Seven Sins System Chapter 731. What is He After This Redemption?
Seven Sins System Chapter 731. What is He After This Redemption?
“You guys better check him now,” I said, stepping back. And I planned to give him mercy as soon as possible. “Do your scans. Holy probes. Fate strings. Memory echoes. Whatever it is you angels do.”
Queen Lysathie finally spoke, her voice calm but no less commanding. “We require time.”
I turned to her. “How much?”
“A day.”
I raised a brow and gave her my best please-don’t-waste-my-resources face. “A day? No. You get an hour.”
Her gaze sharpened.
Lysathie stepped forward, light haloing around her like she was about to deliver a judgment that would outlast stars. “This abomination poses a threat to the balance of realms. We must dissect its nature thoroughly.”
“I agree,” I said. “But not without supervision. An hour.”
The second the words left my mouth, the chamber stirred with a wave of tension thicker than the air before a divine storm. The scent of sanctified incense and polished marble clung to everything, but beneath it, I could feel it. The churn of frustration, of old pride warring with practical sense.
They tried to argue. Of course they did.
“That’s not enough time,” Justice snapped.
Temperance added, “He’s still breathing. That means he might be reachable.”
“And if we rush it,” Patience said slowly, “we may miss something critical. What if—”
I raised my hand.
One finger.
Sharp. Clawed. Final.
“Or,” I said, calm as sin, “you’re just that cruel.”
Silence hit harder than any holy blade.
My voice dropped, low and edged with something more honest than usual. I didn’t yell. I didn’t need to. The truth did the cutting.
“Look at him.”
They didn’t want to. But they did.
The hybrid lay there, a mess of feathers, torn skin, exposed veins glowing with unstable mana. His body twitched occasionally. Not from life. From pain. Constant. Senseless. There was no harmony in him, just clashing fragments stitched with magic and madness.
“Tell me you can’t feel that,” I said. “Tell me none of you with all your radiant empathy and divine sight can’t feel what’s happening inside him. Every breath he takes is a prayer for death. And you want to keep him alive longer?”
Even Luci had stopped swirling his wine.
Puriel stepped forward. Her voice was quiet, but sharp. “You want to kill him?”
“Yes,” I answered simply. “Because that’s mercy. Because he’s not a creature, he’s a cry for help in the shape of a corpse. Half angel. Half demon. Half mortal. And none of those halves are working together. Imagine his mind. Imagine what it’s like to wake up with three voices screaming over your soul.”
Justice growled, righteous and heavy with condemnation. “But he can be redeemed.”
“Redeemed?” I echoed, tilting my head. “Then what is he after this redemption, huh? A human? An angel? A demon? Which choir sings for him? Which gate lets him in? Heaven won’t take him. Hell would rip him apart. And mortals…?”
I gave a bitter laugh. “They’d burn him at the stake and call it salvation.”
They didn’t answer.
They couldn’t.
The truth sat in the air like smoke.
The Queen finally exhaled. “Just check him.”
I smirked and gave a half-bow from the waist. “Excellent choice.”
And without another word, I teleported back into my seat, throne cold and smooth beneath me. One of my tentacles curled lazily around the base like a tail flicking dust from a boot. I didn’t bother to hide the yawn creeping at the edge of my mouth.
Because now?
Now came the fun part.
Or rather… the opposite of fun.
The Virtues were investigating.
And watching angels do investigative magic was like being stuck in a celestial theater production where every act was performed in slow motion, dipped in glitter, and set to a soundtrack of choir hymns and harp strings.
They gathered around the hybrid like priests preparing for a sacred ritual, hands outstretched, glowing with soft golds and silvers. Each movement was painfully choreographed… circles of light blooming at their feet, scrolls unraveling from thin air, feathers drifting down from nowhere like someone shook Heaven’s laundry.
There were candles now. Where did those come from?
The worst part?
It was loud. Not in volume. In holiness.
Every chant, every hymn, vibrated through my bones like someone was trying to purify my spinal cord. I could taste sanctity on my tongue like stale honey and ash.
A soft exhale sounded near my ear.
Lily.
She had sprawled sideways sometime between Temperance’s third verse of “Guiding Light of Infinite Mercy” and Justice chanting something about soul alignment. Her head was in my lap now. Literally. Arms curled like a content cat, legs draped over the arm of my chair.
She mumbled something in her sleep that sounded vaguely like “burn the nuns…” and turned her face into my hip.
I didn’t move.
Because honestly?
Same.
The rest of the lords were coping in their own ways.
Beel had pulled out another burger and was now chewing it in slow defiance of everything sacred.
Levi had leaned back so far in his seat he looked like a museum statue.
Asmo filed his nails with an actual shard of crystallized lust and occasionally blew kisses at any of the Virtues who dared to glance his way.
Mamon, of course, was the only one who looked vaguely focused, but even he had turned down the brightness on his tablet like he was trying to match the lighting for dramatic effect.
Luci?
Luci was enjoying this.
He was watching the entire thing like a man sipping wine at a soap opera wedding reveal. Occasionally, he raised a brow. Once, he clapped sarcastically at a particularly glowing moment where Kindness started levitating.
I didn’t know whether to slap him or join him.
I sighed and shifted slightly in my throne. Lily’s breath was warm against my hip. She was drooling a little. My tentacle tried to nudge her off and she batted it away in her sleep with a soft murmur. “No… five more explosions…”
Unbelievable.
In front of me, the lightshow reached its climax.
The hybrid twitched again. Not from pain this time. From the spell.