Novel & Cerita Red Demon Seven Deadly Sins

I am just a demon who will just destroy everything for fun and will know anything about it. I am the seventh son of Death God Lilith. Whenever I touch someone I will come to know about them and their intention for seeking me. But you don't have any intention to power. That is why I am speaking with you, otherwise, I would have killed you by the time you came inside this dungeon. Anyway, your voice "Red " is in a dangerous situation. you must save him otherwise he will die from this world permanently and you will die eventually. No one in his world would save you.

Caleb asked. “Shortly after I returned home, this one appeared, and he couldn’t stop from groping me. I couldn’t get anything from him other than an extreme amount of lustful words. I couldn’t handle what he was saying, so I made it so he couldn’t speak.” Selene said as she waved her hand again, and the pink-eyed Zeke disappeared. “But how are there two Zeke’s?” Caleb asked. I was seriously starting to question Caleb’s intelligence. Even if I didn’t understand half of what was going on, I could understand that Selene was referencing that each Zeke was the embodiment of one of the seven deadly sins: Wrath and Lust.

The sin must be reflected in their actions and be in accordance with either of the seven capital sins they’re most guilty of. But why the seven deadly sins? The answer is pretty much simple. These seven sins are fatal to humanity’s spiritual progress, magnifying everyone’s spiritual shortcomings and enslaving them to no end. Many people say that pride is the mother of all sins. Some say that greed is the root of all wrongs in the world. But he’d tell you that all seven of these cardinal sins are the culprit, really. And people living their lives with any of these sins, in copiousness, must be redeemed. As evil as he may be, he still believed in giving second chances, you see. But these detes

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

If he was going to kill me, I would strike first. I marched into his master suite. The room was dark. He was asleep, his massive frame sprawled across the bed. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to swim in the shadows, ink turned to scales. He looked older than Damien, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, but there was a raw, timeless power in his face that made age irrelevant.

That black hair… dripping red with the blood of his parents. Why? He knew it couldn’t have been real. Monsters didn’t exist. "How cute … I’ll spare you." A coy smile, before cherry blossom eyes rimmed with sadistic pleasure lowered, "You, who shall become the embodiment of sin." Why are you doing this? Shaking the memory from his head, throbbing and still sore from the blows yesterday, Damon struggled with all he had. His elbow jutted to the side, limbs swinging in every direction as the grips on him grew tighter. "Get off me! Stop bullying me!!!"

Ever since he was born, sacrifices have started to regularly arrive every year at exactly the same time. What he has observed is that the human village close to the Dark Forest holds a festival every time they send a sacrifice. He did not even ask for it. This is why he finds humans annoying. They are irrational, noisy, uncouth, cheaters, and greedy. Every single man represents the 7 sins that give evil its power and that in itself is a feat. Even his demon generals only represent one of each sin. He himself only has wrath within him.

I shook my head. "I don't care. I'll pay it. Whatever price I'll pay it. I'll give anything to forget this place and the monsters within it. I'll destroy this world if that's what it takes. I hate it here. I hate how lonely I am. I miss the sunlight. I miss the fresh air." "If that is what you wish." "It is. It's what I want." "Fine. Then you must get me the seven charms of the seven deadly sins. If you wish to have freedom of this world, I will grant it to you, but only when I have all of them in my possession." My breath hitched my eyes widened.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I am Sloth.” Derick blinked, confused. “Sloth? What kind of name is that?” “One of the Seven Deadly Sins,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance. “And I’m here to serve Damien.” My jaw nearly hit the ground. Damien… has one of the Sins under his command? No. Impossible. “You don’t believe me.” His grin widened, sharp as a knife. “But you will. Because I’m in charge of you three now.” “How did you—read my mind?” I stammered, throat tightening.