The Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

“What did you say?” I hated that I was doing this. Hated that I was lowering myself before him. But I did it anyway. I bent down, still clutching my baby, and pressed my forehead to the floor. “Please. Please, have mercy on Andrei. Don’t kill him like this.” I expected the King to refuse, but when I looked up, I found that he had approached me, lips curving into that gleeful little smirk that I had come to know so well. Pride. That was always his greatest sin, wasn’t it? In this madman’s pit of hell, amongst the visions he had seen in these putrid waters, one always stood out above the rest. His ego. A vision of himself wearing a crown made of glass and lies.

– And he will gain part of that innocent person’s wishes. - Both will be taken to their kingdoms, both the person who was sacrificed and those who sacrificed them. - Said. - Why would a blessed soul practice sin? – Asked Lucifer. - For the greatest and oldest of sins. - Said the voice. - Greed is pride, avarice is gluttony, and pride is beyond lying. - Said the voice. Greed will be used. – We will give a wealth equal to the greed of the world. - Said. – If you win.

Alessia said tightly, one hand resting on the dagger at her thigh, the other clutching her wounded shoulder. The man’s eyes glinted gold in the torchlight. “Myth is simply memory soaked in blood.” The mysterious woman at Alessia’s side dipped her head. “My king.” “I am no king,” the man corrected. “Not anymore. Not since your bloodlines broke the pact and turned sanctity into sin.” Dante’s jaw clenched. “You’re the one they called Il Primo. The First.” The man smiled. “I was the first to wear the crown of the Syndicate. But I was not the last to betray it.”

“You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.” I flopped backward on the floor, arms spread like a crime scene outline, staring at the ceiling. There was no secret trapdoor. No magical portal. Just me, stuck in my own stupidity. And yet—because my brain is a traitor—there was this tiny, ridiculous spark inside me. It wasn't fear, not even regret. Something else. Pride. Like, the tiniest voice whispering: damn, girl, you really said that to him. I sat up halfway, glaring at myself. “No. Stop it. We’re not doing that. Pride gets you killed—especially with a guy like Damiano. Pride gets you shoved into concrete shoes and thrown into a river.”

"We shared a bed tonight, Malakai. We shared a truth, a carnal bond that this girl could never understand in a thousand lifetimes. Do you really think you can go back to being 'normal' after tasting what it’s like to be a King? After the heat of my sister? After the way the three of us moved together as one?" ​I felt a wave of nausea so powerful I nearly gagged, the metallic taste of the wine rising in my throat. The image of them—the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin in the master suite and the chanting of names—flashed in my mind like a brand. Silas was trying to use the "shame" of the act as an anchor, trying to make me feel too "filthy" for the woman standing in front of me. He wanted me to

I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath. Envy. Sloth. Gluttony. And Lust. All had names and pictures I didn't care to memorize. But the Sin of Pride had nothing. There were records of their operations, and my brows dipped. Was this an error? "No" I hushed, then flipped to the previous pages. This time, I looked carefully until my lips parted in surprise. In every operation, the Sin of Pride was involved. They even left a little signature, and I almost grunted in frustration while trying to understand it.

"There are two sides to a human being. The first is the normal side, the one you see every day. The side that lives a daily life, the side governed by logic, restraint, and reason." He paused, letting the words sink in. "Then there is the second side. The predominant side. It is your primal sense of urgency. It is the raw, unadulterated instinct to kill. To survive at all costs. Human beings do have these two sides. But it is said that only a few can awaken that predominant side. And it is a blessing... only if you can control it." Valerio frowned, shifting slightly against the pillows. "What does that have to do with what happened to me?"

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.”

“Mama… why is Papa fighting others?” “Because we are too prideful my dear. We were born to bear this sin, a sin where nothing should be above us. No one should dare try to reach us, those who try to step on our pride would be killed. That is our sin. Ouur proud empire would always be tortured by the pride that was passed down to us…” She explained. Despite being a child she understood what her mothers words meant, she was already mature at a very young age having been taught that she would one day be succeeding the throne. Her eyes turned serious as she sensed a presence on the other side of their room's door.

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.