Romans & histoires Primordial Sin System

Any time when it might have worked out? Celestial idiot. Selfish celestial. Celestial bastard! He cursed his ancestor every time he remembered doing so, that he remembered what that winged idiot had caused generations and more generations to pass. Treason was the primordial sin, the most unforgivable sin in all existence, regardless of the species to which the individual or living being belonged; the most deplorable sin. And someone with his blood had committed it himself, someone who didn't care about any of its consequences.

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.”

"You were tempted before you've sinned. How come you did that sin on Friday night? It's because you didn't change channel last Monday. You didn't delete the picture last Tuesday. On Wednesday, you keep on reading the same contents you've seen last Monday. On Thursday, you didn't skip that advertisement ... And finally, you've sinned on Friday. As simple as it is ... a process." "Kuya Zion, it's like this. If you apply logic, then it just feeding your flesh. Small deeds that will lead to sin," a woman said in amazement. Zion nodded. "According to 1 John 2:16, For all that is in the world --- the lust of flesh, the lust of eyes, and the pride of life --- is not of the Father but is of the worl

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

I lightly shook my head and stopped grinning. “Since the day I promised mother to end this bloody legacy of killing innocents, since the day I promised her I will change our men and teach them how to be humans, that day I took an oath to change myself, despite it took me to give up on my nature,” His words sounded Chinese to me. There’s never such a thing she ever said to me nor she ever act like a weak woman. “So, humanity runs in our blood and so does a hope of empathy and love,”

I said and they almost cheered. "Boss? why Sin? which power is sin?" one of them asked. "Of course, it's us you fool. Land of Mercy, Milan. Sin, Rome" Theon answered and they all smirked, a certain vibe filled the air stunning me 'I hope they are not planning to fuck out all the brains of our females?' Theon looked at me and smirked too as if knowing what I was thinking. "Now, let's discuss how we will attack," I said with the hope that everything would die down but I did not. Even though they are all paying attention to me but it seems like the Sin atmosphere has come to stay. "The land of mercy will attack the first head leader base this night and wipe them out silently but we will make it

Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll. At the far side of the picture was a black gate. The lines were heavy and thick, bringing to mind jail cell bars. The top of each vertical bar was set with an arrow. Wide at the base, it winnowed up to a point that looked sharp enough to draw blood. "Prime is the Creator being. Exact or precise stories of its origin have been lost over the eons. Anda and Asta, along with their other siblings, are direct descendants of the Prime. Each was given an aspect or virtue of Prime. They were to gift it to their children, so on and so forth. Everyone with me?" He looked up, catching every one of our gazes.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

She walked into our world like she owned it, like she belonged. But my brain wouldn’t let her go. The driver pulled into the gated drive of the Palace, and the sight of the house cut through my spiraling thoughts. The mansion rose like a myth carved into stone—thirteen bedrooms, marble pillars, windows that glittered like the eyes of gods. Everyone at Heldon whispered about it, but only twelve of us had the right to walk through those doors. The Five of Thrones. The Three of Crown. The Four Aces. Together we were the center of Heldon’s solar system, and the Palace was our sun.

He exhaled slowly, as if my ignorance physically pained him. “The Shift,” he began, “was the first moment the world changed. When the moon touched the earth and chose the first wolves. When man and beast merged. When power took physical form.” He turned the candle in his fingers, letting its blue flame dance across his skin. “But before that moment,” he continued, “there were beings who roamed the world freely. Beings made of pure essence. Pure strength. Pure destruction. They were called The Primals.” I blinked. “Primal… like primal wolves?”