The First Descendant Divine Punishment 소설 & 이야기

Then he inhaled and exhaled. "There's no telling what I can do, honestly, Mrs. Crawley. The wrath of God is righteous, yet it brings the punishment for the errors of fathers upon sons and daughters, and grandsons and granddaughters, and continues down all through the generation. If you piss, stress or delay me too much, I might just make the call and start the collateral damage with Maya. I have eyes on her already as we speak and only just a call is needed to bring hell early to her.

"I don't know whether demons are real or not, but when I read the legend of the formation of Lithonia, I realized that there are many things in this world that I have never met. Devils, just like Gods. They are not the same as us, ordinary humans. But there is one fact that I knew a few years ago about the kings who once ruled Lithonia. The first king was a descendant of Gods, it made him inherit a very large and often hidden mysterious power. The fact that only the descendants of the first king could inherit that power. But until now, I don't know what kind of secret power the royal descendants possessed," "Divine power? does it have something to do with the mysterious storm that hit Lithon

Light and darkness, locked in an eternal dance, their arrival signifying a pivotal moment in the world's fate. "They spoke of Ophelia and Darius King," my father's voice grew heavy, weighed down by the gravity of his words. "Their disobedience of the goddess had consequences, and a price must be paid." My breath caught in my throat, and I leaned in closer, my senses heightened with anticipation. The mysterious figures, the divine retribution, the ominous warning—all of it converged into a tapestry of intrigue that I yearned to unravel. "The dark-haired man," my father's voice grew faint, barely above a whisper, "his eyes found you even before your birth. He spoke of a curse that would bathe

He remembered Zeman telling him that all witch descendants required the Divine fruit in order to awaken the power in their blood. Even if awakening their power wasn’t their goal, they still needed the fruit. After all, due to their ancestors tampering so much with medicines, the sequelae in their bodies were passed down to their descendants. With that in mind, failing to get access to the Divine fruit—before their sixteenth birthday—would often result in the descendants’ deaths. It was probably why Phoebe was searching for the Divine Fruit tree so desperately.

My eyes widened slightly when everyone kneeled and bowed down their heads while saying loudly in unison, “The Great Sextuplets… Thank you for saving us and for restoring the beauty of the magic realm! From this day onwards, we will devote our lives to you. And we will never forget your greatness!” Their words stuck in my brain and smiled at them. My sister and I looked at them and I said, “Everyone, you must thank the Almighty God for giving this world a chance to restore and all of you to live longer. You are all free from sins, but you are not free from punishment. As you notice, the light earlier that enveloped the entire magic realm was the divine light we created from the spirit of dark

The Divinity Sect was crowded with people. Outside the hall, Yuvaan looked at the Outsiders and stroked his beard, saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Divinity Sect. As you all may know, the earthlings are descendants of sinners who betrayed our ancestors. We suffered greatly, and countless innocent lives were lost. “As a descendant of sinners, not only does James not repent of his sins, but he even colluded with the Demon Race and cultivated the Demonic Arts. “I have summoned you all here today to witness the public trial of James Caden. May justice be served!”

Bojan began, his voice a somber cadence in the subterranean silence, "the birth of Maximus was not merely a convergence of mortal affairs but a cosmic response to an affront against the divine order. Limah, an oracle consecrated to the gods, was defiled by King Gaius, and the gods, in their inscrutable wisdom, orchestrated Maximus's existence as both a testament and a punishment." Callista's eyes, pools of reflection and sorrow, sought Bojan's for guidance. "Punishment for my father's actions?" she whispered, grappling with the cosmic intricacies that had bound Maximus to a destiny forged in the crucible of divine retribution. Bojan nodded solemnly. "Indeed. The gods, in their eternal balanc

"The one who poisoned the Veil-the Dusk Mother-is dead. Your judgment falls on the wrong shoulders." The pack's laughter was a avalanche of stones. *"Judgment is not *yours* to redirect, little ember. You, who let divinity carve you hollow."* The flowers beneath me writhed, roots snaking around my ankles. Visions erupted: Jason's ancestors slaughtering the First Pack in a bid for dominance; the goddess weaving her song through their bloodline, binding them to her will. The truth seared-*we were never innocent*. "You want penance?" I hissed, tearing free of the roots. "Then let me *fix* what my bloodline broke."

“I’ve got a lot on you. First, the taxes you owe the IRS. Two, for the fact that you are fucking my daughter behind your back; you deserve to die. Still going to meet with Mrs James. She’d be the trigger I’d pull to hit you in the bull’s eye.” “Let’s bring it on. All of you trying to take what’s mine - I’d make mince meat out of you!” “Try if you can. The wages of sin is death. You won’t esape sleeping with Bathsheba like David. I’m so different from Uriel. I’m your punishment from heaven. God bless you if she happens to be pregnant. Just know you dug your own grave.” “Like father; like daughter. Thought you were different from the rest of us.”