Seven Sins System Chapter 714. Seed of Abyssal
Seven Sins System Chapter 714. Seed of Abyssal
I raised my hand. My nails split slightly, dark light bleeding out between them. The mana hissed, alive, eager to move. I focused.
“Devil’s Craft.”
The air shifted. Pressure built around us like the room was holding its breath. I pulled my demonic power, shaping it between my palms. It twisted, liquefied, then condensed into a black-purple sphere the size of a heart. Smoke rose off it, curling like silk, humming with raw infernal resonance.
[New Item Created: Seed of Abyssal Genesis]
[Type: Core-Grade Artifact]
[Description: A condensed fragment of the Wrath Lord’s demonic essence. Can stabilize or reforge dying demonic cores. May cause soul evolution. Warning: direct contact can induce partial memory restoration.]
The system voice faded with a faint chime. My chest ached where the fragment came from, like something inside me didn’t want to be given away.
I crouched again, holding the seed out toward the bat. “Come on. Eat it,” I said softly.
It hesitated. Its little nose twitched once, then twice, then it darted forward and swallowed the glowing seed whole. The effect was instant.
The room darkened. Air pressure spiked. Puriel’s light aura flared defensively, and my tentacles coiled tighter in reflex.
“Easy,” I murmured, watching the shadow around the bat stretch, distort, and then — explode outward.
Mana howled. A ripple of demonic energy burst through the hall like thunder. Dust and loose papers flew from the ground. Chains rattled. Runes on the walls flickered as if recognizing something ancient.
When the haze cleared, it was no longer a bat.
Still winged, yes — but the wings were huge now, wide and leathery with veins of faint crimson. The creature had grown to the size of a wolf, its fur black and shimmering like oil. Its eyes glowed deep red, bright enough to cast shadows on the ceiling.
It landed with a low thud, crouched, trembling — then lifted its head.
“Y… yo…ur H-Highness…”
The voice came out raw, like stones grinding underwater.
I straightened slowly. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “That’s me.”
It shuddered again, folding its wings closer. “Your Highness… you came back.”
“Apparently,” I muttered. “Took me a few centuries.”
It looked around, the glow in its eyes dimming with confusion. “This place… it still stands?”
“Barely,” I said. “You were here the whole time?”
“I don’t know,” it said. Its voice trembled. “There was light. Fire. Screaming. Then silence. I… fled. Hid in smaller form. Forgot myself. Until…” It looked up at me again. “Until you called.”
That line hit harder than I expected.
I didn’t answer right away. Just stared at it.
Puriel stepped forward cautiously. “You recognize him?”
The creature’s head snapped toward her. Its wings flared, shadow stretching like a blade. “You…” it hissed. “She… why is she here?”
I stepped between them before he did something suicidal. My tentacles shifted behind me, not threatening, just present.
“She’s with me,” I said, calm but firm. “For now. We’re here to find out what happened. To everyone. Demons. Angels. Whatever the mortals did here — we’re ending it.”
He bared fangs, low growl rumbling in his chest. “She’s not one of us.”
“No,” I said. “But she’s not one of them either.”
The silence that followed wasn’t friendly, but it was heavy enough to feel like an agreement.
Puriel didn’t flinch, didn’t defend herself. She just met his gaze. Quiet. Steady.
Finally, he exhaled — a sound like a sigh mixed with a growl. “Then follow me. There is something you must see.”
He turned, wings folding into his back as he moved deeper into the ruins. My tentacles receded, sliding into my body again. I gave Puriel a look that said stay close, and we followed.
The corridors shifted as we walked — wider, colder, thicker with mana residue. Each step echoed like it was walking on old prayers. The walls were still carved with celestial glyphs, but beneath them I saw infernal marks — our marks — burned into the same stone. Angelic and demonic symbols, merged. Like someone was trying to fuse heaven and hell in a blender made of bones.
“Beautiful in a sick way,” I muttered.
Puriel didn’t answer. She was staring at the walls, her lips tight.
The creature led us through a cracked archway. The air changed again — thicker, metallic, humming with what felt like restrained magic.
And then I saw it.
A chamber.
Bigger than any of the others.
Rows of rectangular stone recesses lined the walls — spaces that fit bodies or… coffins. Some were open. Some sealed. Some gone. One near the center was shattered completely, blackened at the edges like something had burst out from within.
The air reeked of ash, iron, and burnt incense.
“Here,” the creature said, lowering its head. “They built this hall to store their creations.”
I stepped closer to the broken one.
Inside, traces of energy still shimmered — a swirl of black-red demonic residue entangled with pale gold light and… mortal mana.
That mix shouldn’t exist.
Couldn’t.
I crouched, brushing a hand through the lingering dust. The touch made my skin tingle. It wasn’t just energy — it was alive, or had been.
“Oh, wait…” I murmured. My heart kicked once. “I think I know this signature.”
Puriel frowned. “What do you mean?”
I looked up at her. “The creature we fought before. The one in the forest—the hybrid that recognized me.”
Her eyes widened. “The one that called you ‘my lord’.”
“Yeah,” I said. “That one.”
She glanced at the broken coffin, realization dawning slowly. “You think it came from here?”
“I don’t think,” I said. “I’m sure. Look at the mana blend. It’s too specific. Demonic base, angelic infusion, human stabilizer. This is exactly what that thing’s aura felt like.”
The creature flared its wings uneasily. “You mean… one of these escaped?”
“Escaped or released,” I said, standing. “And judging by what we saw — it wasn’t stable. Maybe they tried to fuse divine and infernal essence and gave it a mortal vessel. But it didn’t hold.”
Puriel stepped closer, running her hand along the cracked stone. The remnants of the seal shimmered faintly under her touch. “The craftsmanship is… terrifying. These glyphs — they’re ours. The structure’s angelic. But the power flow… is yours.”