Temptation: The Seven Deadly Sins Vol. 1

TEMPTATION

A Novel

By

BELLA STARZ

Copyright © 2017 by Bella Starz

All rights reserved.

Smashwords Edition

Cover design by Annabelle M. Rocha

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase for your use only, then purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Adults only due to graphic sexual situations.

Get a free story when you sign up for Bella’s mailing list at https://bellastarzbooks.com!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

EPILOGUE

TEMPTATION

Lucifer’s Pride

The Kingdom of Starz

Part 1: The Seven Deadly Sins

Volume 1

PROLOGUE

An Arian cherub fluttered his wings and landed atop the rim of a column at The Creator’s The Great Halls of Justice. The cherub began to play music on his lyre. Citizens of Heaven watched and waited for the sentence to carry out. The accused were guilty. The people of heaven waited upon Cloud Seven’s creamy lawn. The cherub stopped playing.

The trumpets rang, signaling and marking that General Christabella reached a decision. The trumpets’ blaring call could be heard all the way from Cloud Nine, The Creator’s Palace and where the angels’ live. One of the angels of hope, Tiara begun to weep. Tiara had been forbidden to go to the trial as well as the other accused mates. Tiara’s mate, Tzion was found guilty of treason.

Tzion, Finn, Rankin, Narcissi, Constantine, Lix Tetrax and Axel remained silent.

The same ugly thing happened again. They should know better than to fall for Lucifer’s lies.

The guilty marched forward. Citizens of Heaven were banned to look back upon the guilty. The Citizens’ shielded their faces and lowered their heads.

The Southside Gate of Heaven opened. The guilty shuffled toward the outer gates.

Raff ruffled his wings in annoyance, Get back, Shax. Leave this paradise. You’re not welcome in The Kingdom of Heaven.

I’m merely doing my duty to escort them.

The warrior angel’s arms were folded across his massive chest. His fists clenched causing the veins to bulge. Raff pointed out, Why you? The destroyer’s henchman always delivers them to Hell. It’s not the usual protocol. Raff guarded the gate from the trial’s stragglers or the unwanted demons like Shax.

The henchman is not available so I volunteered. Shax shook in hidden excitement, I just stopped by to deliver Tzion and his friends. I needed to pick up a mere token.

Raff’s gut was churning telling him something was out of place.

Something shone behind Shax’s back.

He picked his brass staff from behind his back and he raised it with alarm.

Jax did the same, Give me Christabella’s staff now, you little thief.

Not until I use it. A blinding glow of brilliance shot in the center of the golden staff, causing the warrior angels to shield their eyes.

Jax swirled with ease, striking a blow to protect her majesty’s golden staff.

Shax picked the golden staff lengthwise and struck back. He created a barrier against the warrior angels. The shimmering light shone from every corner of the gate. They held their breath, dreading the evil that was fast approaching.

Time seemed suspended.

It was too simple. The power of evil was never ending.

Lucifer was not finished.

You’re the same, Shax. You’re still stealing. You know you will be reduced to ashes if you’re trying to take General Christabella of Holy Angels’ staff to Hell. It only works in Heaven. It’s magically protected. You should know that by now.

I know the rules very well. I was once Christabella’s loyal bodyguard. I don’t think she won’t mind if I use it. Besides, I’m only going to borrow it, no stealing this time. A sinful laughter mocked The Guardian Angels. He gestured to his group, Come, dark angels. I am your seraph leader. Let us spread havoc in other worlds. Join me.

Jax’s neck clenched, Let me speak for them. They are not going anywhere with you. You’re not Lucifer’s seraph and you’re never going to be a dark seraph. You are just a pretender. A bad one. Give it up. You’re a lowly demons where Hell’s rules. Admit it, you’re a Lucky’s lap dog.

That was harsh, even coming from you, old buddy. On the contrary, Lucky sent me to get them and the staff. I’m wearing Lucky’s black diamond.

Raff glanced up closely to the trinket around his neck. A cheap copy. He was lying as usual. A liar and a thief. Lucifer would never allow to part from his treasured jewel. You’re dreaming, Shax.

Oh no?

They’re going straight to Hell with you and down to The Underworld. Raff knew under all the glamour, Shax was gruesome. Raff saw Shax’s ugly heart inside. Raff was still taken aback whenever he saw the gorgeous angel transformed into a hideous ghastly gray skin, pointy horns and his oily bat-wings of demonic spite.

Shax needed to prove his worth. He wanted to be an archdemon like Satan or Beelzebub. He hungered for recognition of his dark master. That would be the key of his loyalty.

I have news in good authority that The Kingdom of Starz will be under a new management. Lucifer is taking over his brother’s territory. Lucifer and I made a deal. I will be his dark seraph. I’ll rule my new knight demons, The Night Riders. They will go anywhere they please in the Universe in Lucifer’s new reign. They have a different itinerary. Shax struck her staff and he made another entrance in the lunar sky. They’re not going to Hell. They’re going straight to Luna.

Raff and Jax blinked in revelation. You cannot do that!

Watch me. Shax’s lips curved, By the way, say hello to Christabella for me. You know, my old lover. He let out a deep chuckled.

The Southside Gate of Heaven was closing. Shax and his new fallen angels soared into outer space towards the stunningly beautiful Lunatarian System.

The golden staff clanged as Shax dropped it on the floor. The deed was done.

Tzion, Finn, Rankin, Narcissi, Constantine, Lix Tetrax and Axel were freed to make mischief for The Guardians of Luna.

The sins of the dimensions became wildly out of control.

Chaos was returning with a vengeance.

CHAPTER 1

The Chamber of Torture

Two thousand years ago…

Mother Moon was suspended from the corner of the walls to the ceiling to the floor in an X shape. She couldn’t move to reach her hands or her feet. She was hanging up the mid-air. The chains had been wrenched tight. Slashes into her tender flesh inhibited her from getting away. Her body blazed with white fury and hatred. Luminous emotions gave her the power and strength to carry on. Her skin from her ankle carved open. She could feel her blood vessels rupture. She tugged again and again. The pain was agony. She ignored the pain as she was trained to do. She sent out the Venn and the Sacred Spirit to give her the strength and the willpower to break at least one of the chains. One of the bolts loosed up from the stone corner. She yanked and heaved a deep lungful of blistering heat. The stings and twinges of her ankle were unbearable. Finally, one of the chains splintered freely.

Three more to go.

Her mother-in-law would have a field day punishing him if she knew.

Sweat poured from her body, every pore screamed for hydration, but it wasn’t the worst of her torture. She realized she was in Hell because in reality, it was hot as Hell. The sounds of ghastly moans and screams in the eternal night clued her that she was in his inferno. With the constant smell of burning sulfur, the air consumed itself. She was in some kind of chamber, a torture chamber. She was the right stab in the middle of The Chamber of Torture.

It was a frightful dungeon that they live in absolute darkness, far-off from the light of Heaven and The Divine Creator. Locked in a prison, sinister cries of the damned echoed in the chamber. The lost souls suffered wretched eternal pain. They could not lie or rest. They had committed unspeakable deeds. Hope never comes to the disobedient ones. Under his dark majesty’s rules, the dark angels had to punish the wicked sinners for their terrible actions. They swallowed up in an endless misery.

The shadows shed dark and ghostly silhouettes. They licked the cistern of wickedness flames, glimmering furious flames in the endless hollow of Hell from The Prince of Darkness’ terrorizing grasp. There were only two ways out; his dark angels’ passage way from collecting souls of other dimensions which was a dead end or the master of evil carried a key in his chest.

The black diamond.

A firestone a.k.a. the black diamond. A black diamond medallion. It was forged in the pits of Hell. A ring of black-scorched erupting volcanoes when he was first cast out of Heaven. The outside layer was a fire gem and the inside was icy hot, freezing to the touch. It was a dual key; black and white, hot and cold. The half was his key of Hell and the other half was his key of The Underworld. The Prince of Darkness carried the death instrument 24/7. He caressed and stroked it like a secret lover. He had never parted with his magic gem.

The secret was to take his treasure away. That would be virtually impossible. It had to slay the devil himself to get the diamond that he wore around his neck.

There was another way, to sell their souls to the devil…

Seraphina was not that desperate…not yet.

Mother Moon flung the remaining chain wrapped around her free leg and wrapped her other ankle. Her toes were secured to the chain. The chain broke free. The chain crashed on the floor with a clang.

Two more to go.

With her legs free about ten feet up the air, she flipped over to perform a handstand up in the sweltering air. With one hand taut and other hand loose, the loose hand she wrapped around her wrist in the chain. She did the same thing with the other hand. With a quick scissor hand movement and powerful thrust, she broke the upper chains. The bolts from the stone wall cracked, debris showered the stony floor. She went tumbling down to the floor. She caught herself by going with the flow. She sprung downward and she snapped her legs together to land on her two feet.

Zero more to go.

She took the blindfold off. That stinky piece of his loincloth. It had been too long that she had been forced to smell his manhood stench. Demonhood stench. She pitched it across the room with disgust.

She rubbed her hands. Her arms and her legs ached, redness and skin exposed. She glanced at her ankles, raw, bruised and bloody.

Impressive.

Her nerves shot. Goosebumps covered her flesh. She knew that voice.

She let her stringy blonde hair fall down onto her face. Panting, she voiced huskily, Lucifer.

You’re fascinating to watch.

I might’ve known you were watching me.

You are my favorite thing to watch. He grinned. He set his gray eyes on her triangle of blond pubic hair. She was slick with sweat. She glowed as a moon pearl. A precious thing. He caught a beautiful rare jewel and it was his to keep.

I am looking forward to breaking you down completely. Soon, you will be submissive. Soon, you will call me ‘Master’. You will kneel before me.

Seraphina curled her lips in disgust, I am not yours to command. You cannot give what doesn’t belong to you. I belong to Prince Tristar of Lightness. Only he can command me otherwise.

He ignored her as if he didn’t hear her, I admire your spirit. Nevertheless, I will have your soul no matter what.

I promise you, you will never have my soul. Seraphina picked the chains from her hands and cast them towards his face like a pair of deadly whips.

She moved her feet spinning around in place like a toy top. She fluttered like a charming lightning bug. She took to the air, floating about two feet up on the ground.

He backed away from the deadly weapons.

She lassoed the chains on her hands, spinning back and forth. She hissed, I dare you to hurt me again.

It was just a test to verify to me how strong you are. You’re truly remarkable. I need a strong queen. You’ll do nicely.

With a puff of smoke, he made the chains disappear. That left her defenseless and vulnerable. Naked and in danger, she ran out of options. He sapped her abilities away swiftly; mainly her shield maker and flaming bullets. Her powers were diminished greatly in Hell. She didn’t anticipate that so soon.

Smokiness filled the room. Smog clutched her hands and her feet. The smoke coiled her like a snake. It bounded her. Like a drug, the smoke paralyzed her to make sound decisions. Not again! Not again! She lost her orientation. She fell onto the ground.

He pried open her thighs with force. She was powerless to stop the insult from her being, attack her dignity from happening. She screamed but nothing came out. Demoralized and defeated, she tried the last thing she could do. She spat on his face.

A scorching sound was heard. Blistering flesh burned his skin. Craters began forming on his cheek. Her spit was toxic to him as he wiped the infected discharge. She was created from moonlight, the lightness. Strike two, Mrs. MacKantar. Don’t do it again or else I’ll spit on you. You wouldn’t like my spit. I can spit black scorpions. Let’s call it my paralyzing scorpions of agony. You don’t die. That’s the beauty in it.

She was suddenly afraid. Goose bumps covered her flesh, but she could feel everything.

He knelt down sniffing her wet crotch. His tongue slid between hers. He flicked his tongue against her pebble-hard clit. A gasp left her; sweltering air changed thrashing her sacred crevice. His fiery tongue burned as he went down her with an icy hot. His burning arctic tongue licked her cleft, Mm-mmm. No wonder my little brother is fascinated with you. You taste amazing.

He stopped. She wondered if he was done.

He flashed his clothes off. He crawled down her body.

Not for a long shot.

Bending down to her navel, his cold body slithered on top of hers. She shivered, Tristar, help me!

Lucifer came down to her plump cleavage. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. He caressed them. He stroked her hard tips of her nipples. That thrilled him. His engorged cock pressed against her nakedness. He moaned, I have dreamed of being with you since the first moment I saw you. You were the warrior woman that I desired. You didn’t care who saw you. My body aches for you. My mind is riddled with thoughts of you. I thought I would have you, it is. Now it’s time. He straddled her thighs.

She clenched her eyes shut. Tristar!

He mounted her. Relax and joy the ride. You will love it. A drop of semen leaked out of his full aroused cock, steaming and sizzling like razor-sharp acid, black acid.

An icy heat dropped on her bare thigh.

Someone woke up. The tiny being viewed it as a major threat.

A blow of great magnitude struck The Prince of Darkness. The potent blast of raw energy exploded, leaving an imprint of crackling power. The blow was more powerful than he could ever imagine, knocking him against the wall. He went flying against the upper wall. Still wearing a bulging hard-on, he said with a bitter scornfulness, You carry The Prince of Lightness’ seed in your belly. How interesting. Laughing like a madman, he said, Tricky, tricky, tricky. Some things must be dealt delicately.

Seraphina blew a breath of relief. She stood up with a sneer of vengeance, My son is more powerful than the planets; more powerful than the stars, more powerful than the scum of demons. He’s blessed by the gods. You cannot touch him.

An unholy sound shrieked. The demon roared to clutch his rotten black heart, I am a God! This is my kingdom! My servants and slaves, they bowed down before me! Mark my words, you will be my queen, so be it! I will have you! I swear it in the name of darkness!

Lucifer was desperate to possess her celestial light.

The lost archangel stretched out his shiny black wings, leaving a disgusting stench and a smoky singed in his wake.

His infernal dimension.

Seraphina muttered softly with malice in her voice, When Hell freezes over.

The first fallen angel.

The first sin returned.

Pride will come before the fall.

CHAPTER 2

Everything on The Planet Tasia was a vivid amaranth purple. Even the planets in the system were a shimmering violet. It was surrounded by a single dwarf purple moon. The Astral System, Planets Tasia, Tamir, Tashel, and Talon were cloaked in fine particles of crystal moondust in the shape of a lightning bolt. Each planet and moon resembled shimmering bright purple, but each had their own topographic features of vibrant landscapes and rich seascapes hollows and valleys, plains and marshes, woods and brush, inland waterways and lakes, islands and the seas as the tiny animal life, in addition to elven fauna and flora life. The waters of Planet Tasia were a crystal white from the peaceful mountains and the series of wavy hills trickling down the basin of waters. The amaranths coated plains of blossoms of flowers that filled the air with intoxicating fragrance.

It was stunningly fantastic.

The Prince of Lightness had outdone himself creating a home for the elves.

An Amaranth. His majesty mate’s The Mother Moon was her favorite flower.

For luck, for love...

It was a tribute to his everlasting love for her.

Immortal amaranth everlastingly through the midst of heaven.

Even the elves resembled amaranth with their eye color and small petals. The elves were small, petite bodies and blessed with long life. The elves lived in peace until The Millennium War of The Dark Wizards, two thousand years ago.

When The Guardians were having their own war against the wizards, a scheming elf convinced they needed to protect themselves against the wizards’ pending attack. The leader issued the orders to build the castle and moat. He ordered the elven men to get ready for the forthcoming attack.

No attack came.

The leader declared himself The Royal Elf King. The Guardians kept an eye on him. Since he had been good for the elves of Jomei, The Prince of Lightness cast a blind eye on the situation until The Jomei King died in his sleep. His son was eager to fill the void.

Too eager some say.

Whispers surrounded the elven castle.

Like father, like son.

"Who declares I am not under the unique shelter of The Goddess? My good residents of Tasia, I believe today that my management is in agreement with the will of The Creator. Elfkind has grown strong in spite of the constant struggles. It will only come through a long lasting peace. As an elf, I have no duty to allow myself to be deceived. I have a great responsibility for loyalty and fairness.

We understand exactly that the elven way of life is solid. We should be sustained with great learning. Can we truly disagree with the future students? For that reason, a value of education is too precious to fail. The older residents can relax in freedom from worry. Our young students will able to take care of themselves to be productive citizens.

Thus, I declare a new law. I will build a great university, so everybody will be free to learn a trade or a skill. The university fees will be fair in The Kingdom of Tasia."

Sephora Kiele listened to the Jomei King speaking. Although he seemed to be an educated speaker, she knew he was full of crap. He was nothing more than a slick con man. The king wanted more power and more money to fill his pockets. He had expensive taste. He gorged himself with booze, illegal drugs and women while the elves flipped the bill. The spoiled prince became a greedy king. Now, the king wanted a new tax. She grinned evenly, betraying nothing of her irritation.

Like the last time, he vowed to build schools for the elven children. The king passed a hefty tax. In ten years, no single school had been built; no drawing for the new school and no teachers had been hired. It didn’t happen. He wanted the children to be uneducated. If the elves couldn’t pay the taxes, they were locked up in the dungeon or beheaded. Either way, it was bad. His lies had come undone as the crowd applauded with a deafening roar at The Great Elven Amphitheater. The elves still believed the little tyrant ruler could change. But, the crowd sensed a horrible fear. She could feel the dread in the bottom of their little hearts.

Sephora crinkled her brow, Why are they clapping so hard? Everybody knows he’s a liar.

And a murderer. Their Guardian Angel flicked his wrist, rolling his emerald eyes. He accidentally poisoned himself drinking fairy liqueur. I don’t think so.

It’s a show. It’s a show for us. We should feel flattered. All the attention for us? It’s a show of loyalty to prove how wonderful a great king is. Bravo! The white warlock clapped, his deep voice dripping with biting sarcasm.

Yeah, when we leave, it’s back to normal. The angel made an animated gesture. Whack, whack, whack off with their heads. Why did somebody place a distress call? Something is going on down here. I can feel it.

"The Kingdom of Stars came across to be mercenaries for its Elven kind, for the simple folks. The Lunatarians never intended this land for the elven citizens. The fruit of the honest work of elves has been stolen by those who themselves have never worked. They refuse to grasp the facts, but the outside world knows better. The outside galaxy loathes their way of life, this society and the private missions of so called The Guardians of the Universe. They are looked upon as Gods, much less as men of great character."

Sephora raised her dark eyebrows, Whoa, I think it was a shot for us. The Guardians were seated high up from the crowd in the special seats designated as a Guardian Warrior, a Guardian Angel and a Guardian of Nature.

No, it was definitely a shot for Luna. The white warlock, Julian, her brother shook his head. He drove a fist into the palm of his hand.

William, the emerald angel, was sickened. He stirred in his seat, his jaw tightened. He rose from his seat and took a couple steps into the open, clutching his gut. He flapped his wings in obvious tension. He turned and fled from the amphitheater.

Julian, their Lunatarian leader signaled to Sephora, He’s overwhelmed with his senses. Go, I’ll continue to listen to the elf.

Sephora wrapped her scarlet cloak behind her and rushed out to meet her dear friend. She strolled about. Curious glances wade the way, nodding at a few elves as she moved forward. Her ruby eyes stalked for the angel.

She caught sight of his green cloak. His long, focused strides were a dead getaway. He was surrounded by short people against a tall hooded man. She hurried to catch up. Will! She caught him by the elbow.

William Halstead Jamesworth II turned around. His cloak was down so she could only see his sculptured face in contrast to his piercing emerald eyes. Apologies, I couldn’t stand the poison he spewed. We are selfless. We live to aid others.

Her dark eyebrows rose, It’s not the crowd that bothers you?

He shifted from step to step, They’re drenched with fear. I can take the crowd, but something about the king. His energy makes my stomach turn. I feel something else. I can’t put my finger on it but it’s bad. I saw the colors of death, gray, black and even glowing red.

They needed William for his heavenly radar. Sephora brushed her raven-colored locks of hair away from her delicate face as she spoke frankly, We need to report this to The Lunatarian Council.

Yes, we must. I need to get away. I’ll fly now. Go back to the captain and stay put, you hear?

I will. Thanks, Will. Now we know the planet is controlled by a dark entity.

We will meet you at the hangar base.

They hugged briefly. He stopped in midstride and bent his knees preparing for flight. Will transformed to a great hawk. He soared along the hazy lavender skies.

She jogged back to report their findings. When she got there, the entrance was totally blocked by elves cheering. She flipped her mini-screen to activate it, Julian, we’re done. Come back to the lot.

Sephora jogged back. She peered from the corner. Something caught her ruby eye. She walked through the corridor. Fear and confusion struck a chord inside of her, but she ignored her feelings. Her skin chilled.

She walked in the room. She realized it was a storage room. Plates, cups, plastic silverware and other things were kept for the food booths. Wandering about the room, she heeded the clattering.

Sephora called out, Hello? Is somebody here? She sensed a cold shadow as if she stepped into a refrigerator. Thinking it was a ghost or some kind of spirit, she stepped in the room fully. Are you lost? I can help you. Come into the light. I know you’re there.

He stepped out of the shadows. There stood a man, tall and muscle-tone. His face was tight and sleek, beautiful as all angels should be. He had magnificent bone structure. He had golden locks upon his broad shoulders. His muscular thighs, firm as tree trunks like mighty oaks. He dressed in gladiator garb, but all white. He carried himself with a commanding air of the self-confidence, bold as a majestic king of the universe himself. He had an indescribable aura of rightness, little smug superiority about himself. He shook his great white wings with nuisance as if they were bothersome, What planet I’m on?

Tasia.

I like it here.

You were lost?

No, I was kicked out from my home.

Which was?

Cloud Nine, Paradise.

Sephora’s head raced and her heart followed, You were kicked out of…heaven?

He simply smirked.

Wondering what had happened, she could not believe her ears. Voices inside her head commanded her to stop and walk away. She should find Julian, her brother. The strong warrior would take care of him. She couldn’t stand idly. She weighed the questions from her