Sin Of Greed Re Zero Novels & Stories

​The rise of the Red Moon; The "Blood-Gate", did not bring light to Neo-Tokyo. It brought a thick, coppery fog that tasted of ancient rust and dying stars. As the red crescent emerged from the Pacific, the "Zero-Variable" in Leo Vane’s veins didn't just hum; it screamed. It was a frequency of pure, unfiltered predatory instinct, a call from something that predated the "Wild Code" by eons.

ETHAN COLE Seth was a traitor. The thought had clawed its way from Zero's mind slipping off his godforsaken lips. My eyes darkened, the last trace of light replaced by something far more unsettling. I stared hard at Zero while he drove. His hands were stiff as he gripped the wheels. “And I’m supposed to believe you because you felt it?” I spat, a wave of disappointment descending on me. Talk about someone who was the most logical in the group.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Sera’s nails dug into my shoulders, her body trembling with a mix of shame and unwanted arousal as I continued moving inside her, slow and deep, refusing to stop even as Liora screamed. I kept my voice ice-cold. “No.” The line went silent for a beat. Then Liora exploded. “No? You’re risking billions, our future, everything we built… for some desperate girl you bought with a debt contract? Get rid of her tonight or I’ll leak the full contract. I’ll make sure every media outlet knows you’re keeping a paid whore in your penthouse while pretending to be with me.” Something dark and primal snapped inside me.

Dante rose from the chair, grabbed his own gun and slowly walked toward the trembling man. “Please forgive me. I swear to God I will never do it again. I’ll work to pay off what I have stolen. Please…” The man pleaded. Dante grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him in the eyes. “You know what I hate the most in the world?” He asked. The trembling man shook his head. “Traitors!” With that, Dante pointed his gun at the man. He was ready to pull the trigger before he suddenly retreated again. “You know what, we almost ten thousand euros because of him. We should get the money back first before getting rid of him.” Dante told Vincenzo and Pietro.

Beggar My humanity is next. I don't drop my gaze, and he doesn't drop his shocked one either. And then we are at a stare off and I'm sure I'm going to win this; I just know it. Zero's eyes become smaller the longer I hold. The one with the scar ticks as he lifts his finger to rub the scar. My stomach tightens at the hard glint he bestows upon me. “No,” He growls tersely, “I'm not fuckin’ going anywhere. You and I are happenin’.”

Leo’s POV The drive to our house was the most relaxing one I have had in a long time. My fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the low jazz playing from the speakers. I couldn’t stop smiling as I drove through every hill and sloppy ground. Zane’s signature on that contract was more than just a stamp–it was a rope he willingly tied around his own neck. His own greed had been used against him. The city blurred past, but all I could see was Zane’s face as he read through the contract. He didn’t even flinch at the idea that he could lose everything he had worked for with just one scandal. He was too greedy to see the trap. A man like him is too proud and arrogant to imagine he can fal

"Does that mean they’re in a basement somewhere, or are they already in the lake?" Enzo paused, a piece of silver cutlery halfway to his plate. He looked at me with a chillingly blank expression. "Does it matter? They sold their loyalty. In my world, that is the only sin that carries a death warrant." "I took your money, Enzo. Doesn't that make me a sinner too?" "You took it for a reason," he said, leaning forward. The heat of the candles seemed to intensify the intensity of his stare. "My men took Moretti’s silver because they were greedy. You took mine because you have a God complex. There’s a difference."

’ Zero’s voice echoes in my head. Unsurprisingly, he appears through the window and lands behind Zio silently. It takes Zio a moment to notice his presence but when he does, he shoots him an evil grin. I shake my head. ‘ Not worth it. ’ ‘ Your mate is not worth letting me go? ’ Zero wonders, his expressions not giving anything away. ‘ The emotional black mailing doesn’t work work with me. ’ I smirk at him. He smiles back, subtly. He has tried, and failed. Many times.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”