The Lion Sin Of Pride の小説・ストーリー

K can't humiliate myself in front of this bastard. "The late Lycaon was cruel and greedy too. He would kill anybody who would go against his words. Be it an ally or an enemy, he would not hesitate to cut anyone's throat." I said as I smiled at him. "Wouldn't that make him worst than that man?" I asked as I shifted my head to one side. "Worst?" he scoffed and leaned forward, "at least my father doesn't betray anyone. Yes, he might me cruel and greedy but he achieved everything through hard work and nothing else. At least I would be proud for that!" he said and laughed again.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

Sin tells them, his face contorted in anger and also in pain. Greed snaps back. "You created us. You are just as deadly as we are. No, you are even worse! Then, tell me. Why do you get to live amongst the people? Why do you get to live in riches while we stay here, suffering in isolation?" "You are not suffering." Sin interjects. Out of nowhere, Pride screams out. "Yes, we are!" Sin tries his best to speak. "I have felt what suffering is, and you have not—"

-He was quite brave for the coward he was! I laugh and answer. -Yes. He always tried to look brave in front of me … It's decided, I will focus as much as possible to enjoy this trip and learn everything I can!- -Are you going to put up with red eyes?- She asks. -Yes! I will! Lion used to say that even the most terrible person in the world has something in common with us. Since we are all human.- I just say it, but I don't really believe in the world that came out of my mouth. Red eyes don't even look human! He is evil and cold as if he has no heart. But he makes mistakes too … He's ashamed, and I've seen him disappointed. Lion said that when you make a mistake it can also do something good…

The answer was too smooth and firm, like there was no room to negotiate. “You don’t get to decide that,” I said, anger creeping into my voice. “I don’t,” Luca agreed evenly. “But I do get to enforce it.” I studied him then—really looked into his eyes and read his movement. There was no hunger in his gaze, no curiosity like Dante’s. It was just control. Structure. Loyalty. “You must really enjoy this,” I said quietly, giving up. “Enjoyment doesn't seem like the right word to use. You just don't get it, do you?”

“We were between a rock and a hard place, you were trying to protect your family and your people. What were we supposed to do in that situation?” “I should have killed him when I had the chance.” Sinclair grumbles. “I would have lost the throne but at least all of the people he’s murdered and tortured would still be here. It didn’t have to be me.” He shakes his head, his hands curling into fists. “It was my fucking pride, my ego – thinking it was my duty and mine alone. Trying to fulfill my father’s unfinished work.”

One should commit the sins healthily. Feel greed, but don’t be too greedy. Be greedy enough to live a comfortable life not a luxury life which comes by snatching others comfortable life. Have pride, only when you achieve something. Show wrath when some one wronged you. Be jealous and make that jealous as your motivation and work hard. Lust, show your lust to the one and only person in your life. Be lazy only when there is no work. Eat, when you are hungry. But Louis Beatrice’s body was filled with all these sins which were irredeemable.

Since Lucifer is greedy by nature, what can one expect of his descendants other than greed and its subsets of discontent, avarice, cupidity and the likes of them? Nevaeh Röth recalls her last encounter with Pride. When the latter summoned her six months ago, she was surprised. It was not impossible for a Sin to summon another Sin or the scion of a Sin, but it wasn’t necessary. What could make him break protocol and risk a war between two tribes? What was it he wanted to tell her that he couldn’t let her father hear of?

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.