Seven Sins System Chapter 636. Home Sweet Dorm

Seven Sins System Chapter 636. Home Sweet Dorm

I stood at the center of my room, bare feet on the cool tile floor. My shoulders ached a bit. Either way, I rolled them back and muttered, “Home sweet dorm.”

Outside the frosted windows, the sun had long dipped past the horizon. A few stars flickered to life in the sky.

Then I saw him.

My double.

Sitting in my chair by the desk like a mannequin someone had forgotten to put away. Legs crossed, arms relaxed, his fingers gently tapping against the armrest like he was waiting for nothing in particular.

I sighed, raised a hand, and spoke the recall command like brushing off lint. “Return.”

The body shimmered. Then melted, thinning into slick black tendrils before slithering back into my palm with a gentle shhlkt.

And just like that, I was alone again.

I rubbed my temples and wandered toward my bed, dropping my weight into it with a low grunt. The mattress gave a soft whoof, familiar and comforting, if still a little firm. My gaze drifted toward the ceiling.

Should I head to Puriel’s place?

Or should I wait?

My gut said move. But part of me was tired. Not just physically—though I’d been through enough today to flatten a minor demon lord—but emotionally. Mentally.

But then—

A ripple.

It was subtle. A faint pressure. A shimmer on the edge of perception. Divine, golden-white energy stirred. I turned immediately, body tensing.

Then she appeared.

“Azrael…” she called, her voice soft but clear.

And then she saw me.

And gasped.

Her gaze dropped immediately—and with an indignant little squeak, she turned around so fast her heels actually clicked on the floor.

“Seriously?!”

I blinked. “…Huh?”

I followed her eyes and—oh.

Right. Naked again.

“Ah,” I muttered, glancing down. “Right.”

I flicked my wrist lazily, summoning my Telekinesis.

My wardrobe groaned softly as the door creaked open, neatly folded clothes floating out.

“I’ve got clothes on now,” I said casually.

She still didn’t turn around right away.

Strange.

Puriel wasn’t usually this quiet. Usually, she’d scold me, snap something sarcastic, complain about divine protocols, or lecture me about modesty while blushing like a saint caught in a nightclub. But now?

Her posture was… still. Not tense. Not embarrassed in the usual way. Just quiet. Like she was processing.

Then she slowly turned.

Her face was calm.

But not peaceful. Not quite.

There was a flush on her cheeks, sure—but her eyes were what caught me. That flicker of uncertainty. A glimmer of confusion. Or maybe… hesitation?

“You just got back from your realm?” she asked.

I blinked. “Obviously. I said that, didn’t I?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip slightly. Her gaze dropped again—but not just to avoid. She was looking. Carefully.

Then silence.

I frowned. “Okay… you look like you want to say something, but you’re holding yourself back. What is it?”

Her eyes snapped to mine. Her voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper.

“Your body… those marks.”

My brows lifted slightly.

She continued, her words slower now, like she wasn’t sure she should speak them. “Did you just have sex with… Ivy?”

I tilted my head. Oh. That.

Honestly, it hadn’t crossed my mind how that would register with her. But now, I realized—it did matter to her. We had a bond now. Ever since that night in the cave.

And now she noticed the marks.

I didn’t dodge it. I didn’t lie.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I did.”

She took a slow breath. Not jealous. Not angry. But definitely affected.

Before the silence grew awkward, I added, “It was the candle.”

Puriel’s brows pulled together. “Candle?”

I nodded. “Same scent as in the cave. That divine-demonic blend. We lit one in my realm. Didn’t realize it at first, but it wasn’t just a pleasure-enhancing artifact. It triggered… everything. Emotions. Energy. Even memories. I think it’s a link.”

“A link to what?”

“To whatever started this whole mess.”

She hesitated again, arms folding across her chest—more out of needing to ground herself than defensiveness. “So it’s from your realm?”

“Not exactly.” I met her gaze. “Partially, it came from yours.”

Puriel blinked. “From the Light Realm?”

“Which is why I wanted to ask you,” I continued, voice low. “Did you get anything? Talk to anyone? Maybe the Love Goddess? Or even your mother?”

That finally got her.

She glanced away, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. “I met the Love Goddess.”

“And?”

“She… smelled it.”

I straightened a little. “Smell what?”

“Your scent.”

“And?”

“She looked… happy.”

My thoughts stopped.

The Love Goddess—an entity of divine law, restrained affection, and nearly unreachable empathy—looked happy when she sensed my infernal scent? On Puriel’s body?

That wasn’t good. That wasn’t normal.

I crossed my arms, letting my voice drop. “Alright… spill it.”

Puriel bit her lip again, clearly wrestling with how to explain. “Like… like when a mother sees her child growing up. Or like someone recognizing something long-lost returning to the world. It wasn’t a trap. It wasn’t fear. Just this… warm, knowing expression.”

“…That’s worse.”

“What?”

“Because it means she knows more than we do. And she’s not stopping it.”

Puriel fell quiet again.

I moved to sit on the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees, head down. My fingers curled slightly, shadows twitching under my skin like restrained instincts trying to speak.

“I don’t like this,” I muttered. “The divine side isn’t resisting the corruption. They’re welcoming it.”

Puriel stepped closer, almost hesitant. “You think she wants the realms to merge?”

“I think…” I looked up at her. “She wants me in her realm. Not as a visitor. As a part of it.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“…And you?” she asked softly. “What do you want?”

I didn’t answer right away.

Because I didn’t know.

Not fully.

My heart still pulled toward the demon realm. It was my birthright. My power. My throne. But there was something about Puriel.

“I want to know the truth,” I said at last. “Before I choose a side. Before sides even matter.”