Seven Sins System Chapter 615. Do You Love Her?
Seven Sins System Chapter 615. Do You Love Her?
His gaze hardened.
“If I did,” he said, “I’d have stopped it. Or tried.”
I nodded slowly.
“And Puriel?”
He waved his hand. “The Light Queen will hide her daughter in a golden vault the second she senses this. But she’ll also be curious. She’s not stupid.”
That… stung.
Not just the image of Puriel locked away like some divine treasure behind holy wards and silver prayers—but the idea that I wouldn’t even get the chance to see her again. That someone would make that decision for her.
I swallowed hard.
“She’ll hide Puriel?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
He didn’t immediately answer. Just leaned back in his throne, eyes narrowing.
“Maybe,” he said eventually. “But you know her mother. Cold, calculating. She’s the kind who sharpens love into duty. If she thinks Puriel’s compromised, she’ll isolate her faster than a holy quarantine.”
I looked down at the floor, jaw clenched. My core pulsed uneasily—like it knew it was about to get involved in something messy.
Diablo’s eyes flicked to me again. “You look panicked.”
I looked up.
“Tell me, Azrael,” he said, voice low now. “Do you love her?”
I didn’t answer right away.
Because I’d been asking myself that same question for hours now. Maybe days. Maybe since the treads appeared.
I’m a devil.
We’re not meant to love.
We lust. We crave. We dominate. We take.
Love? That’s a mortal disease. A holy hallucination. An emotion devils are supposed to watch from afar and mock with a drink in one claw and a whip in the other.
He told me that once.
A long time ago.
When I was still too young to understand what loss looked like behind his smile.
But now?
I breathed in deep and said, “Yes.”
His face didn’t move.
He just looked at me like he’d already seen it coming.
“You’ll end up like me,” he said softly.
“It’s a curse.”
I blinked. “You love Mom.”
He laughed—but it wasn’t a happy sound. It was sharp. Bitter. The kind of laugh people make when the weight of truth snaps their spine just a little.
“I do love her,” he said. “What makes you think I indulged myself in lust? That I sleep around with my succubi?”
He leaned forward, voice like black steel.
“Because I love her and I couldn’t save her.”
The words hit me in the gut.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
I’d known.
Of course I’d known.
She died protecting me.
It was written into my blood. It was the reason Diablo hadn’t taken another queen. The reason his eyes went hollow when someone mentioned her name.
I didn’t say anything.
Didn’t need to.
He looked at me, and for once, not as the Demon King.
Just… my father.
“I can’t leave her,” I said after a beat. “Puriel. I can’t walk away from her.”
He nodded once, quiet.
“I know.”
And just like that, the moment passed.
His face shifted back into its usual sardonic, king-of-hell expression.
Then he sat and leaned back, crossed his legs, and smirked. “Alright, then. Tell me… how the hell did you trick the Goddess of Chastity into sucking your d*ck?”
My face deadpanned. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “I need to know if I should host a damn banquet or prepare a realm-wide apology tour.”
I sighed.
“I didn’t do anything,” I muttered, sitting down on the stairs of the throne dais like a war general recounting battle scars. “It wasn’t a plan. We were investigating a divine crystal that’d gone berserk—long story short, it sucked us into this sealed cave. Completely isolated. Divine and demonic mana were in perfect equilibrium. It canceled our teleportation, nullified portals. We couldn’t leave.”
He nodded slowly, intrigued. “Go on.”
“We tried blasting it. Nothing worked. Then we noticed something weird—a scent. Subtle at first. Sweet. Aphrodisiac-like. Familiar.”
“Lust?”
“Partly. But not fully,” I said. “That’s what made it dangerous. It wasn’t pure lust. It had this… underlying tone. Something deeper. Calmer. And when we got close, when we fused powers—”
I gestured vaguely to my core, which flared once beneath my chest.
“—it triggered something.”
He frowned. “What do you mean ‘fused’?”
I hesitated. “I mean… her divine magic reacted to my wrath core. Not violently. Not defensively. It welcomed it. Like it was meant to balance.”
He muttered a curse under his breath. “And she just—what—jumped you?”
“No!” I snapped. “It wasn’t like that. We were both affected. The scent. The energy. It hit us hard. She tried to resist. I tried to joke through it. But the environment—it kept pushing.”
His gaze sharpened. “You’re saying the cave was designed to do this?”
I nodded. “Not just trap us. Test us. It was like… someone wanted divine and demonic energy to mix. Not clash. Merge.”
His face darkened.
“You said the scent was familiar.”
I nodded again. “It reminded me of the Lust Palace. Not Asmo’s. His father’s era. But even then… not quite the same. The real match? Came later. When Puriel said she recognized the other part of the scent. She said it came from the Love Goddess’s domain.”
He froze.
“The what?”
I blinked. “You don’t know her?”
His expression told me enough.
“She’s… real,” I said. “Supposedly. Never joined the war. Never picked sides. Advocated for unity. Harmony.”
He scoffed. “Sounds naive.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. But she’s powerful. Enough to blend mana types into something that affects both light and shadow without resistance.”
His eyes narrowed. “And you think she set this up?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But someone did. Someone who wanted to see what happened when a devil and a goddess… stop fighting.”
His mouth twisted. “And start fucking.”
I glared. “Dad.”
He grinned. “What? I’m proud. That’s legendary tier corruption.”
I muttered under my breath. “It wasn’t corruption.”
“No?”
I shook my head. “It was… something else.”
He didn’t laugh that time.
He just looked at me.
“I believe you,” he said finally. “But that doesn’t mean you’re safe. If the Queen locks her daughter up—or worse, blames you for manipulating her—”
“She won’t,” I said. “Puriel’s not weak.”
He leaned back in his throne again.
“She’s still divine,” he muttered. “And you’re still a devil. If it comes to war, you better be ready to protect what you claim to love.”
I stood up slowly, core pulsing steady.
“I am.”
He didn’t smile.
But he nodded.
And in the language of kings and monsters?
That was enough.