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Lisa x fem reader || Devine Sin ||

|| Devine Sin ||

(Warning: Rated M)

» If you're not comfortable reading this, please proceed to the next chapter.

You have been warned.

P.S. : I didn't intended to offend anyone who knows the words and what the sentences means in deep Biblical English. I just did a little research and that, my friend, is the result. So I made a translation if you didn't quite understand my shit. Oops, blasphemy. Enjoy.

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"Thee may therefore prove me as to be thy sin,"  (You may use me to be your sin) A whisper of an undertone voice that caused the erect hairs on the bod of the bright chaste angel whilst fear instantly crossed her face.

An atrocious yet nubile looking blonde simply insinuated herself over to claim her wage. Her defining characteristic told the angel everything she needs to know. The angel's out on a limb.

A sense of foreboding pumps all over the veins of the angel amidst the vomiting of a few 'No' and 'Lord God, my dear Savior of ought' for her self necessity. Whereas the fiendish edging demeanour threatening her pureness and flickering her vision of light.

The blonde virago barely even care that she can read the racing thoughts of the maiden. She rather liked the reaction she got; It gave her the fuel she needs, "There is now therefore no condemnation to ought thing I list." (There's nothing to condemn me for anything I want) Walking closely before her as she drawled her words in the process.

An arrogant but mischievous curve crawl It's way on her mouth,"Thou art under my mercy, bondsman," (You are under my mercy, slave) The eyes of the angel grew wide as the compelling desire of the blonde had prompted an undesirable feeling inside.

Yet the angel vigorously disclaimed, "No! I'm under His wings to seek refuge!"

Her futile disclaimer were nothing against the blonde that had turned a deaf ear to prolong her proposed intention.

"Thee can be my peculiar meat, Thou art meet my ought list, I peradventure," (You can be my special meal, you are suited for any of my desires, I suppose) The vast amount of It's willful disobedience for submission had the blonde feel the unrestrained desire for the angel much more.

The angel shook her head hastily which makes the latter let out an amused chortle, "Oh, hearken, angel. Thou, therefore, waxed a graven part in the conversation. Whereas aforetime whence, has not chided my own usury," (Oh, listen, angel. You have carved a deal for your lifestyle. Because in the past for some reason, did not contented me.)

In a trice, the blonde had the latter's trembling chin on her fingers, "My, my, bondsman. Thou shan't tempt to bewrayeth me by removing ought thing privily," (My, my, slave, you shall not try to betray me by doing anything privately) She whispered dangerously close across the angel's twisted expression.

"Wroth thy master for me to sorely deflower thee." (Anger your master and I will greatly deflower you) She spoke deliberately whilst the latter almost keeled over by her weakened limbs. The angel tightly shut her eyes and had a bash at praying with all her might.

Upon hearing nothing but silence, her eyes opened warily and noticed she was nowhere near the recent place she had been. It's completely the opposite from a few minutes ago.

Cautiously roaming her eyes around the empty church, she spotted her. Fear dawned all over her and her eyes shows It all.

Chuckling, the blonde virago flicked an eye open before raising up to her feet from her quite slumber.