Seven Sins System Chapter 723. New Meeting
Seven Sins System Chapter 723. New Meeting
Diablo nodded, his gaze sharp. “That’s why I summoned you. This goes beyond experiments. This is doctrine. Someone wants gods of their own. And they might already have them.”
Asmo folded his arms. “And what, you want us to play nice with the Light Realm?”
“No,” Diablo said, his tone low and controlled, “but soon, I will make a new meeting. One that includes the Celestials. So I need to tell you guys what happened… and what all of this is really about.” He glanced toward the broken coffins scattered like cursed relics across the obsidian floor, then to the restrained hybrid, still spasming under my Pride injection, jaw clenched, eyes unfocused like he was stuck flickering between lifetimes.
I crossed my arms and smirked. “Yeah. You all need to know about it. Since I’m the one who worked for this. I’m the one who fought. I’m the one who dug it all up. No one knew except me.”
My voice was cool, but the edge? Sharp enough to draw blood.
I wasn’t really mad.
Okay. Maybe I was a little.
Diablo turned to me, raising both eyebrows. “Hey now. No butthurt, son.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not butthurt. Just calling it what it is.”
He stepped forward, closer, his tail flicking behind him in that lazy, deceptive rhythm he always had when he was about to say something that punched you without needing a fist.
“This problem wasn’t supposed to exist. It was meant to stay hidden. And the less people who knew about it, the better. But now?” He swept a hand over the room, over the hybrid, over the flickering cores, over the scared little bat shivering near the wall. “Now it changes everything.”
I clicked my tongue. Didn’t argue. Because yeah…
He was right.
Again.
Of course he was.
I hated how often he was right.
The mortal world wasn’t supposed to get this far. They weren’t supposed to have this level of fusion. This level of corruption. They weren’t supposed to play god and succeed at it.
But they did.
And now we had to show the Light Realm.
Whether they wanted to see it or not.
Luci finally sipped his wine. He had that same smug grin painted across his lips like it was permanent. “Oh. Now that’s a meeting I’d enjoy,” he said smoothly. “Watching the high choir scramble for answers while we explain to them that mortals are building demi-gods in their basements.”
“You just want to watch someone cry,” I muttered.
“I want to watch them cry and know they deserved it.”
Typical Luci.
He sipped his wine like he hadn’t just wished emotional devastation on half the celestial government, while the rest of us stood in the middle of Dad’s office surrounded by twitching hybrids, dead gods-in-progress, and enough evidence of divine tampering to start a war.
I shook my head slowly, jaw clenched.
This was real.
This was too real.
And it was only getting worse.
“So…” Asmo drawled from across the room. “It’s later, right? I mean, I can go back to my play now?” He gestured downward. At his still-very-much-erect situation barely contained by the straps of his leather harness. “It’s just... if I stay like this too long, it’s going to start making decisions for me.”
I deadpanned at him. “You’re disgusting.”
He smirked. “And hydrated.”
Diablo pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly about to deliver one of his complains when…
The room changed.
Suddenly.
A blare of golden light cracked through the infernal walls like a celestial siren had been dropped into the heart of Hell.
The air shifted. Heavy. Bright. The smell of incense, dawn air, and divine flame cut through sulfur like a blade. Even the flames in the obsidian torches flickered, unsure if they were allowed to keep burning.
All of us turned at once.
The light formed an orb. Floating. Spinning.
Smooth and perfect. Radiating the kind of magic that burned on rules alone.
A messenger orb.
Just like Dad’s.
But this one wasn’t infernal.
This was light.
I felt it in my bones. The same energy that used to make my blood boil.
But it didn’t burn now. It just… existed. Heavy. Present. Absolute.
Diablo stepped forward first. His tail twitched once. Then stilled. He raised a hand and touched the orb with two fingers.
The light pulsed once. Then a voice came.
Soft. Commanding. Feminine.
“I have heard what has transpired in the mortal realm,” the voice said. “Via Puriel.”
The voice continued.
“This development cannot be ignored. I, the Queen of the Light Realm demands an emergency summit.”
The air thickened even more.
“All Seven Virtues. All Seven Sins. Both Crowns. One hour. No delay. The place will be the neutral grounds. The border between Light and Darkness. We will await you there.”
The orb vanished.
No grand fade.
Just gone. Snapped out of existence like it had only ever been a thought.
Silence.
Even Luci stopped swirling his wine.
I stared at the empty air where the orb had been. “That fast?”
“Typical of her,” Dad muttered.
Beel, who had been silently snacking on infernal cheese balls the entire time, finally spoke with a mouth half full. “Do we get snacks at the summit?”
“No,” Mamon said, not looking up from his tablet. “But I’m billing this meeting.”
Asmo sighed. “So much for finishing…”
Belph yawned so hard his jaw cracked.
Diablo turned toward all of us, shoulders squared. King posture now.
“This isn’t optional. We show up. We present this.”
He pointed at the hybrid, the bat, the coffins. “We expose what they’re building. What they let happen.”
The room stayed quiet, for once. Even Luci didn’t throw in a smartass comment. Asmo's erection deflated along with the mood. Levi finally put his phone away. Belph’s pillow sagged like it felt the weight of history. Lily, for once, looked like she didn’t have anything sharp to say.
And me?
I went silent.
No.
I didn’t like this at all.
Yeah, I knew the meeting was necessary. Urgent. Vital, even. This wasn’t the time to be picky or selfish or angry. This was the time for strategy. Diplomacy. Clarity.
This meeting was what we wanted.
But tell that to the flame inside my chest. The one that hadn’t stopped burning since I knew the truth.