Seven Sins System Chapter 719. Proof

Seven Sins System Chapter 719. Proof

My hand hovered, and with a flick of two fingers, Telekinesis activated. His unconscious body floated, limbs limp, head tilted back like he was dreaming through a nightmare. My tentacles re-emerged, wrapping around him gently but tight. Just in case.

He was proof.

That someone had gone too far.

That mortals tried to make their gods and ended up making something that wanted to kill all of them instead.

And yeah, now he was mine.

My portal opened. The tear to my realm pulsed wide and ready, lined with that red-black light that made even archangels flinch. I walked through first. The stitched-up hybrid followed like a ghost on invisible threads.

The scent of volcanic ash disappeared. Replaced by home. Heatless infernal wind. The sharp bite of mana-saturated air. The feeling of ground that thrummed under your feet like it was alive. My realm welcomed me with silence and power.

And someone else's voice.

“Step back!”

It was high. Slightly shrill. Sharp like a claw scraping metal.

I looked up.

Yeah.

Lily.

My sister.

Standing with her wings out and her nails already half-shifted into blades, her hellfire aura flaring like she was ready to start round two of the war I just finished. And in front of her?

The bat.

He crouched low, wings pulled in, clearly panicking.

“W-Wait, your highness—he brought me! The crown prince brought me here!” the bat shrieked, almost crawling backward.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, still dragging the limp hybrid behind me.

“He’s right,” I said. “I brought him here.”

Lily blinked. “Brother?”

She blinked again, her eyes flaring with that demonic crimson glow. She stepped forward like she was about to launch herself into me for a full hug but then caught a whiff of the thing behind me and froze.

She wrinkled her nose. Her claws twitched.

“What the fuck is that?”

I didn’t answer right away. Just turned my head toward the hybrid.

His mana was still leaking. Even unconscious, the energy inside him buzzed like broken machinery. Angel and demon cores still trying to assert dominance inside one fragile shell.

Lily sniffed again, nose curling.

“It smells… disgusting. Like divine rot. But also sulfur and shadow.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “That’s the problem. We need to go to Dad.”

She blinked. “That thing? To Dad?”

“Yeah,” I said again. “I’ve got crucial information. And he needs to see this. The bat’s coming too.”

“The king?” the bat squeaked, wings twitching nervously.

I reached out, grabbed the bat by the shoulder, ignoring his little flinch, and activated Teleport.

The air cracked around us.

And then...

We arrived.

The office.

Dark velvet walls. Gold-etched bookshelves. Infernal crystal chandeliers dripping lazy sparks from the ceiling. The place reeked of contracts, and someone who used other people’s souls as coffee stirrers.

And there. Right there.

On the throne-like desk.

Not working.

Obviously.

Because Diablo was currently buried inside one of his favorite succubi.

Literally.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered.

Diablo froze mid-thrust. He looked over his shoulder slowly. His eyes locked on mine.

“…Seriously?” he said, completely deadpan. “You brought audience?”

I was still deadpanning.

“I need to speak. Now. Cut it out.”

The succubus, one of the newer ones I didn’t bother to remember, let out a surprised gasp and clung to him tighter. “Your Majesty~”

I didn’t raise my voice.

Didn’t move.

Just looked at her.

Straight into her eyes.

Full Wrath Lord mode.

My death stare said everything.

“Get off him or I will carve you into seven screaming pieces and hang your spine like a wind chime.”

Oh yeah. If a succubus could make other demons pause, squirm, maybe even beg? That charm didn’t work on me. Not even close.

I had no mercy for anyone who got in my way.

Especially not someone who thought they could slither between my mission and the answers I needed.

Not someone who thought their pleasure was more important than my purpose.

Her soul flinched first.

Like it realized how close it was to being devoured.

Then her body followed.

She untangled herself like she’d been caught stealing royal jewels. Awkward. Panicked.

She tried to play it off with a shaky smile.

“O-of course, my prince, forgive me—”

I didn’t blink.

Didn’t speak.

Just kept staring like I already saw the place I’d bury her.

She fled. High heels clicking on obsidian tile like they were running from Judgment Day.

And yeah… she was gone in three seconds flat.

Diablo groaned. Adjusted his pants lazily. Sat back into his chair like this was all very annoying.

“You know,” he muttered, “for someone named after wrath, you sure know how to kill my mood.”

I gestured to the unconscious hybrid still floating in my tentacle hold.

“This,” I said, “is why I’m interrupting your little sex sabbatical.”

He looked at the body. Raised a brow.

“What, you finally tried to make a boyfriend and broke him halfway?”

I didn’t even blink.

“Analyzed him,” I said. “He’s a mortal. Was a mortal. Died in a maze. Landed on a coffin.”

Diablo raised both brows this time. Slowly sat forward.

I kept going.

“The coffin cracked. Inside? Residue from a failed prototype. One of theirs. Mortal attempt to fuse a demonic core and a divine one.”

“Let me guess,” Diablo said. “It worked.”

I nodded. “Kinda. Not well. He’s unstable. Thinks he’s a soldier. Thinks he’s an angel. Then flips and thinks he’s a mortal again. Fought like all three. Nearly broke the volcano where I found him.”

Diablo rubbed his jaw, suddenly serious.

“The volcano?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I picked the place since it’s kinda similar to hell.”

His aura pulsed once. A slow, tight flare of recognition.

Then he looked at the bat, who flinched again and dropped into a bow.

“Your Majesty,” the bat squeaked.

Diablo didn’t respond.

He stood slowly and walked around the desk. His steps were quiet. Heavy.

He stood in front of the hybrid. Reached out and touched the kid’s forehead with two fingers.

I saw it through the residual spark between them.

Yeah, he analyzed him.

Diablo sighed.

Then looked at me.

“Alright,” he said. “Tell me everything. From the beginning.”

I leaned back slightly. The tension finally left my shoulders. Just a bit.

Because now?

Now I wasn’t alone in this mess.

And whatever came next?

We were going to burn through it.