Paragon Of Sin Wiki Novels & Stories

He had manipulated Sina for far too fucking long. I stormed out of the room and toward the front door. “They want Anna.” “Why?” Beer said, following me. “What could they want with her?” “They want her because she’s the Paragon.” As I rushed past and back toward the pack house, Gregor followed, his steps quicker this time. “What the fuck do you mean, she’s the Paragon? That’s a myth told down through the centuries to demons. It’s a fable.”

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

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.

“Of course.” From the mirror that sees everything and by that time in the particular life and part of the victim, yet rather the test subject. The dreaded hum, but not from the person who is the vessel to grow such sin came from. But rather from the fully-grown embodiment that’s drawing its own sinister smile. The song echoes, but only few could hear. And that persons are the purest one who ever since then is owning a particular sin out from the deadly seven. Where it goes like this and run along the lines and the words.

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.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

A second later it was gone and was followed by a smooth songster's voice. “Yes, my lord,” blurted Cornelius. Darwin thought it was weird that paragon, the saint, misjudged Cronus and Dawar. They were not their boy loves. Did the holy not recognize that Cornelius was a sibling and that he and Cornelius were salacious knights' partners? The paragon announced as his shadows intermingled with the statue, “Well, I have heard your requests, and I must say I am moved and pleased. Your purpose has given rise to your notoriety. You have hooked my curiosity, young knights.”

Bowing to Lucas and Eva is not part of it. “My turn.” Paragon snarls in my mind. I let her push forward and speak. “Show me respect, and I will act in kind. If you choose aggression, I will act in kind.” “You still believe you guard a mystical gate? There’s no such thing.” Rowdy gives a scratchy laugh, throwing his head back. “You and Zion are delusional. Your brains are scrambled.” “Where’s the prophecy?” Paragon puts her hands on her hips.

“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.

“You’re a fearless lawyer, but your utter arrogance is the reason why you’re hanging up there, Hilary. Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, right?” Hilary struggled, a useless effort. “My dad made me read Paradise Lost when I was a kid. It kinda blew my mind. John Milton was a genius. Anyway, your pomposity and insolence have caused someone to hate you so much that that person actually donated a huge amount to see you being skinned alive. But let me just say that money isn’t the only reason why you are here. You see, I just don’t kill. I have qualifiers and you simply qualified. You committed pride, the very sin from which the other sins arise.”