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[ IN WHICH SHE CRIES ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —"You lay a hand on her. And you will be dead." No one dares to move. The room falls quiet again. After Sin's threatening voice addresses them, the seven hesitate to make their next move. Anyone can easily tell that they are terrified of the fallen angel that they call the King of Alkhemi. However, one of the seven refuses to be defeated by mere threats, so he steps forward — Luca steps forward. The spirit of arrogance is evident in his actions as he walks to the center. “Oh, come on. Do not be pathetic pussies.” Luca curses, violently. "I did not agree to team up with a bunch of scared cats, okay?" He rolls his eyes, dramatically. "You have no reason to fear this man." He tells his siblings. "He is incapable of causing you pain. He simply cannot do anything for we have eyes on his greatest weakness. Once we have Nobi in the palm of our hands, he will have no choice but to surrender at our feet. And then, we will attain the power we have a
[ IN WHICH HE LEARNS SOMETHING SHOCKING ] SIN'S POV— Happiness. That word is unfamiliar to me. I would be lying if I said it was familiar. I have never been given the chance to be happy. I am not even sure what true happiness feels like. Whenever I start to familiarize myself with the term, happiness, the dark forces that lurk around my Kingdom would arise and ruin that happiness. And my happiness is My Queen— Queen November. And as expected, the dark forces in my Kingdom have risen up to attack. They are trying to ruin my happiness by trying to end her life. My heart thumps hard in my chest as I hear her moan in pain. I hold her tightly in my arms. The need to protect her is stronger than ever. I exited the Land of Avsky immediately. Now, I am heading towards the Grand Alkhemi. And the closer I get, the more she squirms in my arms, but I do not let her go. I hold her to my chest as I fly fast through the air. From my height above the ground, I see several guards surroundin
[ IN WHICH HE IS TROUBLED ] SIN'S P.O.V — He should know better than to show his face here. With a tightened jaw, I pull my eyes away from the man by the door to peer at Jacqueline. "What are you standing there for? Go now and search for Lake!" I command. "You will not find the sorcerer." Greed counters. "What have you done with him?" He chuckles humorlessly at my question. "What makes you think that I did something?" I am too furious to give replies to his silly questions that are useless in this situation. I turn to Jacqueline. "Find Lake." She is about to move, but Greed —who is stood by the door— blocks the way. He enters into the room, occupying more space with his body size and blocking the exit in the process. He whines. "Oh, please. There is no need for the sorcerer." He waves his hands, nonchalantly. "I am all you will need. I have the answers you search for." "How dare you show your face here?" I march forward as an automatic response to the sound of his irritable
[ IN WHICH HE FACES A TERRIBLE DILEMMA ] SIN'S P.O.V—“What are we still waiting for?” Greed turns his head around. “She has very few minutes left to live, we can't afford to waste any more time. We have to start preparing gifts, because we definitely cannot go into Lucian City empty handed. We have the intentions of begging the Lycan King for his blood, so where are the gifts? Come on. Get moving. The sooner we get this done, the sooner it will all be over." Greed's voice is enthusiastic much to my distaste. A sigh comes from Jacqueline's direction before she says, “I can't do this.” After that, she hurries out of the room. Jacqueline falls apart the second she exits the room. I can hear her whimpers as she cries hard. I also hear the heavy sounds of her footsteps as she pushes her legs to move faster down the halls. But the further she gets, the louder her cries are. I rarely see Jacqueline cry. The first time I had seen her tears was when she had first arrived into the afterlif
[ IN WHICH HE IS CALM ] SIN'S POV — The journey to Lucian City is everything but calm. I have chosen fifteen warriors to accompany me, and five to accompany the Queen's body towards the Kingdom of the Werewolves. A total of twenty warriors travel alongside me, on horses, and amongst them is Atlas, Eirene and of course, the one I still cannot fully trust— Greed. Jacqueline had refused to come with us, and I chose to respect her decision. Lake is still nowhere to be found. There is something fishy about his disappearance, and my divine instincts tell me that the seven deadly sins have something to do with his disappearance. I will be watchful incase Greed stabs me in the back. I will not let anything spiral out of my control. I am the King — it is my responsibility to keep the people of my Kingdom safe, and to keep my Queen safe also. As we get closer to Lucian City, my servants grow uneasy. No one is calm. However, there is one person that is not as anxious as the rest, and tha
[ IN WHICH HE IS CALM… BUT NOT QUITE ] SIN'S P.O.V— “She will become mine once she takes my blood. And only mine. She will no longer be yours.” His words send a wave of shock through my body. And it is not just me who feels this way after his words are said. Everyone around me grows quiet as the atmosphere grows cold. I am hoping I have failed to hear him correctly, because I cannot meet with his conditions… I will never meet with those foolish and moronic conditions. If Rome wants to have her, it will have to be over my dead body, and I doubt I will be dying anytime soon. So, Rome will never in a million years have her. She is mine. Forever. “So, do you want to save her or not?” Rome asks, folding his arms. I do not respond. In the quiet of his Castle, I stand before him, mimicking the silence of the atmosphere. I stand there, unmoving, with my eyes on him. I am taking this moment of silence to carefully ponder over my possible actions before I act. If I react to what he has s
[ IN WHICH HE LASHES OUT IN ANGER ] SIN'S P.O.V— I have never been the violent kind. And truthfully, I do not like violence. It brings along with it negative emotions that I fight hard to retract myself from afterwards. In simpler words, violence awakens parts of me that I do not like to reveal; parts of me that I would rather keep hidden and buried beneath the earth's crust, never to see the light of day.When I made the decision to enter into Lucian City for Rome's blood to save November, I had no intentions of violence. But there is something so distasteful and angering about this Lycan that irks me from the depths of my soul. This could be because of the things he has done in the past; maybe that is why I have this unexplainable urge to rip his throat out every time I see him. During our conversations from a minute ago, I tried to stay calm and collected. Each time he opened his mouth, I would get infuriated, but I always controlled myself. But then, it got to a part when I c
[ IN WHICH HE BENEFITS FROM LASHING OUT ]SIN'S P.O.V —I forcefully slap my fist into his neck, causing him to fall to his knees. The other werewolves halt as they see this. If I can bring their King to his knees, who is to say that I cannot finish them off with one flip of my finger. They must have truly forgotten that I created everything that roams the Kingdom —every single thing that has breathe and life, I created it all. They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King.Rome spits out blood.My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure. I get distracted by his blood that I fail to catch his next move. Abled by his werewolf abilities, he rises up from the ground and rams into me. He knocks me over and I end up at his feet. But obvious