Seven Sins System Chapter 614. You Want a S3x Report?
Seven Sins System Chapter 614. You Want a S3x Report?
And the kicker?
He didn’t even know what caused it.
Diablo leaned forward in his throne. I could just barely see the edge of his silhouette under the towering crown of horns he always wore in public meetings.
“Tell me your theory, Veras.”
The aide cleared his throat. “I believe this was an emotional catalyst. Not a weapon. Not a ritual. But a trigger event. Two opposing forces colliding through… instinct. Possibly desire. Maybe—”
Rathor snorted. “What, you think some angel tripped and kissed a devil?”
“No,” Veras said. “More like… two fated forces gave in to a suppressed bond.”
My breath caught.
‘They noticed it.’
And they didn’t know it was me.
Yet.
Diablo exhaled.
His voice dropped into something I’d only heard a few times in my life.
“It’s spreading, then,” he said. “The rot we feared. Not corruption. Not wrath. Something else. Quiet. Old. And patient.”
He leaned back, and I imagined him resting his chin on his fist like he always did when thinking hard.
“Do we need to contact the light realm’s queen?” Veras replied. “We wanted your approval before escalating.”
There was silence for a moment.
Then…
“That’s unnecessary. She’ll deny it,” Diablo said. “If something touched her daughter, she’ll burn down a city before admitting fault.”
My breath caught again.
He knew.
He didn’t know the who—but he knew the what.
I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted, my mind sprinting.
The throne room fell quiet again.
Rathor finally asked, “So what’s your call, my king?”
Diablo didn’t hesitate.
“Don’t tell the court yet. No panic. No alerts. But start preparing the containment protocols again. If this is what I think it is…”
He let out a breath.
“…Then something old is waking up. And it’s already using our children as pieces.”
My stomach twisted.
Pieces.
He wasn’t wrong.
But he didn’t know the whole truth.
Not yet.
Both aides—Rathor and Veras—bowed low.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” they said in perfect sync, and vanished into shadow bursts, their mana trails fading fast into the throne room’s dense air.
And then the only one left was him.
The King of the Shadow Realm.
I exhaled. The stone pillar behind me suddenly felt thinner. Yeah… I could stay hidden. I could maybe sneak out and pretend I was never here.
“Azrael,” he said, voice smooth as death. “I know you’re there.”
Shit.
Yup.
There it was.
That tone.
Not angry.
Not playful.
Just… certain.
I stepped out of the shadows and didn't even try to feign innocence. I teleported and reappeared in front of him. One knee hit the floor as I bowed my head low.
“Father,” I greeted, formal and even.
Because when he’s like this? You don’t joke. You don’t sass. You don’t test him.
He’s not just my old man in a bathrobe eating soulberries.
He’s the king.
The shadows in the throne room shifted around him like they were breathing. His throne—obsidian and fanged with silver veins of corrupted magic—loomed over me as he stood.
His crimson eyes narrowed, piercing into me like they could slice past armor, lies, and pride in a single glance.
“It was you,” he said.
No hint of a question.
“That ripple,” he added.
I opened my mouth. Closed it.
'Shit... he got me.'
There was no use pretending.
I nodded once. “Yes. That was me.”
His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t even twitch.
“You touched the princess of the Light Realm.”
My throat tightened.
This was where things got murky. I could brag. Could flex like I did about corrupting some high-rank divine. I’d be halfway into a victory pose by now.
But this?
This wasn’t just about banging a goddess.
This was about causing a magical spike strong enough to shake three realms. This was about the ripple that set off alarms in war rooms across heaven and hell. This was about something that made Diablo—the guy who laughs during wars—stop laughing.
And my hesitation didn’t help.
“Answer me!” he snapped.
His voice boomed, and the throne room itself responded. Wind whipped through the pillars like something ancient had stirred awake. The glass torches flared, shadows rippled, and I felt my core pulse violently in my chest.
I dropped my gaze.
“Actually… we…” I swallowed hard, then exhaled.
“We just… had sex.”
Dead silence.
You could hear the dust in the corners of the throne creak.
His eyes narrowed. “You had sex.”
“With her.”
“With her," he repeated.
He stepped forward, each bootstep echoing louder than the last.
“With the Goddess of Chastity?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
His expression was unreadable. That was worse.
Not rage. Not disappointment.
Just… calculations.
I could practically hear the gears in his mind grinding, processing the implications.
“You bonded,” he said, voice lower now.
I glanced down at my wrist.
Still glowing. Still there.
Still mocking me.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “I didn’t intend to. But… it happened.”
He stepped down from his throne. The air grew colder.
“You broke your seal.”
“…Yeah.”
He stopped. Eyes on me.
“You unlocked the Dominion of Ruin.”
I flinched. “Yes.”
He stared.
“And you—the Prince of Wrath—let a divine chastity goddess climb you hard enough to tear a hole through three layers of reality?”
“…Also yes.”
There was a long silence.
Then he exhaled.
Closed his eyes.
And muttered, “You’re still your mother’s child.”
I blinked. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
He waved me off. “You take after her. Impulsive. Wild. Emotion first, consequences later. You’re lucky I’m not dragging you into a war trial right now.”
I stood slowly, warily. “So… what now?”
He turned away, walking toward the throne again. “Now? Now we assess. You’ll write a full report. From your perspective. Include every sensation, every emotion, every sign of external magic.”
“You want a sex report?”
“I want the truth,” he said, glancing back. “Even if it’s soaked in divine fluids.”
“…Ew.”
He ignored me. “This isn’t just about the act. It’s about the reaction. You think I care who you sleep with? No. I care that the act itself triggered an ancient resonance pattern not seen since the Old Realms fell.”
I straightened. “You mean before the Balance Pact.”
“Yes.”
He sat again, steepling his fingers. “Whatever happened between you two wasn’t just a breaking of vows. It was a reawakening. Something older, deeper… intertwined.”
“And you didn’t know?”