Novel & Cerita Vengeance Is Mine Says The Lord Meaning

A future he didn't get to live. We became orphans, well I, became an orphan. He was long gone to be called one. All I had left was myself and revenge. Revenge for the man who had killed my brother. I was going to kill his too. This is the beginning of his end. He should start counting his days. How does the saying goes? Oh yeah. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Lex talionis. Latin for an eye for an eye. The one phrase my father repeats over and over again. The one motto that we go by. I rushed out of the office with Sloan by my side and we saw lifeless bodies but they were not only from our side but from the other as well. They fought well and were just unprepared for the attack that was just about to occur.

"I swear it! I'll come back with vengeance! You haven't seen the last of me!" The ex-Luna screams she'll return with vengeance.

Not yet. Vengeance.

(TRISTAN'S POV) ‘Vengeance is of the Lord,’ I always preached it when I was a priest. I was once an angel with the bible, winning souls for Christ. Now a devil with an empire, sending souls to hell. I’ve tasted light and darkness, and I must confess: Black tastes better. Fuck, justice, I’ll rather play God. Answer that prayer with a knife and a coffin. The weak depend on faith. The strong make their fate. And in this moment, staring at Kendrick’s turbulent eyes, I relive all the sins of my life: from losing my virginity to fucking Bunny more times than my heartbeat—I realize that vengeance is sweeter than sex.

I can. Revenge will be mine.

I lifted my head, blood in my mouth, stars in my eyes. “I’m coming back,” I whispered. For my title. For my vengeance. For her.

Mark's chanting was passionate and I could hear the conviction in his voice. Still adrenalized from the fight and I'm sure feeling as if he had done the right thing; after all our beliefs were all based on Lex Talionis the law of retaliation, my brother was emanating pure power it all but filled the room. I felt my skin break into goose bumps as he raised his muscular arms higher his hands hooked into claws and continued; "God of our flesh God of our minds God of our innermost will."

(“So, dad, I don't care if I have to burn the whole city down or start a war. I shall get my revenge on El Feroz.” “Non riposerò finché non avrò il suo sangue sulle mie mani, Finché non lo farò soffrire come ha fatto soffrire me e la mia famiglia. Quindi, padre, per favore, non mi dire di non vendicarmi.” (“I won’t rest until I have his blood on my hands. Until I make him feel the pain he caused me and my family. So father, please don’t tell me not to take my revenge.”) Vincenzo vowed, his fist clenching at his side. “Figlio mio (My son)—” Vincenzo’s father started, but the words were cut off by a sudden, dry cough that wracked his entire body.

Were like a stone thrown upon a frozen lake, sending ripples through the council of elders. Another elder, younger-looking, with jet-black hair contrasting his white robes, nodded in agreement. “Lady Anya speaks the truth,” he said, his tone carrying a long-suppressed fervor. “For centuries we’ve hidden here, nursing the humiliation of the past. If Brahma Angkara truly stands behind this, then this youth’s arrival is no curse. it’s our chance for vengeance!” But Valerius swiftly extinguished the spark of rebellion with a single cold glance. “Vengeance?” he repeated, a brittle laugh cracking from his lips like shattering ice. “You speak of vengeance. With the help of a child whose soul is sta