[ IN WHICH SHE HEARS THE UGLY TRUTH ] The space between my brows furrow. “What do you mean? What is this? How is this possible?” I shake my head as the questions fly out of my mouth. It is all so confusing that my head starts to hurt, trying to absorb his words. “I am being honest with you,” Sin calmly says. I sit up, propping my elbows on the bed. “Seven deadly sins.” My eyes slowly move towards them. With so much curiosity and uncertainty in my brown eyes, I assess them and every slight movements they make. While watching them, I realize they all have one thing in common, and that is beauty. Beauty that has never been seen by humankind. I guess Jacqueline still stands correct when she said: "Why do you think the most beautiful people have the most wicked hearts?" Asides from this, there's another physical trait that ties them together; they are all tall with perfect bodies, and symmetrical faces. The same way Sin appears in the mere human eye. But one of the seven looks a little
[ IN WHICH SHE IS BITTER ] Every story has a protagonist, and also an antagonist— whom everyone refers to as the villain. However, in my story, I am unsure who holds the position of the protagonist and the antagonist. Even those that are expected to hold it, seem like they don't deserve it. I may be the heroine; the chief female character, since this is the story of my life, but I am not entirely sure about being a heroine. Because what sort of heroine has this much bad luck? What sort of heroine gets deceived and betrayed by her loved ones? What sort of heroine has people shooting arrows into her back? What sort of heroine is never able to obtain true happiness? It feels like I am living in a dark, fairy tale written by someone who absolutely hates me. It feels like I live in the shadows of the queens who have existed before me. I am defined by their good qualities, bad characters and doomed fate. It seems I will never have my own life and my own fate. And the man who I thought wa
[ IN WHICH SHE IS A DEADLY SIN ] My fingers sting afterwards. My heart breaks after what I have done.This is the third time I am raising a hand against Sin, my betrothed. The first time was a sword, the second a slap, and now the third is the same as the second. A slap isn't more hurtful than a sword, but it feels like I have destroyed him at this moment. I guess it hurts more, because I keep hurting him over and over again. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back, but physically.And that is not what love is.Love isn't defined by violence, or hate, neither is it defined by secrets.What Sin and I have... can it be called love?Because this is toxic; a toxic love. We always end up hurting each other. We are both toxic for the other. My heart grows heavy, and my breathing becomes ragged as I watch the pain on Sin's face. I can feel his pain. His pain is just as strong as the first time I had stabbed him in the chest back at the Palace. It hurts even more to know that I have done
[ IN WHICH SHE LEARNS MORE ] "You are still the same. A Queen and more." His words pull a wide smile onto my face. As he says this, I suddenly feel calmer and most importantly, I feel complete. It is like the missing pieces in my puzzle have finally began to fill up now. I feel whole. I have connected with my true and former self. This was what I had been missing all along. This was why I always felt lost and confused. There were secrets about myself that were kept from me. And now that I have reunited with those secrets, I feel reassured. Like I truly know who I am. Sin continues to speak. "Though, you may appear differently, physically, you are still the same Queen I fell for." I open my mouth to ask my first question in the last ten minutes. "Different physically? What was she like?" He smirks, tightening his arm around my shoulder. "You mean to ask — what you were like in the past?" I give him a look. "Sure." Sin giggles softly, but it doesn't quite reach the heart. We are
[ IN WHICH SHE SENSES A WAR ]“What?” I grow cold when he says this. My bones chill. "Is this the truth?" Sin's jaw clenches. He cannot speak about this, and from the look on his contorted face, I can tell that he hates being reminded of the hurtful moments that haunt him and make his heart ache in his chest. "And..." Sin manages to continue. "Driving that sword through you... that is a guilt I will live with for a lifetime. I deserve to be killed for doing that. I should have found another way you save you. Death could not have been the only way." Flabbergasted, and utterly confused, my eyes drop to the floor as I lean off Sin's body. I am not sure how to respond to all that Sin has told me. I am not sure what it is even— the truth, that's what it is, but it is too much.Reality dawns on me. Rome, the Lycan King had been the antagonist all along? The man I craved for... he isn't who I thought he was? He had been pretentious all this time. He successfully turned me against Sin, i
[ IN WHICH THERE IS WAR AND DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —There is something else you should know: I die at the end. Just like any other human being, I die. But there is something else that I'm not proud to say, and it is that; my lover is the reason I die. He killed me. All things that have life will eventually wither away — that is the fundamental truth of life. We will all wither away and die sometime in the future. After we have fought the wars, faced the trials and tribulations, overcome the challenges, we all will die at the end. After pushing through the hurdles of our youth and adulthood, after trying our hardest to stay alive and survive till the next day, we will all still die at the end. This just tells us that all is vanity. And that Death is inevitable. But, here is the thing about dying — some die earlier than others. Of course, I am mortal. It is destiny to die at the end. I just wasn't supposed to die this early. I had many years ahead of me to live. I had many y
[ IN WHICH SHE RECEIVES THREATS ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —There is tension in the abandoned building. And the tension is as thick as the walls. Along with this tension, comes an irritable silence.I gulp. The sound as I swallow is loud between my ears. The room has been frozen for a long time now, and something tells me that it is going to continue in this deafening silence for a little longer. Violent emotions swim round and round the room in circular waves, heating up the place, instantly. I grow uncomfortable as I realize this. There is something dangerously unique about the seven deadly sins. They all have something about them that makes anyone in their presence cower at their feet. That dangerous and deadly aura makes me want to hide from them, crawl myself into a hole and die there.Being in their presence alone does things to my body and mind. Their presence alone messes with my thoughts. I guess this explains why Luca's presence irked me so much back on Earth. I just could not st
[ 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
[SIN’S EULOGY] I am cursed. I have been cursed to never find love. It is a curse placed on me by God to forever live my life in bitterness and loneliness. It is the price I have to pay for waging war against Him and leaving the Heavens behind. I am sorry I dragged you into this mess. I am sorry you had to suffer with me, November. And because of this, I will let you rest. I will not reincarnate you this time. I will not put you through this rivalry and madness again. It is hard to let you go, but I know it is what I need to do. I will let you go. I will let you go, Gwyneth. I will let you go, Faye Donovan. I will let you go, November Starkey. It is time for you to rest. You have been an impeccable Queen over the years. The whole Kingdom thanks you. I just wish those years were longer. You always get taken away from me when I need you the most. Or maybe that is how it was always meant to be. I was meant to never have you. You solved the riddle. Rome’s death was the only way
warning: you may cry.[ IN WHICH SHE DIES ]November’s last p.o.v —Rome’s body trembles beneath the sword. Rome has been stabbed in the heart with his own sword. He died by his own sword, both literally and metaphorically. I watch as he immediately drops to the ground. Veins pop out of his neck, head, and hands as he starts to lose oxygen. Rome’s bloodshot eyes glare angrily at me. I can see him fighting his own death, so I push the sword in deeper so that he can't fight it.This time, I have not been possessed by Faye’s vengeful spirit. This time, it is I, November Starkey that has decided to kill. I kill Rome, because it is what that is needed to be done. This is what I should have done a long time ago.“The Kings have to leave for a purer world.” I say as tears well in my eyes. I do not know why I am weeping at this moment. Well, I guess it would make me a total psycho if I don’t feel any type of pain after killing someone. “You are polluting this world, Rome. Your rivalry with th
[ IN WHICH ROME DIES ]NOVEMBER’S P.O.V —I slam the sword onto the metal bar. The action causes a clanging sound to echo through the Castle.The most important thing that the disturbing sound does is that it causes the Lycan to drop to the ground. Since he is at his highest level of power, it means that his senses are at the highest level as well. He gets triggered by his heightened sense of hearing. Rome’s monstrous voice growls in irritation as his hairy hands clutch his ears. I watch him with teary eyes as he drops to the ground.I don’t stop there.I keep on hitting the metal bar with the steel sword.Sin’s eyes search the room for the source of the sound. Confusion swirls in his grey eyes when he sees me with the sword. His size slowly decreases as his anger turns into confusion. I watch with teary eyes as his wings shrink to normal size.I stop when Rome has attained his normal size as well.Now, he is naked, but I don’t pry my eyes away. It is normal for a wereanimal to have n
[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A DEATHLY DECISION ]… [you have conceived a child. Luca isn’t telling a lie] …Tears form in my eyes. “No.” I stare at Luca’s face which has now assumed the color of his red hair due to the reduction in oxygen. “It can’t be.”“Please, don’t tell me you are in doubt.” He grumbles. “You sleep with a man, without contraceptives and expect to not get pregnant? Come on. It can be. You exhibited all of the signs. The morning sickness. The emotional instability. The nausea and the pain.”Right there on the floor, I start to hyperventilate.My hands start to shake.Am I not too young to carry a child? I would be twenty soon, but right now, I am nineteen years old with a child growing inside of me. What is this? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I did notice that I didn’t get my period while I served as Queen, but I always thought it had something to do with my awakening as Faye Donovan. Faye Donovan is dead. My blood is black which clearly means that I died. Dead people ca
[ IN WHICH SHE LEARNS A SHOCKING TRUTH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I rise from the ground. The air is musky. Dust particles has polluted the air. My throat closes up at the reduction in oxygen and I begin coughing hard. Tears well up in my eyes at the painful action, but soon, my lungs grow accustomed to the dirt in the air. I take in deep breaths before I begin walking. Waving my hands in the air, I try to push the smoke and dust out of the air so I can see, but it is of no use. The dust settles in the air, refusing to leave. Realizing that my efforts are useless, I blindly pave my way through the Castle. I blink several times to get a clear vision of my surroundings. That’s when I see the body of the sorcerer laying half-dead in a corner. “Lake!” I yell as I hurry towards him. I drop to my knees instantly. I pick his body into my arms, shaking him awake. It doesn’t work. Lake continues to lay unconsciously in my arms. His arms fall to his side, limply. There is no blood on his cloth
[ IN WHICH SHE HAS TO SAVE BOTH KINGS ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — In no time, we get to the Castle. However we stop in our tracks when we spot something unsusual — the gates. The gates are always shut and heavily guarded. But not this time. This time it has been left wide open and unguarded. “Seems Sin has already made an entrance.” Lake squats, and when he rises back to his feet, he holds a huge black feather in his hands. It is the feather from Sin’s wings. “We have to get inside now.” I nod. We leave the feather laying there on the ground as we run past the gates. Once we get inside, we spot a crowd of guards gathered at the door. Their voices are louder now that we stand close to them. They’re all speaking in a thousand tongues, so I cannot decipher what it is they are arguing about. But from the looks of it, it seems that they are struggling to get the Castle doors open. “Come on.” I tap Lake on the shoulder, and he follows me. We both run towards the guards surrounding the Cas
[ IN WHICH SHE DEBATES ON THE LYCAN KING’S DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —“Hurry up, Lake!” I scream, not bothering to look behind me. “We need to get there on time.”“Queen November, wait up.”“There's no time, Lake. Let's go!” That's when a hand pulls me back, forcefully. I whip my head around, my curls slapping me in the process. Once I have been forced to a stop, my chest begins to rise and fall as I pant, struggling to breathe. “Why don't we think this through for a minute, huh?” Lake asks me, panting hard as well. We are both tired. We would kill for the opportunity to find shelter and catch our breaths. We have been running through Lucian City, trying our best to get to the Castle as fast as we can. The King had let his wings out and flown over to the Kingdom. He is fast. We are slow. If we waste any more time, Rome might have already been killed by Sin. “There's no time for that, Lake.” I glance in the direction of the Castle. “We need to get to the Castle. He could be killin
[ IN WHICH SHE TALKS ABOUT LYCAN BLOOD ]I feel worse than I did earlier this morning.My hands grip the sheets as I try to reposition myself on it.After my interaction with Luca on the roof, I immediately called on Eirene to help me back to my chambers. I couldn’t walk on my own. I felt dizzy, weak, and felt like throwing up for the second time. Eirene had noticed this and quickly informed the maids. When nothing they could do helped with my fever, they called on Lake. He did all he could to help. His sorcery of healing and medicine helped bring my fever down. But I still feel like something is wrong with me. Something or someone is still swirling within me, and it doesn't feel good.… [there is something wrong with you] …Her voice echoes in the empty room.“Yeah, no shit. You don’t think I know?” I groan in pain as I try to sit up on the bed.… [no, i don’t think you know] …“What are you trying to say, Faye?” I complain.My headache gets worse each time I open my mouth to speak.
[ IN WHICH ROME DECIDES TO SETTLE ] ROME'S P.O.V —“You are here.” I say.There's a ruffling sound behind me, and then, his voice sounds. “It seems you have been expecting me.” “Yes, I have been expecting you for a weeks now. We haven't spoken in a while. I figured you were due for another visitation.” I turn around to face him. When I catch the livid expression on his face, I decide to add, “Also, I could hear your heart beating angrily in your chest from many kilometers away.” Lust has a grim expression as he glares at me. “Good,” he says. “Then you know that I am furious. That I am angry with you.”With a sigh leaving my lips, I straighten my clothes. I do not want to have a conversation with Lust this early in the morning, but knowing how he is, he wouldn't let this slide until I give him my ears. “Don't you think it is too early to be angry?” I say as I turn my back to him, facing the full-length mirror. “And don't you think you shouldn't provoke me?” I move my hands to my