Paragon Of Sin Wiki Novels & Stories

If you choose good,the way of life will be hard ,there will be many huddles that you have to overcome but every good deed has its fruit ,but never do anything to achieve something in return,do it because you want to. Choosing bad is an easier way of life ,which people think.To them it is a shortcut,fast money, power and fame but they forget there is no shortcut in life . Every pride hath its fall and every king can be a beggar on that day. Nothing stays permanently.You never know what your future holds but you can improve it by your present feed . Years went by and the magic user started worshiping Goddess Selene as their mother.The witches and warlocks who decided to stay evil still worship

Later, I realised it was those who were, by my own definition of the concept, devout—those of virtue, ascètes, even, people who hold themselves to strict standards of ethics and purity, without holding others to the same. He pauses dramatically, and I frown. Canus’s curse is starting to sound strangely similar to my own, albeit with a different, slightly misogynistic spin. He continues, ‘I’m still limited to that, but with one caveat. They must allow me to be their single exception, their sole source of sin. That’s what I mean by dependency—you and Scintilla were both mortals who were morally sound and ethically righteous, and then you both made me an exception. Scintilla did it by letting m

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart. And Nicholas would never, could never, forget.

"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.

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.

There is so much more to be concerned about, yet I can't get that out of my head. "What are you looking at me like that for?" Cian questions as I turn back to him. With every pass of my gaze over him, it's making less and less sense why I'm here right now. "I just can't believe I'm here...In another realm, with a Sin," I breathe. The word Sin rolls of my tongue with more distain than I intended. Cian's dark brows furrow slightly as he turns that word over in his head. Being an Immortal Sin isn't usually associated with anything good.

He stared at me deeply, but not with disgust, rather concern. He pulled me in for a hug without saying anything. After a while, he pulled out. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, holding my hands. “I guess.” I managed. I never thought I would tell anyone about this, but with Arson? I felt safe. “He said it’s the only way for me to stay away from sin. He said We must destroy sin and every sinful engagement. I get whipped each time I disobey him. He is the major reason why I am alive.” I waited for him to say something, but he just kept on looking at me, waiting for me to finish.

I've already said that I'm too valuable to be totally diverted from my duties in paradise. I frowned lightly, reflecting on the subject. As far as I knew about fallen angels, even those who were not designated to represent a capital sin were immediately exiled to hell. For a moment I ended up thinking that by the death of Vraxlon, the wave of sin of lust would be free for anyone who wanted to take it, considering that the sin of laziness was not really dead" my three-headed dog, affectionately called Cerberus, took charge of swallowing the bodies that the receiver of the sin of laziness used to hide the

Sin pulled me onto his lap, put his hand on my chin and forced me to look at him. "Here I have assumed the name Sin because it makes the most sense on your tongue. In this incarnation, I am a wolf, but I have been many things. I have been walking the world for much longer than you can imagine." How could I look away from him? Those golden eyes consume me and sink me into a light of hope. "Gods are strong because there are people to worship them. I am strong because everyone commits sins. I have existed since the first being was created."

Severin, however, developed it ahead of time, and it was something so monumental that it would cause a stir within the Grandiuno Sect if word got out. The word 'paragon' signified transcendence reaching a peak. Paragons could form a bridge between heaven and earth, awakening and wielding the power of heaven and earth in place of spiritual energy. Said bridge allows them to wield divine techniques, which placed them on the level of celestials and gods as described in legends. Their bodies would undergo a complete transformation to that of a golden state, including their bones and blood. A simple strike would be enough to devastate an area of a several dozen mile radius. No supreme saint would