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11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

An angry Steven said walking out but paused in his tracks and turned to look at their faces one more time "And if ever you finally reconsider and decide to speak up without me fishing you out myself, I still won't spare you. Remind me to kill you when you do 'cause you shouldn't have snitched in the first place. Snitching is a sin and persons found guilty are sinners who deserve to be punished. I am no Priest whom you'll come to confess your sins to. I'll murder you without thinking twice" That said, Steven stomped out of the room in high dungeon.

Allistair took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the weight of the task ahead settle across his shoulders like a living thing. “Caius, Lust, Greed, Sloth. Surround us,” he said, his voice low but firm. The four Sins moved instinctively, forming a circle around him and Lucifer, their bodies poised to shield, steady, and anchor the magic about to be unleashed and to link their bond with each other.

“I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.” The darkness around me pulsed, as if acknowledging the confession. The Broker’s voice carried satisfaction. “Truth. The audience recognizes honesty. Proceed to the second sin.” This one was harder. Required exposing something I’d barely admitted to myself. “My second sin,” I began, my throat tight, “involves Eli.” My son’s head lifted, confusion written across his young face.

I couldn't let their pain break my focus. I walked to the center of the circle, to the smallest circle within all the others. This was my place. Where I would kneel. Where the ritual would be performed. Where I would either save the world or doom it. Stephanie stood at the edge of the circle, just outside it. She was smart; entering her own trap would be dangerous, even for her. "Kneel," she commanded, her voice ringing with power. I hesitated. Kneeling felt like surrender. Like accepting defeat before the battle even began.

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

everyone clapped and another girl raised her hands up. "You've never done anything that contradict what God and your parents say?” The moment that question was raised my eyes went immediately to look at Blake, his face had a smirk. I quickly removed them. " I can't say I'm not a sinner,I can't lie that at times I tend to fall with shaky legs…." Shaky legs!! My mind flashed back to when Blake was pounding me from behind. I cleared my throat instantly. “But after all, I'm a human,I can't pretend to be perfect but I can try my best to do what God loves and maybe prey apart from those things that could make me fall apart,have shaky legs and waver in the sight of the lord"

"If we’re to consider what you’re saying, we need a plan. There's no way we can face something this big alone." Sin’s expression shifted, a modicum of hope taking hold. "I want to be part of that plan. I don’t want to fight against you or your pack. I want to fight for it—if you will let me." The sincerity in her voice resonated, stirring something deep within me. Perhaps there was a flicker of hope in this, a chance to turn a betrayal into a strategy.

He takes a step forward pushing his way across the threshold. Carden quickly follows. I, on the other hand, take a deep breath and hold it in my lungs as I take the plunge and step inside. I’m expecting to start to feel the wrath of God burn me to Hell. The pressure of his holiness to smother and crush me under his heavy hand.

And I bet—no, I knew—she was the happiest woman alive that Steven D’evone was six feet closer to hell. The priest’s voice echoed over the murmurs. He began the prayer, his tone heavy and steady, as if afraid to offend the dead. Then Christopher stepped forward—the only child of Steven. He knelt, picked a fistful of dirt, and tossed it onto the casket. I watched him with glassy eyes. Cold. Calm. Controlled. Like nothing could break through that armor of his. Then it was my turn. I stepped forward, fingers trembling, but I managed to find my voice.