Seven Sins System Chapter 728. Itchy Boredom
Seven Sins System Chapter 728. Itchy Boredom
Justice turned toward her, brow arched so high it might’ve reached Heaven’s legal department. “You burned a monastery?!”
Lily shrugged, twirling a strand of her silver-white hair with innocent glee. “Hey, not your monastery. Chill.”
“That’s not the point—”
“And no mortals died,” she added, voice sing-song. “I was very careful. Mostly.”
Justice's jaw clenched like he just bit into a sour principle. “Mostly?”
I rolled my eyes. “The boy summoned my father. The one who asked for revenge. His sister got violated in that place. By a priest.”
That quieted the room. Even Luci’s smug face paused halfway through a sip of wine. My claws drummed the stone armrest, slow, measured.
“She killed herself,” I said. “Because the priest had a ‘good reputation.’ No one listened. So the boy turned to Hell.”
Diablo didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
“And my father,” I added, “left the task to Lily.”
Lily giggled like I’d just reminded her of a fun birthday party. “I burned the monastery~” she said with a twisted sort of cheer. “And I made sure that priest’s name turned into piss and vomit. Dragged all the skeletons out of that holy closet. Even gave his limbs a little twist for every lie he fed his flock.”
“There were other victims, weren’t there?” Puriel said quietly.
“Plenty,” Lily nodded, suddenly serious. “Most of ‘em thought it was their fault. That they were being punished. Because he said God wanted it.”
Her fingers flexed, nails biting into the velvet of my armrest. Her smile returned, darker this time.
“But once he was exposed,” she said, “the kids testified. One after another. Brave little things. They didn’t want vengeance. Just truth. That bastard should be rotting in hell, but nooo, guess what?”
She grinned wider.
“I couldn’t kill him, so... I put him in mortal custody. You know~ the kind with “lovely inmates and itchy boredom”.”
Asmo let out a bark of laughter, smacking the table with his palm. “May his life always prosper with sex.”
Beel made a low, greasy-sounding snort as he bit into another triple-patty burger. Grease dribbled down his chin like holy oil turned blasphemous.
Mamon finally looked up from his glowing pad. Charts flickered in his lenses, but his gaze was sharper than ever. “So it was another sinner,” he murmured, tone mild. Then he lifted his eyes, straight to Justice.
“You should stop pointing first and judging later.”
Justice bristled. “It’s none of your business.”
“Everything here is my business,” Mamon said smoothly. “Especially when hypocrisy impacts collective operations. If mortals believe angels protect monsters like that... well.” He smiled thinly but didn’t continue.
I made a noise in my throat. Low. Annoyed. My tentacles twitched behind me like restless thoughts. “Okay, enough. Back to the topic.”
Lily leaned back like she hadn’t just confessed to torture with a cute flourish. “Boooooring.”
“We need a plan,” I said, ignoring her. “So once we’re back in the mortal realm, we don’t end up stabbing each other in the name of divine miscommunication.”
I glanced around.
Belph was snoring softly into his pillow. One foot on the table. Robe slipping off his shoulder like he didn’t give a damn.
Asmo was half-lounging, swirling a cocktail made from bottled lust and cherry juice.
Levi was biting his thumb, watching everyone with bored jealousy, probably calculating how many people loved someone else more than him.
Luci poured another glass of wine, his fingers decked with golden rings, suit pressed and perfect like he’d never known sweat or shame.
Mamon was already reviewing stats again.
Beel was chewing. Loudly.
“Look,” I said, “I don’t want mortal volunteers. You know why? Because mortals made their own gods now. They made new faiths. New demons. New sins. That shit!” I gestured toward the hybrid. “So… No mortal Volunteers.”
Lysathie stood there with her usual glow. Pure, beautiful, fatal. She didn’t blink. Just stared with judgment that felt like it’d been forged over millennia.
“So you would ignore the possibility of mortal redemption?”
“I would ignore the delusion that they can be trusted unsupervised,” I snapped.
“That is not your choice to make.”
“No,” I agreed, “it’s yours. But when this goes wrong… and it will, I’m not dragging your daughter’s corpse back to Heaven.”
Lysathie’s eyes narrowed just enough. Enough to say she’d remember that.
Diablo sighed. “Both sides will submit a list. Candidates. We’ll evaluate them before deployment.”
Justice said, “They must be pure of heart. Uncorrupted.”
I cringed internally. ‘Pure heart? Does she think we have it?’
Luci coughed into his wine. “You mean boring.”
“They must be righteous,” Justice insisted.
“And maybe hot,” Asmo added. “Gotta keep team morale high.”
Puriel finally cut in. “Enough. We’ll do background checks. Divine and infernal screening. It’ll be balanced.”
I gave her a look. “And if I veto someone?”
“You get one veto,” she said flatly.
“Three.”
“Two.”
I huffed. “Fine.”
Puriel stared me down like we hadn’t just negotiated the fate of the mortal realm like a poker game. And by stared, I mean she looked like she was trying very hard not to throw a Fate-Spear through my throat.
I ignored her.
Patience, of all the Virtues, was the next to speak, calm, clear, voice like a bell muffled under years of silence. “You agree, Azrael?”
I tilted my head just a bit, then leaned back into my throne, one leg lazily slung over the other as my tentacles curled in a relaxed, serpentine wave behind me. “Yeah,” I said. “I got a couple of names in mind.”
Puriel's eyes narrowed so fast the room dropped ten degrees. She knew what I meant. She knew exactly which names I had in mind. And if she didn’t like it, she could stab me later. Not like she hadn’t tried before. Hell, not like I hadn’t tried before.
I started to stand. “So, since all that’s done, I guess we can—”
“Wait,” Puriel cut in, loud enough to make my eye twitch. “I want to say something. A couple of things.”