Novel & Cerita Seven Deadly Sins Ludociel

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

this is tormenting me. [Demon of Sloth -Elite rank] The unique evolution of the demon race endowed with the power of sloth, one of the seven sins. ??????????? Class- Necromancer Special skill- Resurrect Sloth skill- Negate +15 INT +5 AGI OKAY choose Demon of sloth this instant! Hahaha, seven sins…. I remember fantasizing about having the power of sins. In fact, I know everything about them, this must be fate! It even has more skills than the dragon one, which means it is stronger right. Yepp obviously I won't change my decision.

Lucifer. Meanwhile, in the dark pits of hell, Lucifer was also organizing his own army. The seven deadly sins were his army commanders. Each one was to lead a regiment of demons. He wanted to make the wizard pay dearly for snatched from him the only thing that would ensure him being united to Seraphim. Summer. The wizard disrupted his plans and he was not going to sit back down.

He lied smoothly and Gideon never lied, no matter how much the truth hurt. His words had my heart escalating, fear rearing inside me. I wondered if he had sensed the same darkness and horror in the air just as I had. Could he sense the impending doom? I curled my hands into fists, hiding my shaking fingers from myself, even though I was trembling on the inside. Fabiano Lombardi was a devil. A grim reaper. He caused death where ever he went and stole the souls. Everything he touched die. Why was he here then? I knew for a fact that it wasn’t about Alara. Even though I hated the Vitale Don, I knew he’d keep her safe from everyone except himself.

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.

“ Elodie “ comes a dark growled whisper. My heart stutters , my eyes widen and my hand begins to shake. “ Who … who is this ? “ I ask shakily. A small dark evil laugh comes down the phone to me “ Oh you know who it is , well you don’t know who I am actually do you Elodie ? But you will soon “ I gaps at his words. It’s him. “ Elodie “ he says my name in a way that it sounds like it drips with sin. I don’t answer. I can't. I am frozen. But my ragged breathing tells him I am still here. “ I will only hurt you in a way that you crave Elodie you don’t know it yet but you do, I see you “ he states before the phone clicks off and the line dies. He wasn’t referring to actually being able to see me.

Cedric, completely drained of all physical and spiritual energy, slumps flat onto the gravel, gasping for air like a dying fish. "Lucien is completely horrible," Cedric mutters, his voice trembling in the dark. "Only a warlord with oceans of fresh blood on his hands could emit such a sinister, crushing presence. His soul was never a kindhearted alpha. He is like a murderous devil returned straight from the depths of hell, filled to the brim with deadly execution intent."

My hands trembled as I clutched the thick cream envelope with the official court seal. Seraphine Vellora. That was the name written in elegant black ink—the name that now felt like a noose tightening around my throat. Everyone called me Sera, but in Judge Alaric chambers, names carried weight. Power. Judgment. I had no choice. My brother, Elias, had been caught in one of the city’s underground gambling rings. The evidence was damning, the sentence potentially twenty years. But Judge Voss had made it clear during the private meeting last week: mercy had a price. And that price was me.

I stood three steps behind Mistress Hana and held the lacquer box and was invisible. He walked onto the central platform. Soul Sight tore through my chest like a blade. Not a gentle ignition. Not the tentative warmth described in the old texts I had read in the pleasure house library, the romantic accounts of soulbound recognition that made it sound like sunlight and gradual warmth. This was violent. The kind of thing that happens to a body that has had no preparation and no framework and no warning — a detonation in the center of my sternum, gold light flooding my peripheral vision, threads erupting from the cavity behind my ribs and running with absolute specificity across the ceremony hal

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.