Novel & Cerita The Scholar Of The First Sin

"We live with truthfulness. Lying and betraying is an act of sin." The man who seems to be the leader of everyone started to walk around and look at each corner. Oliver slightly move to hide his presence. "And what is the punishment for the sinners?" Everything shouted as if they are on a battle field. And so, the man smiled while saying this words with full of confidence. "Death"

“That is a *Summon.*” Kael turned, brow furrowed. “Summoning what?” “Not what,” the Firstborn replied. “**Who.**” A silence followed. Heavy. Chilling. “Then say it,” Aria said. The Firstborn faced her. “The one who wrote the first name. The source of the gods. The origin of fate. The weaver of all Realms.” Even the wind seemed to still. “**The Creator.**” Rowan’s mouth went dry. “Why would something like that come here now?”

She gasped and muttered something inaudible to herself as her fingers flew across the screen, zooming in, swiping to the next photo, her eyes practically popping out of her head. "This is... Sophia, this is gold!" I smiled, pleased at her reaction. "You can say that again." "This is... Whoa, Sophia. This is pure, unadulterated gold! Tristan Walker? The respected archeology professor? And Alex? Isn't this that scholarship kid?" "The very same," I confirmed, a smug smile spreading across my face. "Do you think that maybe Tristan was the reason that Alex even managed to get the scholarship in the first place?" Keke mused.

"He's a good guy and." "Shut your pie hole, Ava. She doesn't need to know he has a magic dick." "Ew, please don't finish that sentence." She gives me that look. The one that tells me she is completely grossed out. We walk toward the elevators. Sophia swipes her card to access the penthouse. "Stop." She holds up her hand, halting the others. "You all can get the next one. Marcus, you have a key?" Her bodyguard nods. "Good."

I burst into tears His jaw tightened. He looked back, sharply barking something over his shoulder. The men scattered down the hall exchanged looks and bowed to him. He looked back at me. “I would never let anyone touch you,” he said. It sounded more like an affirmation. I nodded. Dante’s POV The study smelled like smoke and leather. I stood by the window, trying to remember what had happened that morning. The fright in her eyes and the way her body shook with fear when I touched her. I could feel the cigar burning slowly between my fingers, the ash growing longer but I didn’t flick it away.

As soon as she got to the altar, she kept her eyes down, unwilling to look at the face of the man who was about to own her. "So, you finally made it." The Dark king murmured beside her. Sinora’s heart skipped a beat. That voice, she had heard it before. She bowed along with him, as was customary to the cross, and then rose up. "You may face each other now as you say your vows." Sinora raised her eyes suddenly, and they widened in shock.

was written in bold seal script, exuding strength and elegance. Beside him, a mysterious woman in a purple robe chuckled lightly. “You study diligently in every aspect of living beings, not hesitating to be tainted by worldly affairs. Do you know what these two characters represent?” “The leader of all living beings, the Chosen One,” said the man as he smiled faintly. “He is also the first stumbling block for you on your Supreme Path to mastery.” “Is he not an opponent?” the woman in the purple robe asked.

“ Say what you want to say ” “ The six deadly sins are no longer in hell but here on earth ” The six deadly sins are a part of Lucifer, Lucifer is the first deadly sin, the sin of pride. Mammon the second deadly sin, a man with blonde hair and golden eyes, he is the sin of greed. Always greedy with things. Asmodeus the third deadly sin, a man with black hair and golden eyes as as well, he is the sin of lust. Always after women. Leviathan the fourth deadly sin, a man with black hair and golden eyes, he is the sin of envy. Always envying other deadly sins.

The Study of Sin (Eve’s POV) The first time I saw him, he was already speaking. No introduction, no greeting, just words, low and steady, cutting through the hum of restless students like a blade. “The story of the fall isn’t about punishment,” Dr. Holt said, chalk tapping the board. “It’s about awakening. The first sin was knowledge.” The lecture hall stilled. Rows of notebooks hung open, pens frozen. I’d expected another dull theology course filled with rote recitation and inherited reverence. Instead, he spoke like a man trying to reason with fire.

“The sin that is viewed as the rebellion against God, where it presumes to possess excellence and glory that belong to God alone. Wherein the danger of which is that most people are unaware of their pridefulness.” Now holding the first box as he already knows to whom he should give it to and have the experiment to see and to give birth to the future embodiment of it. She opens the second box as a golden-brown color flame illuminated along with its ball-like of fire that represents its soul. She then introduces as she lay the foundation of the chosen sin. “Greed.” Snapping her finger as the numbing and chomping noises of people eating like there are no tomorrow echoes to the entire room.