Seven Sins System Chapter 733. You Two Gonna Kiss or Kill Each Other?

Seven Sins System Chapter 733. You Two Gonna Kiss or Kill Each Other?

Puriel’s eyes finally blinked. But she didn’t speak.

And the lack of anything from her?

That was louder than any insult she could’ve thrown.

It was the first time she didn’t fight me.

The first time we didn’t tear the room apart.

The first time she didn’t call me the worst thing that ever happened to diplomacy.

And the way her gaze held mine?

Yeah.

That scared me more than anything.

I tossed a smirk at her. Same kind of bait I’d usually throw when I wanted to get under her skin. “No sharp retort? No celestial sarcasm?”

Still nothing.

Weird.

Unnerving.

I leaned back in my throne, letting the cool stone settle against my spine. Lily shifted on my lap, still half-asleep.

She mumbled in her sleep, “You two gonna kiss or kill each other?”

That made a few eyebrows twitch.

I ignored them.

I didn’t even look down. Just dragged a finger along the edge of the armrest, my claws making little soft scrapes in the stone.

“No,” I said at last, voice steady. “Not this time.”

Diablo glanced at me. That unreadable stare. The one that meant he’d already processed ten outcomes, and none surprised him.

“Then I guess,” he said slowly, “we’ll end the meeting here.”

He stood, all shadow and crown and that low-burning furnace of power behind his calm voice. “I’ll send Luci as soon as possible.”

“And you—Kindness,” The Queen gestured at her without looking. “You’ll go too.”

Kindness gave a slight bow. But her eyes lingered on me.

Diablo added, “The other servants... we’ll discuss later.” His attention shifted. Focused. “You and me,” he said, locking eyes with the Queen.

Lysathie nodded once. Cool. Controlled. Always the saint on the edge of a blade.

“Agreed.”

She lifted her fingers and snapped.

The coffin. That twisted fusion of flesh and metal, scarred by sigils and pierced with sealing spikes, floated toward her side of the chamber. Holy light shimmered along its edges like it was being accepted by the Light itself. They were going to take it back, probably study it, maybe try to purify it. Not that it’d work.

Then I said it.

“Wait.”

They stopped. Heads turned. Even Diablo paused mid-step.

I teleported before they could ask questions, the dark flash cracking the air like thunder.

Lily yelped and dropped straight into the throne with an undignified grunt, arms flailing. “Rude!”

I ignored her again.

Stepping between the two thrones, where Light met Shadow in that cursed, neutral line, I extended my right arm. Fingers open. Clawed. Still gloved in layered infernal metal.

A tentacle curled from behind my back. It unfurled over my shoulder, then opened.

The mouth at its end split like a blooming flower, glossy and wet, and from it, I summoned two things. First, the dark crystal, obsidian and jagged, pulsing with corrupted memory. Taken from the cult leader’s body.

And second, a cracked white fragment, faintly glowing, still humming with trapped divine signature. From the place where that cursed mortal trapped me and Puriel.

I held them both in my palm.

“This,” I said. “You’ll need it.”

The Queen tilted her head.

But Puriel moved.

She didn’t wait for permission. She teleported. Right to me. Her heels tapped the marble. Her hand reached out instantly, palm up.

I placed the crystals in it.

Our fingers brushed.

She looked at me. Really looked at me. No blade. No shield. Just eyes. Just her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

I nodded once. Simple. Formal.

But the moment stretched.

And stretched.

And then…

She kissed me.

Right there.

Right in the middle of the council floor, with all the Sins and Virtues staring.

Her lips were soft. Chilled. Divine. They pressed into mine like she didn’t care if the stars collapsed tomorrow. No rush. No hesitation.

Just her. Just me.

I froze.

Not because I was shocked. No. Because my body wanted to move.

Wanted to grab her. Pin her. Drag her into my realm and slam the gate shut. To toss her onto my bed, peel her out of her armor and robes, and grind her until neither of us remembered which side we stood on. Until that kiss burned on every inch of her body, and my name was the only gospel she moaned.

My tentacles twitched like mad.

My claws? Clenched. Tight.

But I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Because if I did, I wouldn’t stop.

And I still had logic. Barely.

‘Patience, Azrael…’ I reminded myself. Yeah, the lord of Wrath reminded himself about patience. It was the most ironic of all.

She pulled back. Just a breath. Her eyes still on mine.

“See you later,” she whispered.

And then, she was gone.

Light blinked. Her form vanished in a pulse of white-gold radiance. Only the scent of crushed lilies and ozone lingered where she stood.

I stood there. Still frozen.

Completely and utterly still.

The silence that followed?

Legendary.

Not a word.

Beel’s burger had paused mid-air.

Luci’s wineglass was tilted. And even he looked genuinely speechless. Which was terrifying.

And the Virtues?

Oh yeah.

They all stared at me like someone had just replaced their Holy Grail with a demonic dildo.

It wasn’t just a kiss.

It was a claim.

And they all saw it.

Maybe they thought it was political before. A union of necessity. Strategy.

But now?

Now they knew.

This wasn’t politics anymore.

I teleported back to my seat without a word.

Didn’t look at anyone.

Didn’t explain.

I sat. Let the shadows rewrap themselves around my shoulders. One of my tentacles slid behind Lily and lifted her like a doll, dropping her back into my lap.

“Damn... That's crazy,” she muttered.

“Yeah... Crazy,” Luci murmured.

And I?

I didn’t answer.

Just opened a portal.

To the shadow realm.

Cool air wafted through, thick with dark mana and the smell of iron, old ink, and night blooms. The kind of scent that said home, even if that home was filled with vaults of forbidden knowledge and dungeons where sinners screamed in rhythm.

Without a word, I stepped in.

And the portal sealed behind me.