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.

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

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!”

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.

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 was suddenly reminded that this bitch was a witch who has saved Evelyn's ass and Vladimir's by evoking her powers to render the hunters so useless. “Yes I know what that means, they are fucking right now, under this roof! Do you want to add any more injury to that!” She was taken back by my statement but that's how blunt I can be, how miserable I am to feel everything Evelyn was feeling, it was so strong and Primal that I was almost tempted to lose my dignity and principles to join them. It was crazy but the thought of trying that gave me a satisfaction I never knew existed. “It's wrong! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?”

But because it was contained. A bonded alpha finding his mate did not require intervention. It did not destabilize the global supernatural hierarchy. It did not fracture councils or rewrite bloodlines. It was powerful but manageable. So they remained still and neutral. But in their neutrality, they were dangerous. Because Primordials did not take sides easily, but when they did, their allegiance rewrote history. Now, in the present, the second ripple moved differently. It did not merely announce awakening. It announced multiplication. Within Inferno’s sealed realm, inaccessible, untraceable, and uneasy to breach, a new flame had ignited. This was not dominance. This was lineage and the Primo

The older Cassian's eyes became distant. We taught him to be afraid. Silence. Arielle felt something twist inside her. We taught him that every decision could destroy someone. We showed him every world that could be lost. We made him carry the weight of our fear. He looked at Elias. And eventually, he decided the only way to prevent suffering was to prevent choice. The Shadow King whispered: He became the Primordial. The older Cassian nodded. No. Arielle shook her head. Fear is the Primordial.