Seven Sins System Chapter 608. Bit of Irony

Seven Sins System Chapter 608. Bit of Irony

I grunted as my body slammed against something solid. Dust exploded around me in a thick wave, choking the air with centuries-old sediment and divine pollen or whatever the hell this sacred place was made of.

I propped myself up on one hand, the other gripping my temple with a groan.

“Urgh… Where the hell are we?” I muttered, blinking through the haze, half-expecting another dark cave or some alternate dimension of nightmares.

But no.

Light streamed in.

Holy light.

Golden beams poured down from arched stained glass above, refracting into rainbows across perfectly polished marble floors. Everything around me screamed clean, sacred, and blessed. The exact opposite of where a fully naked demon lord should be.

And then I turned my head to the side…

And saw them.

A small congregation of priests and priestesses—rows of them—standing frozen near the altar with wide, slack-jawed faces. Robes mid-sway, holy books dropped to the floor, mouths open in mid-prayer or mid-gasp. Some of them even still held candles.

Including that high priest from earlier—the same sanctimonious bastard who had said “The devil is among us.”

Yeah.

He was here.

Eyes locked on me.

Frozen in horror.

And then I processed the rest of the scene.

The altar.

The statue of Puriel, towering above us, arms outstretched in eternal serenity.

And us?

Yeah. We were right there.

On the altar.

Naked.

Me in full Devil Lord form—horns, claws, glowing core, obsidian skin, molten veins and all. And Puriel?

Still lying below me.

Also very naked.

And looking like she just got divine railgunned into next week.

“Oh… dear goddess…” one of the younger priests whispered.

I glanced down.

Puriel blinked, pupils adjusting to the light. Her breath hitched as she registered her surroundings.

And yeah. We definitely looked like we just had sex. Hardcore, no-holds-barred, reality-breaking sex. Right beneath a giant statue of herself. Her flushed skin was still glistening.

And me?

Well, I just sat up straighter.

I turned to the gawking audience. Took a breath.

Then frowned.

“What?” I said, voice flat. “Never seen a devil f*ck a goddess before?”

Two priestesses fainted instantly.

Straight up dropped like rocks—robes fluttering, heads smacking softly against the marble.

The high priest looked like he was about to pass a kidney stone through sheer moral outrage. His lip curled. His hand trembled. He opened his mouth— And then flinched like he forgot how to speak.

A couple other priests began shuffling backward. One made the sign of the halo and bolted toward the door. Another tripped over a brazier. It clanged across the floor.

Look, I get it.

I really do.

I’m still in my battle form. I'm seven feet tall, demonically jacked, covered in obsidian armor and glowing with literal sin energy. My tentacles were probably still twitching. My horns—twisted, massive, and absolutely terrifying—curved back from my skull like a crown forged in nightmares. My core was blazing like an unstable sun.

And I was sitting on holy ground with a goddess.

So yeah.

Awkward.

Then suddenly—everything froze.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Time halted like a bubble had swallowed the entire temple. Candles stopped flickering. Robes hung mid-motion. That one priest's face—locked forever in the perfect “I need to scream” expression.

Puriel stood up slowly, her breath still uneven. Her cheeks were crimson. Not from embarrassment, but the kind of divine panic only gods experience when they realize they just did something completely against protocol.

Her wings flickered into visibility, glowing and trembling slightly.

“Azrael,” she hissed, her voice still dazed but sharp with warning.

I glanced over.

“What? I just stated the fact,” I said, holding my hands up. “I’m not lying.”

“You—You can’t just say that in front of a full assembly!” she snapped, covering herself with a glowing sheet of light. “You said it under my statue!”

I looked up at the serene, holy face of stone Puriel watching over us like a disapproving mother.

“Bit of irony, huh?” I muttered.

She groaned, hands on her face. “We’re not just going to pretend this didn’t happen!”

“Pretend?” I blinked. “You were the one who rode me like a mana-starved succubus while the cave collapsed.”

She shot me a glare so sharp it could cut through divine wards. “You said you’d be gentle!”

“I was! Until you grabbed my horns and told me you wanted me to burn the light realm down.”

“That was a metaphor!”

I shrugged. “Well, I took it literally.”

She groaned again, pacing barefoot across the altar, muttering divine curses under her breath. She looked wrecked. Radiant, yes. Glowing like a comet that just crash-landed into sin—but wrecked nonetheless.

“We broke something, didn’t we?” she asked suddenly.

I paused.

“…Yeah. I think so.”

“Did you know anything?”

I rubbed my temple again. The notifications flickered faintly behind my eyes.

[Seal Broken: Final Limit Unleashed]

[Wrath State – Unstable]

[New Skill Tree: Dominion of Ruin]

[New Trait Unlocked: Seed of Cataclysm]

[Warning: High Risk of Dimensional Collapse During Prolonged Intercourse]

“I guess… I'm a walking cataclysm now,” I admitted. “Also, that sex causes dimensional instability.”

She stopped pacing.

“Wait. What?!”

I held up my hands again. “Don’t look at me. Apparently, devil-goddess sex isn’t exactly structurally safe.”

She stared at me in disbelief. “That’s not something it should need to warn about!”

“Yup.” I leaned back with a lazy grin. “ And honestly, I think I deserve a badge.”

Puriel’s hands clenched. Her face was red. Then her eyes flicked to the crowd—frozen, stuck in holy terror.

“We need to undo this. All of it,” she said. “Get out of this form. Fix the timeline. Erase the memory.”

“Are you saying you regret it?” I asked quietly, my voice dropping.

She paused.

“…No,” she said, softer now. “But I’m not going to let the world see this.”

“Aw. Come on. They should be honored,” I said, gesturing around us. “I mean—legendary scene right here. Heroic devil claims goddess. Temple of Chastity. Altar edition.”

She was about to scream again.

So I stood up finally—still very naked, still very glowing—and wrapped a shadow veil around us both. “Alright. Alright. Let’s fix this. But I’m telling you right now… if I get a temple built in my name after this? I deserve a statue too.”

She looked at me with exhausted, divine rage.

But also… a tiny smile.

Barely there.

But I saw it.