Seven Sins System Chapter 722. No Fighting for My Attention
Seven Sins System Chapter 722. No Fighting for My Attention
I sighed. Looked at the bat again.
He was watching now. Quiet. Still broken.
But watching.
The hybrid twitched again, murmuring something that sounded like a prayer and a curse blended together. His core flickered like a dying star.
“I’ll do it,” I said. “But we need security. Real lockdown. This doesn’t leak.”
Diablo nodded. “No one gets in or out. No records. No couriers. I’ll seal the realm if I have to.”
We both stood there in the red-lit office. Coffins glowing. Monsters twitching. A broken soldier crouched like a shadow in the corner.
I turned to Diablo.
“You better send a letter to the Light Realm,” I said. “The sooner, the better. We can’t sit on this.”
He didn’t speak. Just nodded slowly.
“And,” I continued, “I think the other Lords of Sin need to know. If any of them were involved with this, even indirectly, even if it’s something as simple as a fulfilled contract or a mortal’s wish gone wrong, they need to hear it. Now.”
Diablo exhaled through his nose. The sound low and heavy.
“I agree,” he said. “I hate it, but I agree.”
Then he snapped his fingers.
Seven glowing orbs appeared instantly. Each one pulsing with a unique infernal hue, their cores like burning stars frozen mid-beat. The temperature in the room shifted with them, responding to their presence.
King’s Messenger Orbs.
Not used unless it was an emergency.
They spun once around Diablo’s head and shot out in every direction, through walls, through gates, through planes. They didn’t ask for permission. Just moved.
I frowned. “Seven?”
He smirked. “One’s for your sister.”
And yeah, not even five seconds later, a portal cracked open to the side of the room with a whiny high-pitched pop, then a leg stepped through, heels hitting tile with attitude.
Lily.
My sister.
Full pride-mode. Tail swishing, long hair tossed to the side like she was modeling for a cursed magazine cover. Wings half-furled, horns glinting like she polished them before teleporting.
She looked at me first.
Pouted.
“I knew it. I thought you finally came back for me,” she said, hands on hips. “But nooo… you came for Dad.”
Diablo laughed like a sitcom character. “Hey, hey, hey—no fighting for my attention, my children.”
“I don’t want your attention.” She rolled her eyes. She didn’t even look at him. Just pointed a clawed finger at me. “I want his.” Her gaze fixed on me, sharp and accusing.
I sighed. “I will,” I muttered. “But first? Work.”
I pointed toward the coffins.
She followed the gesture and froze.
Her nose wrinkled instantly. “Okay. That is something.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Something really fucked up.”
She walked closer and knelt near one of the open coffins. Her hand hovered over it but didn’t touch. Her voice dropped. “That’s angelic and demonic resonance… but tied with mortal core frequency? What the hell?”
“Exactly.”
More portals began to open. Flickers of heat and greed and scent flooded in as the room filled with the rest of the Lords.
The first to arrive? Mamon.
Slick. Calculated. Clutching a shimmering gold tablet in one hand, digits swiping furiously as if even in this emergency he was still tracking his stocks, soul bonds, or maybe the collapse crypto fortune.
“You better have a damn good reason for this, Your Majesty,” Mamon said sharply, not even looking up from his screen. “I was in the middle of throwing the mortal economy into a spiraling collapse.”
“Good,” Diablo said, “That means you're in the right mood for this.”
Next came Asmo.
Half-naked.
Harness-clad.
Fully erect.
“Can we please make this fast?” he said, groaning dramatically. “I was mid-play. And I was so close to finishing.”
“Your d*ck’s out,” Lily deadpanned.
“I know,” Asmo growled. “I’m a lust, not wrath like your brother.”
“Ew.”
Then came Belph.
Or rather, Belph being carried in on a floating pillow, completely horizontal, blanket wrapped around his body like a curse. His eyes were barely open. A trail of drool sparkled on his lower lip.
“’M I dead?” he mumbled. “Is this a nightmare? Is someone cooking?”
“No,” Diablo said. “But it might be worse.”
Another portal flared.
Levi strolled in, eyes locked on a mortal phone. The hue of his aura matched the weird slimy pajamas he wore, like he didn’t care whether he was summoned to a meeting or a nap. He scrolled idly.
“Mortals are trending a new dance. It’s called ‘Godify me,’” Levi said without looking up. “Seems related.”
“You think?” I muttered.
Finally, Luci arrived.
Wine glass in hand. Smugness weaponized. His smile was so casual it physically hurt.
“Oh look. A family reunion,” Luci said. “And here I thought only I was allowed to cause apocalyptic emergencies.”
“Shut up, Luci,” I muttered.
“Never.”
Diablo clapped his hands once, cutting through the tension. The room silenced.
“You’re all here,” he said. “Good.”
One by one, they turned toward the display. The glowing coffins. The hybrid still restrained, twitching. The small, broken bat in the corner. The glow of corrupted magic that should never exist.
Silence.
Asmo broke it first. “Okay. Who the fck let mortals make babies with cores?”
“Not babies,” I said. “Weapons.”
I explained it again. Fast this time. Clean. Focused. Let them see what it was. What it meant. I told them what I saw, what I fought, what I bled for.
And they listened.
Because when the Lord of Wrath starts talking about a threat bigger than himself?
Even the lazy ones shut up.
Even Luci’s smirk dropped slightly.
When I finished, I stepped back and let the silence hang.
Mamon adjusted his glasses. “So they’re blending divine and infernal essence into mortal shells.”
“Yes.”
“Like building a stock portfolio made of war crimes.”
“Exactly.”
Belph mumbled into his pillow, “That sounds exhausting…”
Levi finally looked up from his phone. “We didn’t catch any of this. Nothing on the networks. Nothing on the soul flows. If they’ve been testing this…”
“They hid it well,” I said. “And it’s growing.”