Primordial Sin System



Chapter 367-???

She was supposed to undergo only six lives of tribulation, where she would live a normal life in six lifetimes and experience all the emotions of being mortal. However, she didn't expect that the Demon King of Lust, or as she called her, the Demon Queen of Lust, would be so hateful and interrupt her trial.

While she was in the process of entering the Immortal Plane, the Demon Queen interrupted her and injured her incarnation. Not only that, but she also placed a Demonic Flower to suppress her, making her trial much harder and causing it to evolve into a Love Tribulation.

She remained locked by the demonic flower for hundreds of thousands of years, and she lost track of how long she had slumbered there. For gods like her, who were immortal, the passage of time felt like a mere blink of an eye. She and Aurora both entered the trial at the same time, and her competitive nature drove her to hope that she would finish faster than her rival.

"Hmm, this goddess will settle the score later with that Demoness Lilith," she muttered, her determination clear.

"And that Dave, he should have already forgotten about me, but why do I feel sadness and reluctance?"

"He also has some demonic bloodline, and it's ironic that this Goddess is the enemies of all demons has become his partner."

She murmured, conflicted about her feelings when she witnessed the dedication of the young man. Even though they both lost their memories, fate always seemed to bring them together. He had always found her, regardless of the circumstances. He remained by her side, even when she felt nearly useless, and he would sacrifice himself to protect her.

She had endangered his life by making him her partner in the trial, so she sent her law of light to him as payment. Despite that, she still felt lost in her emotions.

Standing up, she checked her entire domain and sighed in relief that nothing bad had happened in her absence. The faith of her church had accumulated even higher than before, a testament to the devotion of her followers

............

In the Demon Realm.

The air is thick with an ominous aura, and an eerie silence permeates the surroundings. Sinister statues of mythical creatures line the path leading to the citadel's entrance, their stone gazes seemingly watching

The architecture of the citadel exudes a chilling beauty, with its towering spires that seem to reach for the night sky. The walls are adorned with intricate, blackened carvings that depict scenes of wickedness and despair.

Within the citadel, a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors and chambers unfolds, each one bearing the mark of darkness and wickedness. Sinister torches cast flickering shadows on the walls, and eerie whispers seem to echo in the distance, filling the air with an unsettling ambience.

In the depths of the infernal realm, amidst the fiery landscapes and swirling mists, there exists a mesmerizing figure that commands both desire and dread. Demon Queen Lilith, the embodiment of temptation and allure, stands as one of the seven rulers of the demon realm, a seductive enigma veiled in darkness.

With her enchanting presence, Lilith embodies beauty beyond human comprehension. Her alabaster skin seems to radiate an alluring glow, captivating those who dare to gaze upon her. Her raven-black hair cascades like midnight waves, falling gracefully over her supple shoulders, drawing attention to her neck, which bears a tantalizing, intricate tattoo of a serpent coiled in sensual elegance.

Lilith's eyes are the deepest shade of amethyst, sparkling with an enigmatic magnetism that draws souls into an abyss of desire. They hold a hypnotic allure, luring even the strongest of wills to their depths. Her full, crimson lips curve into a beguiling smile that can both tempt and intimidate, hinting at the power she holds over those who fall under her spell.

Clad in an attire that blends elegance and provocation, Lilith dons a revealing, form-fitting gown crafted from the finest abyssal silks. The garment seems to shift and shimmer with an ethereal grace, accentuating her every movement. Adorned with intricate patterns and jewels that catch the dim infernal light, her attire embodies her status as a sovereign of the dark realm.

Amidst the demon realm, Lilith's throne stands as a symbol of her dominion. Crafted from the bones of fallen adversaries, the obsidian structure exudes both elegance and menace. Crimson silken drapes cascade around her seat, hinting at the hedonistic delights and secrets that dwell within her court.

She possessed an irresistible allure that could make any man desire to conquer her, but her aura was so strong that people near her struggled to breathe properly. As she appeared to be sleeping, she suddenly woke up.

"Hmm, that bitch is finally back. As expected, I cannot trust that demonic flower," she muttered with a mix of anger and determination.

She then looked at her subordinates and commanded, "Eradicate the race of that Demonic Flower."

As soon as she said that, the powerful demons nodded and disappeared from the place in an instant, their mission clear and swift.

"Hmm, that man was hateful, but he was the most handsome man I have ever seen. I suddenly feel excited hehe. Oh no, I'm blushing," she giggled, unable to contain her emotions.

In her presence, danger and desire intertwined, creating a bewitching and enigmatic persona that both awed and frightened those who dared to cross her path.

.........….

In a secluded and serene corner of a mystical realm, there resides the legendary Sword Goddess, a vision of breathtaking beauty and unmatched grace. With her golden hair cascading like radiant sunbeams and her eyes gleaming like pools of molten gold, she possesses an otherworldly allure that captivates all who behold her.

Seated upon a rock, the Sword Goddess is surrounded by an awe-inspiring spectacle. Thousands of swords, each one unique in design and craftsmanship, hang suspended in the air around her as if paying homage to her divine presence. Their blades glisten with a silvery sheen, reflecting the light of her aura like a celestial dance.

Her regal posture exudes an air of calmness and tranquility, and yet there is an undeniable power that emanates from her very being. Despite the countless weapons surrounding her, there is an air of harmony and balance, as if she commands not just the swords, but the essence of the blades themselves.

As she gazes upon the array of swords, her serene countenance belies the profound wisdom she holds. The Swords Goddess possesses an intimate understanding of the art of combat and the deep spiritual connection with these blades. Each sword represents a story, a journey, and a purpose,.

The aura of calmness she exudes envelops the area like a gentle breeze, soothing the restless souls of warriors and seekers who come seeking her guidance. It is said that in her presence, the weight of burdens and worries lifts, and peace washes over even the most tormented hearts.

Her attire, simple and yet elegant, mirrors her connection to the swords. A robe of flowing white fabric drapes gracefully around her form, adorned only by a golden sash that cinches her waist. The ensemble seems to shimmer with a hint of ethereal light, mirroring the magnificence of her being.

As the Sword Goddess sits in quiet contemplation, her hands rest gently upon her knees, emanating an air of poise and strength.

Her looks were on par and even better than the Goddess Of Light, but she appeared calmer, as if nothing could change her emotions. She stood at the same height as Sunshine, gazing at a distant place and sighing as if a sense of longing filled her heart. Despite this, she quickly composed herself, steadying her mind.

"I need to reach that level so I don't need distractions. I should calm down," she muttered, determined to focus on her goals.

With a determined look in her eyes, she turned her gaze towards the direction of Sunshine's domain and felt her aura. It became evident that Sunshine had also awakened from her slumber.

"I should visit her," she decided.

In one swift motion, she stood up, and with a wave of her hand, she summoned her sword. Using its power, she instantly disappeared from her current location, tearing through the fabric of reality to traverse the void and reach the Goddess of Light domain.