Seven Sins System Chapter 630. Light in The Arms of Sin
Seven Sins System Chapter 630. Light in The Arms of Sin
I activated Teleportation without hesitation. The world blinked and shifted.
I was back in my office.
And there she was.
Ivy. My secretary. Still in her sharp, wine-red suit, hair neatly pinned, a tablet hovering beside her filled with the day's reports. She turned at once when she sensed me.
“Your Highness,” she said, smiling with something between reverence and genuine relief. “You’re back.”
I didn’t waste time. I stepped forward, grabbed her hand. “No time to explain. I’ll tell you later.”
Her eyes widened—just a flicker.
Another flash.
‘Teleportation.’
I blinked into Lily’s chamber.
Empty.
The moment I felt it, my stomach dropped. A flicker of worry tickled the base of my spine.
“Lily?” I called out, scanning the shadows. The bed was untouched. The mirrors along the walls dimmed, no illusion or presence left behind.
Damn it.
I reached out, stretched my perception. Not in the chamber. Not anywhere in her wing. So where—?
I snapped my fingers and reappeared in the playroom.
Dark red velvet. Chains on the walls. Satin cushions scattered like a bad joke. And completely still—except for one low-level servant nervously scrubbing a bloodstain off the floor. He froze when he saw me.
Eyes wide. Shoulders rigid. Scrub brush still in hand.
“Y-Your Highness!”
I stepped toward him. “Lily. Where is she?”
He paled. “T-the torture room, my Lord. She… she’s playing. With some doomed souls.”
“Ah,” I said. Paused. Nodded. “Nice to hear she picked up a good hobby.”
He blinked at me, unsure whether to laugh or flee.
I vanished again.
‘Teleportation.’
The torture chamber welcomed me with the sound of screams and fire.
The walls were carved obsidian, runes glowing hot with recent pain. Hooks and chains hung in perfect rhythm, and a crimson fog drifted low across the floor. The scent hit first—burned flesh, sulfur, old iron, and something distinctly… sweet. Like sugar laced with madness.
And then I heard it.
That laugh.
High-pitched. Delighted. Unhinged.
Lily.
She stood at the far end of the room in full demoness form—horns glowing faintly, her wings unfurled like she wanted to wrap the entire room in her chaos. She spun with a dance-like step, laughing as a chained soul writhed under a fire rune trap. Flames licked the poor bastard’s back, and Lily just twirled in place, her tail lazily flicking droplets of blood from her fingertips.
I stepped forward.
“Lily,” I called out, loud enough to echo but sharp enough to cut through the screams.
She turned mid-step, tail curling in surprise. The fire behind her pulsed once. The chains went slack.
She saw me. And just like that, her form shifted—horns shrinking, wings folding, skin softening into her more charming, elegant shape. The one that could walk through any noble court and steal hearts in five seconds flat.
“Brother~” she sang, voice dripping with delight. “You’re here!”
“Yeah,” I said. “And we’ve got no time.”
I grabbed her hand, ignoring the dried blood on her wrist, and with a snap…
‘Teleportation.’
We landed back in my father’s office.
Diablo was already seated again. His two secretaries were in place beside him—one adjusting scrolls, the other quietly muttering reports under her breath. Both looked up when I reappeared, their gazes flicking to Lily and Ivy immediately.
Lily raised her hand. “Hi,” she said sweetly, ignoring the smear of ash on her cheek. Ivy simply gave a polite nod to the room and stepped toward me.
My father looked at me with narrowed eyes.
“You were gone longer than expected.”
I exhaled, brushing soot off my sleeve. “Had to search for Lily first. She was… busy.”
“She tends to be.”
“Yep. Fire. Chains. The usual.”
Lily beamed. “He ruined my fun.”
I ignored her and walked toward the desk again. The candles still sat there.
My father didn’t waste time. “We light one. Carefully. We smell. We assess. If something starts to awaken, we pull out.” He glanced at the secretaries.
“Yes, my Lord,” they both responded in unison.
I nodded once at Ivy, who stepped behind me, placing her hand gently against my back. Lily, now toned down and barefoot for some reason, leaned into my side with a lazy smile. “You better not faint,” she whispered.
“Same to you,” I murmured.
Diablo reached forward, picked up the candle labeled Sinshine. The glow from its core was warmer than the others—like the memory inside was basking in eternal light. His eyes narrowed.
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” I said.
He snapped his fingers.
The candle flared to life.
The scent hit immediately.
Warm. Gold. Sweet in a way that bypassed logic and went straight for the chest. It smelled like… hope. Like home. Like something that should’ve never existed down here, in the pit.
My throat tightened. I felt Ivy’s arm flex around me. Lily tightened her grip on my hand.
But the memory was bleeding through. Not just scent—but sensation.
Winds brushing over sunlit cliffs.
Feathers caught in a slow breeze.
Light. Real light. Pure. Not demonic firelight.
Divine.
I clenched my jaw. “Yeah. It’s real,” I rasped. “It’s real.”
My father’s hands had gone still. His breathing shallow.
“This is the Light Realm,” he said. Not a question. Just a quiet statement of fact. His eyes narrowed slightly, the flicker of the flame reflecting in them like distant stars. “But this candle… it’s mixed with something from the Light Realm. Not the same as what we smell in the cave. Similar, yes. But… different. Cleaner.”
The light flickered again. Stronger.
Ivy pulled a thread of magic tighter around me, anchoring. I reached out and pressed my palm to the desk.
“We kill the flame now,” I said. “Before it calls something through.”
Diablo didn’t hesitate. He pinched the flame between his fingers. It hissed once and died.
The room fell silent again.
Everyone still. Breathing slowly. Hearts hammering in rhythm.
We looked at each other. No words needed.
That scent wasn’t just a hallucination.
It was a message.
Someone wanted us to remember.
And someone had carried the Light… straight into the arms of Sin.