Seven Sins System Chapter 667. Be Consistent

Seven Sins System Chapter 667. Be Consistent

Everything was… normal.

Or close enough.

Still, they watched me.

Evie leaned in closer halfway through the second glass of wine.

“You’re still not saying what’s bothering you.”

“Because it doesn’t matter,” I said.

Claire’s gaze sharpened. “We think it does.”

I met her eyes. Let the silence say enough.

Rachel chewed her lip. “Is it something we did?”

“No,” I said. “It’s something I did.”

They didn’t ask more after that.

Didn’t push.

Just shifted. Toned down the teasing. Asked about mission planning instead. Scheduling. Exams.

I listened.

Asked questions.

Laughed once.

Even if it felt a little out of place in my throat.

Eventually, Rachel dragged me to the balcony. We danced—slow, swaying to music only she heard in her head. She rested her cheek on my chest. I let her. Evie stole my tie while we danced and wore it like a collar. Claire stood at the rail, watching the city like she was reading omens in neon.

I leaned against the glass beside her later.

“You’re still in love with something you can’t name,” she said quietly.

I didn’t deny it.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have us, too,” she added.

My eyes closed for a second. “Isn’t that selfish?”

“You’re a devil,” Claire said. “Be consistent.”

Her voice was calm, but it carried something beneath it—dry amusement, maybe. Or that unshakable elf thing where she sounded like she already knew the next five moves and was just watching to see if I’d choose the right one.

The city below blinked in neon and fog. Streetlights flickering like nervous candles. Somewhere down there, mortals were screaming into their phones about late taxis and missed reservations while I stood on a private glass balcony with a girl who knew my true name.

And yeah…

It felt quieter up here than it should.

I glanced at her, then back at the skyline.

“Sorry,” I said, voice low.

Claire turned her head slightly, studying me from the corner of her eye. “…For?”

“For being inconsistent.”

She didn’t answer right away.

Neither did I.

The silence pressed between us like fog against skin. Not cold. Just… thick. Lingering.

I exhaled through my nose, watching the cloud of breath disappear into the air.

“I know I’ve been throwing a lot of my energy around,” I said. “My mind. My focus. First, it was the mission. Tracking down the summoning trails, finding where the planar leak was coming from. All of that.”

Claire gave a small nod but didn’t interrupt.

“And then…” My voice lowered. “Then it became about her.”

Still no interruption.

Because she didn’t need to say her name.

She already knew.

Puriel.

“I knew who she was from the beginning,” I admitted. “And that’s exactly why I kept looking at her.”

Claire shifted beside me, just a little. Not away. Just… closer.

“And yeah,” I continued. “I put a lot of my attention there. Because we shared a goal. A mission. A history we didn’t want to talk about. I thought maybe if we solved the case, the rest would settle on its own.”

I looked down at the reflection of the stars in the building’s windows.

“But I ended up putting less of that weight here.”

Her brows knit slightly.

“I mean with you three,” I clarified. “With you. Rachel. Evie.”

Claire’s eyes softened. She didn’t smile, didn’t frown. Just listened.

“I didn’t stop caring,” I added quickly. “But… the balance—”

“You still ‘fed’ us,” Claire said gently.

That made me laugh, quiet and low.

“I do,” I murmured, smirking.

She tilted her head, watching my grin but not smiling yet. “Emotionally and otherwise.”

I glanced over at her, met her gaze.

“Still,” I said. “That doesn’t fix the imbalance.”

I smiled again—bittersweet this time. “Our relationship. The weight, the heaviness. It feels unfair between you and her. Doesn’t it?”

Claire looked down at her hands, clasped loosely in front of her.

“It does,” she admitted. “Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

She gave me that slow, neutral elven look that said she was choosing her words very carefully. “We’re not blind, Azrael. We’ve seen how you look at her. How quiet you get after she leaves. You wear it like blood. But we also know what you’ve given us. That’s not fake.”

I didn’t breathe for a moment.

She went on, her voice steady. “You’re not a saint. You don’t love like a mortal. You give us what you can. And when you do—it burns.”

I looked at her. Fully.

“Are you angry?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “I’m…” She paused, exhaled slowly. “I’m watching. Waiting. Seeing if the flame we’re holding is still ours. Or if it’s just something borrowed while your heart works itself out.”

That one hit.

Not sharp.

But deep.

I turned toward her. Reached for her hand.

She let me take it.

“It’s not borrowed,” I said. “It’s not temporary. I’m just trying not to destroy anything while figuring out how to keep everything. I’m a Wrath. I used to chaos. Violance. War. But this… This is different.”

“That,” Claire said, “sounds exactly like something a devil would say.”

“I’m trying to be better.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

Her thumb brushed over mine. Just once.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” she added. “Just… don’t disappear.”

My throat tightened. I hadn’t realized it until I tried to speak again.

I cleared it and nodded. “I’m still here.”

Rachel appeared at the balcony door, her smile soft and a little sleepy. “Are you guys done brooding or should I come back in five?”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Come on. He’s all yours.”

I blinked. “Wow. Passed around like a party favor.”

Evie leaned out behind Rachel, already wearing my tie like a scarf and holding two flutes of champagne. “You love it.”

“I do,” I muttered, stepping back in.

Claire didn’t let go of my hand until the moment she had to. No drama. No words.

Just the promise of presence.

The rest of the night unraveled slow and warm. Laughter. Dessert. Shared glances. Quiet affection beneath tablecloths. Fox tails wrapped around ankles. Bunny ears twitching with mock outrage. Elven silence heavy with knowing.

And me?

I wasn’t fixed.

But I felt steadier.

Still cracked.

But no longer empty.