Seven Sins System Chapter 611. Forbidden
Seven Sins System Chapter 611. Forbidden
Her arms slid slowly around my waist.
“You are impossible,” she muttered.
Her voice was muffled against my chest, but I heard every word. Her arms were still wrapped around me, her forehead lightly pressed to my shoulder, like she hadn’t decided whether to shove me out a window or stay like this forever.
I held her tighter anyway.
“I know…” I murmured, sighing. My voice dropped a little, serious now. “Still…”
I paused.
Because yeah—I wanted this.
I wanted her.
Even if it was forbidden. Even if the heavens slapped a divine lawsuit on both our asses. Even if the system was quietly spamming warnings in the background like a paranoid cat with a keyboard.
“I want this,” I said. “All of it. I know it’s forbidden, but I still want it.”
She let out a bitter laugh. One of those short, dry ones that sounded way older than she looked.
“I guess Asmo’s gonna love this,” she said. “He’ll probably laugh for a thousand years straight once he finds out.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, I bet—”
Then stopped mid-sentence.
Something clicked.
No.
Wait.
No-no-no-no—
“Wait a second…” I muttered, eyes narrowing.
Puriel looked up, confused. “What?”
She released her hold around me, sensing the shift in my tone.
I stepped back, my mind already racing.
“Asmo…” I said slowly, “No… The Lust Palace.”
Her brows furrowed. “What are you—?”
“That thing in the cave. The scent. It wasn’t just some cursed chamber filled with divine-demonic mana. That scent—it’s the same one I smelled in the Lust Palace. A long time ago. Like, before Asmo took over the title of Lord of Lust.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “You mean… during his father’s reign?”
“Exactly.” I pointed toward the thread of fate still faintly glowing on our wrists. “It wasn’t a normal aphrodisiac atmosphere. It was… old. Deeper. Like it didn’t just stimulate desire—it ripped open the line between restraint and instinct.”
She tilted her head, half-focused. “You think that scent came from the Lust Palace?”
“Kinda,” I said. “But something was off. It wasn’t just lust. There was another layer underneath. Like… like spice hiding behind sweetness. Like something more… whole.”
She bit her lip and folded her arms. Her expression wasn’t teasing anymore. Just thoughtful. Like she was piecing together a memory that didn’t want to be remembered.
“I guess I know why,” she said quietly.
I blinked. “Why what?”
“Why that scent didn’t fully belong to the Lust Palace,” she answered, tapping her fingers against her forearm. “Because the other part of the scent…”
She looked at me.
“It belongs to the Love Goddess’s palace.”
I stared at her. “The what now?”
She nodded. “The Goddess of Love.”
“I’ve literally never heard of her.”
“She’s… reclusive,” Puriel said, voice even softer now. “She never participated in the war. Never picked a side. She’s the most peaceful of us. She once preached that light and shadow didn’t need to fight—that they could coexist.”
My brows shot up. “Well damn. Guess someone missed the memo.”
“She wasn’t banished,” Puriel added. “Just… forgotten. Voluntarily. She chose to stay out of everything. Her realm sealed itself off centuries ago.”
I crossed my arms. “So… you’re saying the love goddess’s scent merged with the Lust Palace’s environment?”
“Not merged,” she said. “Layered. That’s why it didn’t affect us like a typical Lust aura would. If it was pure lust, it wouldn’t have worked on me. I’d have repelled it. My nature rejects that kind of magic. But…”
She trailed off, eyes dropping.
“…But love?” I finished for her.
She nodded once.
“That makes it dangerous,” I muttered.
She didn’t argue.
We both stood in silence for a while, the floor creaking beneath us, the light from the window shifting as the sun rose higher. Dust danced in the air like soft ash.
We glanced at the thread again. The one still glowing faintly between our wrists—twisted, divine, demonic. A symbol of everything we weren’t supposed to be.
“You think she’s behind all this?” I asked quietly. “The Love Goddess?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “It’s possible. Or maybe… someone trying to use her essence.”
“That would explain why it didn’t feel like Asmo’s doing,” I said, pacing a few steps. “I mean, that scent—I haven’t smelled it since the old Lord of Lust died. Not once. Asmo never used it. And his father…”
I paused.
“His father never told him where it came from.”
Puriel crossed her arms. “Why would a Lust Lord be hiding the origins of something so… effective?”
“Because it’s not just about effectiveness,” I said. “That kind of magic isn’t just dangerous—it’s binding. It connects.”
She nodded slowly. “It… linked us.”
I raised my arm again, staring at the fate thread.
“And it sealed us,” I said.
Neither of us spoke after that.
I looked at her again, and she looked back—and for a second, it didn’t matter that we were devil and goddess. Didn’t matter that we were born enemies, or that the rules said we should never have crossed paths like this.
We were just us.
Bound by something older than law.
Older than war.
“I don’t regret it,” I said finally.
Her lip trembled. “Even if it was her plan?”
“I don’t care whose plan it was,” I said. “We made our own choice.”
Still… my jaw tightened.
“I don’t like being someone else’s pawn. Especially not when they’re using us to tear reality apart like it’s a game board.”
Puriel looked down, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You think they planned this? Us? Like… to do something big?”
She looked up again, eyes serious. “Maybe… to disturb the balance?”
I scoffed. “Beat me. I’m not exactly on the divine mailing list.”
She let out a breath—half-laugh, half-sigh—and for the first time since we’d stepped through that portal, she smiled.
Softly.
Bittersweet.
And somehow, I knew.
This wasn’t just about forbidden love, or fate threads, or old palaces with strange scents.
We’d just stepped into something far bigger than either of us.
Something ancient.
Something hidden.
And maybe… something that was never meant to be awakened.
Still, we stepped forward anyway.
Because this?
This wasn’t just a mistake.
It wasn’t just sin.
It was something far more dangerous.
Truth.