Quotes About The Seven Deadly Sins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A cold spray rained on me. “Essentially, you're stupid, Shannon. Stupid, because you are devoid of free will. Curiosity is your master. It will only bring you despair. To know is to suffer. Truth only leads to death.” Samael laughed lowly. “Some are ruled by lust. Others greed. But curiosity? That's worse than pride. It's the greatest deadly sin.”

Naturally, he won with ease. "I've cleared two trials. Just two more to go, and I'll finally get to meet that guy," Felix said. There were three trials left, namely pride, envy, and greed. Based on their names alone, Felix wasn't entirely confident about any of them. He had long known about the seven deadly sins and had read various interpretations. While they seemed distinct, their core concepts were actually quite similar. For example, Greed and Envy might seem alike, but they were fundamentally different.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

There were some that even proclaimed; how weak the seven were that they choose to rule hand in hand, if it where them they would have ruled the underworld alone and unchallenged. But the funny part was that many of those hot blooded talents didn't even manage to live long as just as they shine for a moment they were either openly killed or assassinated by the veterans mafias that experienced the era of the seven sins as they are still fearful and making sure that another such era never appear again. They don't dare confront the seven brothers but it does not mean they can't take care of weaker threats before they could grow.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

When his head snapped back up, he trembled, his bones trying to break free from his flesh. My eyes broke free from the sight when Aleskander came closer. “Want to spend all night staring at Viktor?” he asked, his voice cool and neutral. There was no hint of rage in them. Just plain ol’ Aleskander. I didn't answer him. Instead, my mind did a recap on the file containing the Seven Deadly Sins. Then my mouth widened, realization settling in. “He's Viktor Von Stein? The Sin of Gluttony?” I murmured under my breath.

I added sadly but prayed to God she didn't catch the sadness in my voice. "Right." She said simply but everyone knows what that means. "Look, you should do what you want to do but, don't give up before you really get to know him" she adviced. "He's toxic and I feel if I keep doing this, I'll get poisoned and I'd die. It's bad enough that I can't get him out of my system" I told her. "Maybe you're not supposed to" she suggested "I don't think so, how did we even get here? We were talking about you" I tried to change the topic.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

My patience thinned. “You said someone is trying to clean up old business.” “Yes.” “Whose business?” A beat. “Possibly her parents’.” The words felt quite heavy but I said them, anyway. “Her parents are dead.” “Legacies aren’t.” I stepped closer again. “Be careful,” I warned quietly. His eyes flicked to mine, sharp now. “Careful of what?” “Of implying things you can’t prove.” “And you?” he asked softly. “You don’t ever imply things?”