Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter 1: Sins of the past and present

The Fall of the Seven

Long ago, before the world knew the seven deadly sins as mere concepts, they were gods in their own right—powerful, immortal beings who fed on the vices of man. They ruled their realm with an iron grip, feared and worshipped by all. Namjoon, the embodiment of Pride, stood as their leader, commanding his mates—Jin (Gluttony), Yoongi (Sloth), Hoseok (Wrath), Jimin (Lust), Taehyung (Envy), and Jungkook (Greed)—with authority born of his arrogance.

They were untouchable. Unstoppable.

Until the Day of Betrayal.

In their fortress, carved from stone and bathed in eternal twilight, the seven sat on thrones of indulgence, surrounded by their spoils. The air was thick with tension, as they had begun to grow restless—bored of their conquests, of the mortals who worshipped them. Their powers were unmatched, their hunger for destruction boundless, and their unity unshakable.

But beneath the surface, cracks had begun to form. Greed coveted what was not his, Envy yearned for more than what he could have, and Wrath was always on edge, waiting for a reason to explode. Their vices turned against them, eating away at the bonds they had once shared.

"You think you're better than us, don't you?" Taehyung snarled, eyes flashing with bitterness as he glared across the table at Namjoon. "Always sitting there like you're above it all."

Namjoon barely glanced at him, too wrapped in his own self-satisfaction. "I don't need to think it, Taehyung. It's a fact. I'm Pride, after all."

The room grew darker, an oppressive weight settling over them as the tempers of the sins flared.

"Cut the shit, Namjoon," Hoseok snapped, slamming his hand on the table. Flames sparked at his fingertips, threatening to consume the entire hall. "You're no better than the rest of us."

Before Namjoon could retort, Jungkook—quiet, calculating—smirked from his corner. "Maybe Hoseok’s right. Maybe you’re losing your edge, Namjoon. Look at how weak we've become. Even mortals are starting to forget us."

“Shut up, Jungkook,” Namjoon growled, his pride stinging at the suggestion. "I lead because I can. You, on the other hand, always want more but can’t handle what’s given to you. Typical greed."

"Enough!" Jin, who had remained silent until now, his hunger gnawing at him, banged his fist on the arm of his throne. "We tear each other apart like this, we’ll be no better than the mortals who grovel at our feet. If we fall, it's because we let our own sins consume us."

But Jin's words came too late. A blinding light erupted from the center of the hall, and the air grew thick with power. The ground trembled beneath them as the voices of the gods—the ones who had once created the sins to control humanity—spoke in unison, their fury unleashed.

"You have become too proud, too greedy, too wrathful," the voices boomed, shaking the very foundation of their fortress. "Your time has come to an end. For your transgressions, you will be bound to stone, locked away, until the blood of the innocent frees you."

"No!" Namjoon shouted, his voice filled with both rage and fear. He summoned his power, but it was too late. One by one, they were frozen, their bodies turned to stone. The seven fought, but their strength was nothing against the wrath of the gods.

As the stone crept up his body, Jimin reached for Taehyung, their eyes locking with a desperate intensity. They had loved each other fiercely, along with the others, but even that was not enough to save them.

Their last words, full of anger, were lost as their bodies hardened, trapping them in eternal slumber, waiting for the day when someone—anyone—would set them free.

Present Day: Two Days Before the Museum Trip

Y/N stared out of the classroom window, her mind drifting as the teacher droned on about some pointless historical nonsense. It wasn’t like she cared. History, school, people—none of it mattered to her. She lived for chaos, and chaos had no place in a classroom full of idiots.

“Miss Y/L/N, would you care to explain the significance of the Roman Empire’s fall?” the teacher’s voice cut through her thoughts.

Y/N turned, her expression a mix of boredom and irritation. “Yeah, they got too full of themselves, and the rest of the world gave them the middle finger.”

A few chuckles echoed through the room, but the teacher wasn’t amused. “Perhaps if you paid more attention, you’d—”

“I’d what? Care?” Y/N shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s be real, nothing you’re saying matters.”

The teacher's face flushed red with frustration, but Y/N couldn’t have cared less. She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her cold gaze daring him to push the issue.

“Detention. Again,” the teacher snapped. “After school. Maybe then you’ll learn some respect.”

Y/N smirked. “Doubt it.”

The bell rang, and Y/N grabbed her bag, ignoring the glares and whispers from her classmates as she left the room. Detention was nothing new to her. She spent more time in trouble than out of it. She had a reputation—a troublemaker, savage, and completely untouchable.

No one dared to cross her. And if they did, they regretted it.

As she walked through the hallways, her phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at the screen: School trip tomorrow. Don't be late.

Great, another boring waste of time. A trip to the museum. Like she needed another reason to hate everything. But something inside her stirred—an uneasy feeling she couldn’t shake off. It wasn’t like her to care about anything, but the thought of that museum unsettled her.

Y/N shook off the feeling, her expression hardening. She wasn’t scared of anything, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let some stupid trip bother her. Tomorrow was just another day, another opportunity to prove that nothing—and no one—could control her.

As she headed home, her mind briefly wandered to the stories she had heard about the museum's forbidden section, the part that was supposedly sealed off for good reason. But she quickly shrugged it off, muttering under her breath. “It’s probably just some bullshit to scare idiots.”

Little did she know, the very sins she would awaken were already stirring, waiting for her blood to give them new life—and change everything.
While Y/N tried to drown out the world in her own rebellious way, the statues of the seven sins—deep beneath the museum—began to crack, subtle shifts in the stone that had held them captive for centuries. Deep within their slumber, they sensed her approach.

They could feel it—the pull of their mate, the one who would release them from their prison.

The Seven Deadly Sins were waiting.