my ass cheeks. I felt like a prize for a king, a concubine for a count. I didn't feel like a partner or a lover. I felt like a piece of meat this animal had ripped from my bones. When he turned me around, all of that changed.

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

"You're something like a fallen angel. Or, at best, the bearer of a soul made by two beings who have never knelt down to any God.” There was the word I couldn't say. The name I tried to call at that moment of suffocation and I ended up conjuring Vraxlon until then. I couldn't even think of saying it, as if I had been programmed to mischaracterize his divine presence. This seemed to inflate my soul with a mischievous kind of debauchery. All right, my soul was already doomed to hell. Blasphemy was the least of all the sins I could imagine having committed in five hundred years.

"I used to lead them, but I left because of a disagreement with their current leader, Fenris." Garrick and I leaned forward, hanging on every word as Sin recounted her history with the Emberfangs. Her voice was steady but carried the weight of memories she rarely spoke of. She described how the Emberfangs, a group known for their ferocity and unyielding nature, had carved a code of survival into the very essence of their being. They were not just fighters; they were survivors who thrived on the edge of chaos, their existence a testament to their brutal efficiency.