Seven Sins System Chapter 609. Naked is Naked
Seven Sins System Chapter 609. Naked is Naked
“…Alright,” I muttered, lifting a hand. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Puriel exhaled beside me. “Agreed.”
-Snap!
In sync, we snapped our fingers.
With a pulse of mana and a little spatial twist, we shifted—our forms melting down to our mortal disguises. Her glowing wings and goddess presence snapped away, replaced by her usual paladin academy identity. Aria, top-ranked mentor, blue-eyed, graceful as hell, and now completely mortal-looking.
Me? My blazing obsidian demon lord physique compressed into my typical dark-haired, charmingly dangerous self—Dr. Allen. The academy doctor. Questionable influence.
Aaaand we were still naked.
The silence was deafening.
I looked down at myself.
Yep. Still got it.
Then I turned to her.
She turned away so fast her hair whipped me in the face.
Her hands covered her chest and lower half as she hissed, “Turn around!”
I blinked. “Seriously? We just literally did it. Like aggressively. Enthusiastically.”
“No,” she snapped, her back to me, cheeks bright red. “That was different. You don’t get to just stare at me in this light.”
“…In what light? Naked is naked!”
“Azrael!”
I huffed and crossed my arms. “Fine. You take care of the crowd. I’ll go find us some clothes since apparently modesty suddenly matters.”
She said nothing. Just kept shielding herself with one hand and throwing the other out toward the still-frozen priest squad like she was preparing a divine memory wipe.
-Snap!
‘Teleportation!’
I vanished in a soft ripple of shadow and reappeared in the darkened basement of the temple.
The air was cooler here. Still, still and heavy, like the magic that had once gathered here had been drained.
I was standing right where the crystal used to be.
Well. Should be.
Now?
Just ashes.
And I mean literal ashes.
The platform was scorched. The mana lines etched into the floor? Faded like dying veins. All that remained was the faintest shimmer of powdered glass and a weird burnt-sugar smell. I crouched down and ran my fingers through the dust.
“Analyze.”
[Item: Divine-Demonic Keystone Core (Fragmented)]
[Status: Shattered]
[Residual Energy: 0.00%]
[Remarks: You broke it. Congrats?]
“Huh,” I muttered. “Completely shattered. Not even a mana trace left.”
The crystal was gone. Like gone-gone. No crack to fix. No aura to recharge. Not even enough scrap left for magical recycling.
I stood up, brushed the dust from my hands, and sighed.
“Oh dear,” I muttered sarcastically. “What a pity.”
Priorities now: clothes.
I teleported again, hitting a few of the temple’s inner wings, weaving through cleansing chambers, prayer rooms, incense closets—nothing useful. Finally, I popped into a tucked-away laundry room. And jackpot.
Stacks of clean linen and fresh garments. Some ceremonial. Some casual. All folded like someone actually cared about garment feng shui. I sorted through quickly, found a dark robe set that matched my vibe—tailored just enough—and grabbed a white-and-gold wrap set that screamed “paladin princess who just had a meltdown.”
I held them both, looked them over.
Yeah, these would do.
Teleporting back to the grand temple hall, I landed in the same spot with a gust of shadowwind and a swirl of fabric in my arms.
“I got it—”
“AAAH!” Puriel screamed, diving behind the altar and yanking the tablecloth up over her body like it was a divine shield.
I flinched, ears ringing.
She glared at me from behind the white cloth, only her eyes and flushed face peeking out. “You could’ve warned me!”
I stood there holding the clothes like a butler watching someone lose their mind.
“We literally just had sex,” I deadpanned. “I saw all of you. In every position. With holy glow effects.”
“That was different!” she shouted. “We were alone and it was—it was sacred!”
“You moaned while grabbing my horns and shattered reality.”
“Stop talking!”
I rolled my eyes and tossed the clothes her way, letting them land neatly on top of the altar.
“There. Robes. Size matched. Freshly folded. Not tainted with sin. Happy?”
She slowly emerged from her altar fort, grabbed the clothes like a raccoon defending its last bread crust, and started dressing in record speed. I turned away, just to give her peace, though really—we were so far past “privacy” the word had no meaning.
“Did you find the crystal?” she asked, voice muffled as she wrapped the last sash around her waist.
“Gone,” I said, stretching my neck. “Completely dusted. No energy. No trace. Like it knew we were gonna screw on top of its altar and ragequit the realm.”
She sighed and emerged fully clothed, hair a mess, face flushed, wings long gone.
Then we both turned toward the frozen congregation still locked mid-scream and mid-faint.
“So…” I said, hands in my pockets. “You gonna mind-wipe them? Erase the trauma?”
She pressed two fingers to her temple. “I can seal the memory, yes. But the energy backlash… some of it may stay.”
“They’re gonna start a cult, aren’t they?”
“Possibly.”
“Can I get a cool title?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
Puriel extended her hand, divine light pulsing from her fingers as time snapped back into motion like a rubber band being released. The priests unfroze, staggered slightly, blinked fast— And then collapsed.
Every last one of them hit the floor unconscious, robes fluttering like defeated flags.
“Neat,” I said.
“They’ll wake up in a few hours,” she said. “With a vague memory of a holy vision. Hopefully none of them remember your ‘have you never seen a devil f*ck a goddess before’ comment.”
“That line was gold, though.”
“Azrael…”
“Fine. Fine.”
We stood there in the aftermath, surrounded by bodies, incense smoke, divine aftermath, and the lingering scent of whatever broke reality an hour ago.
“You know,” I said, crossing my arms, “for a goddess of chastity, you’re really bad at the whole chastity thing.”
She glared at me.
I smirked.
And despite herself… she snorted.
Just once.
Then shook her head and started walking toward the exit of the hall.
“Let’s go, before you say something else that breaks space-time.”
“Me? I’m a delight.”
She didn’t even turn around.
But I swear I saw her smile again.