Primordial Sin System Novels & Stories

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.

she said, even as her voice trembled. “No,” he replied smoothly. “But I’m the man who owns your real one.” Her stomach dropped. “What the hell does that mean?” The man turned, fingers laced in front of him. “It means the Ten Sinful Commandments weren’t just a private game between you and Damian. They were part of a program. One your bloodline was selected for.” She swallowed. “Program? Are you saying… this was planned?” He smiled. “Long before Damian ever touched you, Lydia. Long before you ever felt desire that frightened you. You were chosen.”

she narrowed her eyes. “I mean the equilibrium that exists in society. In every system, there are forces at play—good and evil, law and crime, order and chaos. These forces oppose each other, maintaining a certain balance. If one side becomes too dominant, the system becomes unstable. So, in a twisted way, crime can be seen as a counterforce to law enforcement. It’s not a justification, but an observation of how things operate. It’s a complex and often harsh reality of our world.”

"I'm going to...I-I don't know. Please don't stop." "You don't know?" He laughs without humor into the crook of my neck and continues to fondle me between the legs while pumping in and out of my backside. "I'm not just going to hell, I'll be seated at the right hand of Lucifer." Until now, there's been a slow build of the pleasure inside me, but when Cain seems to lose his grip on his control behind me, that's when the tide rises with a vengeance. He snarls into my hair, his teeth searching for my ear to clamp down on. He's a bucking beast, the brutality of his drives making a dent in the hood around the outline of my body. My feet come off the ground, lifted by his hips, one thigh being wre

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

” “What do you mean by the prime four?!” “Ebedi, Zaman, Kalan, and Historia, these are the prime four, the original Gods, the ones who initially took control over the creation energy, but the energy was way too much for the four of them alone, and that is how we came to exist, us, the second generation Gods!” “You mean even the Gods have a hierarchy?!” “Yes!” Ayartma scoffed out the word, bothered with that fact, however, she was happy that the man was smart enough to keep up with her story, for she saw a very promising alliance lurking between the two of them, waiting to be grabbed and sealed.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

Apart from a few forgotten libraries and some songs in Ter Sami- an extinct generic language of supernatural beings- the Seven Sins remain mostly unknown. To give off the impression of immortality, the heir takes on their name upon ascending the throne. So if the heir of a Sin ascends the throne, his or her True Soul merges with the Sin’s true essence and becomes the Sin itself. That is why it is said that a Sin never dies- because they literally never do. They live on in their offspring.

"When anarchy of our world is replaced by synarchy, all of the humanity will have access to this hidden world/ secret society. *** Elder race are stoic but scientifically adept civilization who pioneered the immortality system for they believed that sinning is the only way to liberation or for 'real awakening'. Many will definitely see this as an outlandish theory. However, according to them, humanity was originally divine. But somewhere in the history, someone from their inner circle tried to play god and trapped souls into matter to power its infernal creation. So much that even death wasn't an escape since one would only be reincarnated and just moved on to live their next life exactly

I blurted and the way Shaun turned to look at me, I was certain he was confused. "For what?” "This is so wrong. I have an undivorced husband” I added, but he still had a confused look on his face. "It's a sin for a woman to cheat on her husband,” I said and that caused Shaun to scoff. “I don't know how this works, but isn't it a sin for a husband to lay his hand on his wife. Not just a sin but a crime” "That's different” "You are trying to say that for a woman to be happy is a sin?” he asked and I broke into tears.