Seven Heavenly Virtues And Seven Deadly Sins 소설 & 이야기

I need as much out of him as I can possibly get. “You see, you’re one of us,” he tells me. My eyes widen. “Perhaps not on the same tier of immortality as Fate, or me, for example. But you are part of the Seven Virtues.” Not many people know of the Seven Sins or the Seven Virtues. They keep to themselves, but their existence is the reason why mortals are the way they are. There names are something I’m not familiar with, which I am grateful for. The Sins, at least, are the most frightful of the few. The Virtues, I don’t mind so much.

“Now, shall we talk about the embodiment and the very counterpart of my soon and beloved ten commandments?” Slightly knew about them, yet not exactly as of what they should be knowing and having as the initial truth and a part of the whole from the knowledge, to begin with. HE draws HIS usual sinister smile as HE first presents the names of the sins starting from and in order of the existing seven worlds that each one is representing as its sin. “Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Pride, Gluttony, Greed and Lust.” “Pretty soon a chess piece will be a move to create the very embodiment of the sins. A chess piece that soon you four will know who, as I want you to make a careful step around him from now on, E

There were seven original sins, later known as the seven deadly sins. They were pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. The first trial Felix went through, the House of Indulgence, was clearly centered on lust. The second trial, the House of Wrath, was even more self-explanatory. With this sudden influx of information, he had learned the names of the remaining five trials, immediately making the connection to the Seven Sins. However, why did the S-tier Malevolent Phantom require someone to fully embody each of these sins?

And yet… It knocked the air from his chest. He stood too quickly. Didn’t know why. She gave him a look that made him remember his manners—and all the reasons he wasn’t supposed to want her this way. He swallowed hard. “There’s something about her,” he thought. Something holy and haunted. Something sharp enough to gut me and soft enough to stay. He nearly texted her that night. Nearly told her that the moment behind her wasn’t just tension—it was temptation, mercy, and madness all rolled into one breath.

Seriously, I am a devil and I am supposed to be a murderer, why can't she accept this and move on, for how long do I need to explain everything to her? I told her I didn't become a devil because I wanted to, I was forced by that evil man who captured my soul. F**k, at this moment I felt like killing Ella, this is why I hate humans. While I was feeling extremely annoyed, Ella said something that completely amazed me. "Would you stop killing innocent people if I married you with whole heart and love?" she said, looking at me with hope in her innocent teary eyes. Oh Dark Lord, I felt like melting under her soft, pleading gaze. No, Ella, I couldn't stop killing people because the length of our l

Not knowing how long the men would be Millie headed for the Birth of Venus immediately. All the rooms led on from one to the other, and she checked that Venus was on the second floor. It didn't take long to find it, in one corner of the room was Primavera, this took Millie's breath away. The graceful flowing diaphanous garments of the Three Graces, Chastity, Beauty and Love, there was Venus and Cupid and the hunky man who was Mercury stirring the clouds to make the weather change. Entranced, Millie stood in front of the painting she had never realised that it was so big. Turning away from the painting, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, and she took a look at the message.

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart.

I said with a poker face. “Seven years? And you did not do it? My goodness, Yen, is he really a man?” I looked away for a while. I couldn’t hold the gaze that made my heart jump out of my ribs. “We both grew up believing that sex should only be for couples within the bond of marriage. And doing it is a sin as what the Bible says.” “We are already in the new era where the millennials are doing it.” “I know, but it doesn’t exempt them from calling it a sin. If only young people follow that rule, there shouldn’t have been unnecessary miseries for having unwanted children and all the emotional struggles that come with it.”