Romans & histoires Evil Nun

Now he was back, hiding in Black Claws territory. Lira’s voice shook slightly, the only crack in her armor. “We need to get him, whether alive or dead. He needs to pay for everything that he—” She didn’t need to finish. Everyone knew. The Ripper had killed her father, Elder Voss, first—ripping out his throat and carving his accusations into the flesh. Voss’s death had been the catalyst for Lira’s rise: respected enough to break centuries of tradition, she became the first and only female elder in Black Claws history.

They smile back at me, but seriousness quickly takes over. - What pushed you to the extreme?" continues Dereck. - What she did to Eva was immoral. Because of it, Eva had to return to the Goddess, she used her last strength to pass on her baby to Thea. What she was trying to do to Mathis was just as immoral, and she wanted to destroy our family," I explain, wiping away a tear that escaped my eye as I think back to all the memories Eva flashed in my head during our fleeting merger. Someone knocks on the door, and Dereck gets up to open it.

Kaela was beside her, the amulet still hanging from her neck, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Evelyn, daughter of Lilith.” recited one of the Council members, a white-haired man with a wrinkled face, his voice solemn. “You are accused of conspiring with a renegade incubus, of bonding with him without the Council’s authorization, and of representing a threat to the order of the underworld. How do you plead?” “Go to hell.” Evelyn replied, her voice firm, although I could feel the fear pulsing through the bond. “Hell is where you’re going.” Kaela retorted. “Guilty. The sentence is death.”

"The Lord Lavigne, stupid enough to give me the kind of freedom I don't even need. The only kind of freedom that I need is the only kind of freedom you don't want to offer. What's the use?" "Enough." I was taken aback by his strange cold and serious voice. "You think everything you say should be followed? You think you're always right? You never wanted to be taught, nor be in someone's subjection. You act so mighty and righteous that you think everyone's inferior. Seriously, how perfect can you be?" "Oh!" I gave a genuine laugh. I turned my back and mindlessly jumped on my bed. "I can't be perfect, especially that marrying you have already made the devils laugh."

“She made her stand naked in the room after bathing her with freezing water.” Evie’s mother had been totally horrified upon hearing that. When Evie asked her why the girl’s mother was mean to her daughter, her mother said that there were some people who were born with a sick heart and mind, and were evil to the core. The girl’s mother was very sick. To console her, Evie’s mom said that evil people would get their just desserts and taste the same or worse kind of pain they inflicted on others when heaven punished them.

"Oh, you have it all wrong, mother dearest. The devil never possessed me. I simply let the him fuck me instead. And it will be you who will be rotting in hell for your sinister acts." "You're a filthy whore. I should have given you away the second you were born. You did this to me. You are to blame for all the evil things I had to do. You should have died instead of my perfect Eve." A dark chuckle erupted from Lucifer as he leaned forward on his throne. His crimson eyes glowed as he looked down at the waste of space before us.

And Evan laughed out at this as they entered the room filled with sick scent of blood, sweat and piss. “Mama Mia! No. Finally, I got my compagno back. Finally…” Evan cheered before throwing the gun at Viso who caught it in his hand before looking at the ugly vulture tied to the chair, beaten up nastily. “I thought my compagno would lose this game, his temptation would suppress his Bonkerhood.” Evan grinned while looking at the victim's fearful eyes who was seeing the Bonkers. He knew his ultimate death was standing in front of him.

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

"Isn't it frustrating? You can save so many people, but now you're locked here by me, unable to move." Cloudwalker shook his head slightly. "I won't let you succeed." "That's not up to you." Mystic Vale looked up at him. "Actually, I never planned to kill you. I want to devour your primal Zen source to deepen my own power." Cloudwalker frowned. "You want to become an evil cultivator?" An evil cultivator is equivalent to the Heaven Spirit Phase, both at the same level. By embracing evil, their strength increases several times, even surpassing the Heaven Spirit Phase.

“Traps triggered by a curse. It’s a simple spell that is often used to keep people out. It collapses a tunnel or building and the enemy won’t be leaving.” “You’re serious, what the hell?” “I tried to tell you; you were out of your element. These guys think like monsters, not humans. They may never have been human, so why would they have human values? Their skill sets are outside of anything you have ever encountered. They don’t see themselves as murderers because they aren’t killing their own. They don’t feel any guilt because they just don’t care. How can you or your men believe you’re prepared to handle this?” In the darkness, Ian rethought his ideas and assumptions of what she’d been sayi