Primordial Sin System Novels & Stories

I asked, raising my brow in confusion. "yes.. yes..." She replied, looking excited. "huh..." I took a deep breath and then began, "I somehow wasn't able to go back to the other world, and my soul used to wander around, then one day, a man caught my soul and then made me his slave. He always made me do the evil things and that is how I turned into a devil from a simple wandering lost soul." I told her, flinching at those terrible memories. "Slave? were you happy to be his slave?" She asked such a stupid thing, really who becomes someone else's slaves happily and then kills dozens of people.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

— 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!

Alessia said tightly, one hand resting on the dagger at her thigh, the other clutching her wounded shoulder. The man’s eyes glinted gold in the torchlight. “Myth is simply memory soaked in blood.” The mysterious woman at Alessia’s side dipped her head. “My king.” “I am no king,” the man corrected. “Not anymore. Not since your bloodlines broke the pact and turned sanctity into sin.” Dante’s jaw clenched. “You’re the one they called Il Primo. The First.” The man smiled. “I was the first to wear the crown of the Syndicate. But I was not the last to betray it.”

“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

“Then sleep again. Let us continue building. When we’ve built something truly worthy, something that honors both old and new, maybe then you can wake and see what we’ve created.” “PERHAPS.” The Primordial began to fade. “I ACCEPT YOUR TERMS, GUARDIAN. I RETURN TO SLEEP. BUT KNOW THIS—IF YOU FAIL. IF THIS WORLD DESCENDS INTO CHAOS. IF THE BONDS YOU SPEAK OF BREAK… I WILL WAKE. AND I WILL NOT BE MERCIFUL.” “Understood. We won’t fail.” “WE SHALL SEE.” The Primordial vanished. Reality stabilized. The oppressive power faded.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

The High Priest made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “She’s turned my own theology against you,” he said. “That all souls are equal before God. That no man is elevated above death. She’s going to execute you with the blessing of every principle I’ve spent my life teaching.” The cellar had become a tomb. Daemon moved to the map and looked at Valdris like it was a body he needed to dissect. The square where public trials happened. The palace looming above it. The lower city spreading out beneath like roots. “I turn myself in,” he said quietly.

I demanded, trying to remain calm. “No one,” Luca replied. “We’ve lost manual control.” A sharp chime echoed from the console. System Override Initiated. Authorization: Level Three. Source: Internal Terminal. The room was so quiet that no one said a word. Level three clearance wasn’t accessible to staff. It wasn’t even accessible to most of my inner circle. Outside, the iron gates began to move. Slowly. Deliberately. We could hear the sound of metal scraping against stone in a long, groaning protest.

“I’m your good little cumslut. Please — fill me again.” Nikolai reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles, never slowing his punishing rhythm. “Gonna pump this womb so full you’ll be leaking for days. You’re going to carry my heir, Vivienne. The next High Priest. Blood of your blood. That’s why the goddess chose you. Not for devotion. For breeding.” The twist hit me like lightning. Not just sex. Not just power. A child. A legacy. I came violently around him, screaming, my pussy spasming so hard I nearly pushed him out. He roared and buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with another massive load. Hot, thick ropes painting my insides while he ground deep, making sure it took.