Seven Sins System Chapter 729. Puriel's Confession I
Seven Sins System Chapter 729. Puriel's Confession I
Diablo sat up a bit straighter on his obsidian seat. “Speak,” he said, his voice surprisingly light. But I knew that tone. I knew it. He already knew what she was going to say.
Traitor.
Puriel stepped forward, slow and elegant, until she was right in the middle, between the Thrones of Light and the Thrones of Sin. Right where the light met shadow. Where my people and hers had glared at each other for eons and drawn blood over sermons and pride.
A thin, shimmering aura enveloped her, her golden-white dress glowing faintly like morning frost over flame. Then she lifted her arm.
And her wrist began to glow.
The thread of fate lit up like a divine artery.
I exhaled. “Oh no…” I muttered. “No. Nope. No way. Don’t you do this. Don’t you dare—”
Too late.
She turned her head slowly. Her gaze locked on mine.
“Azrael.”
I clenched my jaw.
“We need to tell them.”
“Do we, though?” I said. “Do we really?”
She nodded, resolute. Pure Chastity stubbornness. Of course. It couldn’t be anything else.
I sighed through my nose, but teleported beside her anyway. Because yeah… she was right. Sooner or later, someone was going to find out. And between the hybrid horrors, the fate-warped cultists, and the giant glowing thread of holy marital doom... well.
Might as well get it over with.
She reached for my hand. I stared at it like it was a landmine.
Our hands rose together.
The thread responded.
A thick ribbon of fate shimmered between our joined wrists, glowing with a binding light so pure it could blind a demon, and so potent it made my tentacles twitch like they’d been slapped.
“I—” Puriel said, voice steady and clear, “—am engaged.”
Dead silence.
“To him.”
Boom!
Not literal, but the emotional detonation that just hit this chamber was basically nuclear.
Six halos nearly dropped. Six sin-laced jaws hit the floor. Even Luci’s wineglass paused midair.
I would’ve laughed if I didn’t want to disappear right then and there.
My eyes slowly scanned the room.
Patience blinked so hard I thought she was rebooting.
Temperance looked like someone had just spilled wine on a prayer rug.
Fortitude’s entire neck turned red.
Diligence had her hand over her heart like she was witnessing the apocalypse.
Charity’s mouth dropped open, then closed, then opened again. Justice…
Justice looked at me like he was about to file a divine lawsuit.
On my side?
Beel stopped chewing mid-burger. The horror on his face made me wish I had a camera.
Levi was frozen like a jealous statue.
Mamon slowly put down his tablet with a horrified kind of grace.
Belph sat up for the first time in thirty minutes.
Asmo’s glass shattered in his hand, and I’m pretty sure he whispered, “No f***ing way.”
Luci… actually applauded.
“Brilliant,” he said, grinning. “You banged the most forbidden fruit on the tree. Classic.”
“I didn’t just bang her,” I muttered. “We’re engaged.”
“Oh, I heard,” Luci said, smirking. “Still. Record-breaking sin. You’re officially the first pure-born devil to defile a goddess. We’ll have to throw a party.”
“Oh, we will,” Asmo recovered, eyes glittering with mischief. “Bachelor party in my house, boys.”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” Lily chimed in from her perch. “We already booked the strippers. I could be one of them.”
Diablo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lily…”
“Kidding~” she said, not kidding at all.
Queen Lysathie finally spoke. Her voice was calm. Too calm. That kind of calm that came with world-ending fury wrapped in velvet.
“Puriel.”
My fiancée turned toward her mother, shoulders squared, spine straight.
“Yes, Mother.”
The room held its breath.
“Is this a divine contract?”
Puriel nodded once. “It is.”
“And you gave your chastity… to him?”
I expected thunder. Light. A beam of smiting sunlight or at least a chorus of angelic weeping.
Instead, Lysathie blinked. Just once.
“...Very well.”
Everyone and I mean everyone, lost it at once.
“WHAT?” Justice shouted.
“She’s fine with it?” Mamon whispered like his stocks had just plummeted.
“She’s never been fine with anything,” Beel added, burger halfway to his mouth.
Well, she kind of killed my mom and all the previous sin lords, so yeah, this small price should be fine.
Lysathie simply said, “I trust my daughter. If she bound herself by fate, then so be it. That thread is sacred.”
Justice slammed her hand on the table. “He’s the Wrath Lord! He’s a demon! He’s Azrael!”
“Don’t remind me,” I muttered. “Anyway, I’m a devil. Not just a demon. Please correct that.”
Puriel shot me a look.
“...But yeah. Still me.”
Lily beamed. “Told you he had a soft side.”
“I don’t,” I snapped.
“Yes, you do,” Puriel said, still holding my hand.
I gave up. Let the chaos swirl.
I was proud. Sure. I mean. Come on. Me. Engaged to Chastity. Smashed through centuries of bad blood, sharp words, and battlefield screams just to end up hand-in-hand in front of our people and yay! Happy ending!
And yeah. I was the only one who could say I’d slept with a goddess.
But also… out of all goddesses… I had to fall for the one I used to curse by name every time I woke up. I even dreamed of torturing her in my chamber for at least a year.
Funny how fate works.
My claws flexed slightly, then I relaxed again. Let the thread shimmer between us. Let everyone burn in their own shock.
Diablo chuckled.
“Well,” he said. “That’ll certainly shake the heavens.” Diablo leaned back in his throne like a man watching a kingdom collapse for entertainment. “Guess we do have a god-making crisis on our hands.”
“Correction,” I muttered, still holding Puriel’s hand like it was a grenade with a halo. “We just made another.”
The silence that followed wasn’t pure silence. It was choked disbelief. Layered in angelic breath-holds and hellborn side-eyes.
Kindness stood, hands folded at her waist like she was trying very hard not to sound emotional. She had that soft, soothing tone that usually worked wonders in public speeches and battlefield triage. But not now.
“Why now, Puriel?” she asked, frowning faintly. “Why tell us this… here?”