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"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.

I ordered, and he nodded. “For now, I’m giving you a death mark for betrayal.” I slammed my fist into his face again and again until a few teeth flew from his mouth. “Nothing satisfies me more than seeing you toothless,” I said with a cold smile. “It gives me joy.” Then someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned sharply and Zima stood there, her emerald eyes burning into me. “The devil should take lessons in heartlessness from you,” she said.

the lead singer, Warner, announces, throwing an arm over Eli and Carson’s shoulders. I pay no attention to Carson as he makes introductions. I know each member from TV award shows and entertainment sites. Warner Bradshaw, the bad-boy lead singer, wears black from head to toe. His skin-tight jeans, boots, and V-neck t-shirt are his trademark attire. A thick, gold chain around his neck draws my eyes toward the dark chest hair peeking out. I’ve often thought of him as a Jason Momoa look-alike. Although he’s not as bulky in stature, his long, highlighted hair and large forehead resemble the star. His look is never complete without his tousled brown waves touching his shoulders, the mirrored shad

<★★★★ BLOODY SINNER'S★★★★> As Lucifer finished recounting the details to Mikhail, the weight of the revelations hung heavily in the air. Mikhail had been pacing the room, his fists clenched, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The Shadows had orchestrated so much pain and suffering, not only for him and Lucifer but for everyone connected to them. The thought that they might have been behind the deaths of his parents, framing April's father to cover their tracks, gnawed at him relentlessly.

It had a couple pictures from the CCTV footage, I had already seen the footage he sent me through the email, however this report was just an elaborate and labeled version of it. “They’ve got the scorpion tattoo on their arms.” Leonas pointed with his chin towards the men. The scorpion tattoos were an indication of Albanians in Chicago. As far as I was concerned we had nothing going on with them, we weren’t enemies but we stayed off each other's ways. But for this to happen it seemed something was going on. Leonas had found them on the security footage of the dead men’s apartment, the footage that was deleted but Leonas had people on tech who brought it back.

“Yeah, that's right. He had his own sins and I fucking fixed them. Why is everyone making a big deal out of it? You have shot countless people in my presence" “Those people are different. Flavio is the son of one of the most dangerous Capos in Italy. You just proclaimed war. Do you realize this isn't good for any of us?” "They declared us an enemy, didn't they?“ "Of course they did. We are like a competition. Dromos doesn't like competition” "Well I don't like competition either” Shaun stood up."The same way I ate Flavio like a snack. That's the same way his father is going down. I don't care how powerful he thinks he is” I grabbed my car keys and walked out through the front door.

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.