Sweet Sin - S01 E77

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Sweet Sin - S01 E77

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 77

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Jude’s voice made Migos and Yalda’s head twist back from where they stood. Others might not hear it cos of the pounding choreographers music, but they’re more sensitive.

They rushed over, concern etched in their eyes.

“Wrath, you good?” Yalda asked respectfully, taking away the intestine hanging around her shoulder.

“Rose, is everything ok?” Migos added, expecting a reply.

Instead, Tobias stood there, staring at the broken laptop pieces on the floor, eyes seeming to get darker than his dark brows. He’s writhing.

“Wrath!” Yalda repeated.

Tobias stormed out of the room, leaving them more confused.

Tobias would never get mad to the point of smashing things. When he gets mad, he kills people and soaks his hands with blood to calm.

This is a new side.

“What happened?” Yalda faced Jude.

“I can’t say,” Jude drew a breath.

“What the fûck do you mean you can’t say!” Migos went for him, knotting his hand around his collar swiftly. “You were right here with him! You saw everything, bastard!”

“Your hotheaded nature is interesting, Migos. Did anyone tell you that before? You look uglier.” Jude muttered with intentional meanness which met Migos cold.

But not cold enough to hold him down, cos in a breathe, his fist flew to Jude’s jaw, crashing there.

“Damn, Migos!” Yalda got between them fast, pushing Migos on the arm. “Calm the eff down, damn!”

Jude wiped his bloody lips, glaring hatefully at Migos.

“Junkboy,” Migos husked. “I’ll kill you, and shower with your blood.”

He left the room too, going through the same door Tobias left through.

“You ok?” Yalda asked Jude.

Jude wiped his bloody lips again, tasting thick metal.

“Yeah…” He drawled.

“You really need to stay off Migos’s way,” Yalda advised. “He doesn’t like anyone who’s not Wrath. You don’t notice that none of the Odds talk to him? That’s because they know his temper. He can only bicker with me cos he knows I don’t give a fûck.”

“Well, I don’t give a fûck too.” Jude claimed. “I wanna stay off his business, but you saw how he grabbed me collar first.”

“Understandable,” Yalda nodded. “Just hope Wrath is fine.”

“He saw Seraphina and Dean cozying up on the laptop.” Jude confessed.

“Wait…” Yalda blinked twice, then she looked forward and grinned. “This is new. Very new. I mean…he dislikes when his bitçhes get close to another male, but none of them drove him to ruin a laptop before. Damn, that laptop is new and exclusive.”

“Isn’t everything about him luxurious and exclusive?” Jude chuckled. “But why butterflies?” He asked. “Why is the insignia of the cult butterflies?”

“Because,” Yalda started. “those were his companions before he established this cult.” She sighed. “As a youngster with zero attention, he used to play with butterflies and spiders.”

“Of course,” Jude nodded. “Nothing about him is coincidental.”

“Yup,” Yalda shrugged, looking around the still-active room of Odds. “We haven’t even gotten to the most interesting part of the night, and Wrath is already pissed?”

“Killing a Valhalla Serpent brutally isn’t the most interesting part? There’s still more?” Jude’s brow rose.

“You’d be surprised,” Yalda smiled.

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[Dean’s Estate]

Seraphina dug into the plate of pasta, forking it up and bringing the portion to Dean’s waiting lips.

Dean who has been staring at her refused to open his mouth.

“Any problem?” Seraphina asked with a slight lip bite.

Dean’s attention went to her lips immediately as if under a mojo. He stared deeply at how her bottom lip got trapped between her teeth, and the way she slowly released it wet.

“Dean?” Seraphina called.

His hand wrapped on the table knife handle, taking it. He pushed Seraphina off his laps, trapped her body with the table before placing the knife precisely on her throat.

Seraphina’s breaths didn’t even hitch. She kept herself steady on that table, looking at him eyeball to eyeball.

Also, a little seductive smile is on her lips, and she took the opportunity to push out her chest and separate her thighs, tilting her head.

“Now, you’re reminding me of our wedding night. You hurt me with a knife that night, remember?” She used a low voice intentionally.

“Did he send you? My brother?” Dean pressed the knife closer to her skin, nearly cutting in. “Did he send you to get to me? Cos tell me why just yesterday, you were all Sweet Father and shit with his bodily kisses. He threatened and hurt me in my own house, but today you’re suddenly interested in stabilizing our marriage? What are you after?”

“You abused me on the night of our marriage, so I ran to your brother for help, and he agreed…” Seraphina leaned closer to the knife, but before it could cut her, Dean reduced his pressure on the handle.

“He agreed to help if I gave him my body after everything, but just this morning, he snatched the land in my ownership away without a reason. He ended our deal after he found out that I wasn’t a virgin. He wanted a virgin, no idea why.” She added.

“So why did he tell me on the phone the other night that he was between your legs, eating you!” Dean demanded, lowering the knife.

“He’s your brother, goddamn!” Seraphina straightened, pissed. “You don’t know how tricky and corny he can be just to see you lose your cool? I’ve never been eaten out.”

“But—” Dean opened his mouth again, ready for another statement.

“No no no!” Seraphina raised her finger at his face. “You’re obviously not interested, keep it up with Kelly.”

She pushed the chair out of her way and left the dinning.

Dean dropped the knife on the floor and hastened over to her, catching up with two wide steps.

From behind, he hugged her tight, making her stop.

“He influences everyone who gets close to him, so you can’t blame me for being skeptical.” He mumbled.

Seraphina released a soundless sigh before turning around to face him. She held his face in the middle of her palms, looking into his eyes.

He looks nothing like Tobias. The blue eyes might be striking, and the hair might be sleek, but that’s where it ends. Tobias’s face mogs this one.

“We can start by going on the dates we never went for.” She said.

“Seraphina,” Dean’s face fell. “Sorry for what I did on our wedding night. I’m sorry about Kelly, sorry about not speaking out for you in public or supporting your craft. I’m fuckin—”

“Shhh,” She placed a finger on his lips, smiling a bit. “Baby steps. Bit by bit. Take it slow, ok?”

“Ok.” He smiled back, taking her hand. “Back to dinner?”

“Of course,” she jumped. Her chest bounce..

Dean peeked at the two pretties as they walked back to the dinning.

They sat face-to-face, resuming the dinner with smiles.

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[Tobias’s Oddsion]

Exterior lights are off, but the interior lights are all on in their golden glory. The single lights, clustered bulbs, and chandeliers. They’re all in the gold shade, no fluorescent or other colors.

The golden splash of lights created a mysterious hue on the black walls as they grinded the floor-to-ceiling.

The Oddsion is so big it takes minutes to walk from one part to another.

When Saint entered at 10pm, he looked entranced again. He has only entered this house twice cos Tobias was rarely here, and those two times happened several years ago.

Now, it feels like he’s just entering for the first time again.

He stood under the entrance chandelier for a whole three minutes with his eyes closed, basking in the glory of the golden black.

“Fûck, how much I missed this place!” He breathed it in like a lovesick puppy before proceeding.

He walked around for close to half an hour, going over wide staircases and glass lifts, resting over the railings and touching the details of the decor.

“No one has ever designed a house this hard in the world, I’mma die on this hill.” He smiled to himself when he arrived at the resting mantle which is built like a grave.

He slept on it and pressed the relax button. The mantle rolled down, and a cover came over it, sealing him in like a real grave while pore-calming fog filled the insides, making him feel alive and relaxed.

This is his best feature in this house.

He was in there for five minutes before getting out, visiting few other rooms before he arrived at the kitchen where he opened everything he saw, but nothing is in.

“Can he ever change? Nothing in the kitchen? What did he even build the kitchen for? Darn, I’m hungry.” He complained, opening the freezer.

It’s stacked with butterflies.

He quickly closed it before any of them could get out.

“He’s too weird…” He turned to leave the kitchen, only to find an Odd rooted behind him.

“What the hell is on your face?” He held his chest, staring at the painted face of the cultist.

The Odd said nothing.

“Fine,” Saint sighed. “Where the hell is my brother?”

“He’s in Halazia.” The Odd replied, and Saint went for the door.

“You’re aware he’s not to be disturbed when he’s in there,” the Odd said.

Saint looked back, scowling.

“Dude, I don’t care about shit.”

With that, he left the kitchen and made his way to the Halazia.

Halazia is one of the top rooms, he had to use the lift.

Getting to the cobblestoned soundproof corridor that led to the room, he met more Odds by the door, including Migos and Yalda.

Saint didn’t talk to any of them. He went for the Halazia door straight.

Migos was the first to step in and block him. “Rose doesn’t like anyone interrupting his alone time.”

“Now I have to repeat myself that I don’t care about that? I wanna see him.” Saint glared.

“We were given strict orders, Saint.” Yalda said behind. “Not even a fly is allowed inside right now.”

“Yo, you know my name.” Saint went closer with a chuckle.

“Of course I do.” Yalda smiled.

“So…I need to go in. I have too much to discuss with him!” Saint yelled.

“Order is order,” Migos replied from the front. “You’re not allowed inside.”

“Stop talking!” Saint snapped. “I already don’t like your face or your damn voice!” He rolled eyes.

“I—”

Migos wanted to say something offensive too, but Yalda quickly nudged him cautiously.

“He’s Wrath’s little brother, stop. You want a spot at Graves Memorial Estates?” She gritted.

Migos scoffed, dissatisfied that he can’t say what’s on his mind.

Yalda got the wall telephone in front of the room and called the inside.

“Sorry to interrupt your AT, but Saint is here.” She reported.

She nodded when she got her answer, then she dropped the telephone.

“You’re to go wait at the dinning.” She told Saint.

“Dinning without food?” Saint made faces. “Are you shitting me?”

“I’ll send an Odd to fix something for you.” Yalda promised.

“Good. Make it garnished noodles but with raw carrots and onions.” Saint threw his hand around before leaving with one of the Odds.

“Raw carrots and onions like a damn rat.” Migos hissed out.

“Now don’t act like it’s the first time you heard about his weird eating habits and food choices.” Yalda glared at him before repositioning her gun on her waist. “And by the way, Wrath crashed the laptop cos he saw Seraphina cozying up with Dean.”

“Tell me another lie,” Migos scoffed.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe, cockface.” Yalda turned her back.

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