Seven Sins System Chapter 735. Forgiven

Seven Sins System Chapter 735. Forgiven

I crouched down beside him.

And when I looked into his eyes?

Yeah. Still awake.

Still there.

And when he blinked, something passed through that broken gaze. Not pain. Not terror.

Relief.

He wanted it to end.

Diablo’s hand moved.

Just a simple snap.

Sharp. Clean. Unapologetic.

And that was it.

The hybrid jerked once. Then his body started melting. Not exploding. Not combusting. Just… dissolving. As if every thread holding him together finally gave up and let go. He turned to liquid. Then dust. Then ash.

But before his lips disappeared, before his soul unhooked from the shattered thing it called flesh, he said it.

“Thank you.”

Quiet.

Soft.

And it hit like a sword between the ribs.

That was the first time a creature said thank you for being killed by us.

I didn’t speak. I didn’t move. Just let the final tendrils of his spirit break away.

When the ashes cleared, something happened.

The core, the stitching core that had bound him together, shattered. Split in three glowing shards. Each one pulsed a different color.

The demonic fragment buzzed low and dark, then drifted down, down, down into the realm below, into the land. It would be absorbed by Hell. Maybe repurposed. Maybe buried.

The angelic fragment lifted upward, bright and featherlight, rising with a heatless glow, vanishing into the ceiling where Heaven’s thread ran deepest.

The mortal soul… followed it.

Not down. Not into the abyss.

Up.

So yeah. He wasn’t a damned soul. Despite everything. Despite what they did to him.

His core still had enough… something… to be forgiven.

I stood. Dust brushed from my coat. My claws flexed once before curling into fists.

I walked over to the back shelf, retrieved the rest of the evidence. The remaining coffin containers. The black crystal artifacts from the other sites. The fragmented shard of the white crystal, the one that trapped me and Puriel.

I laid all of them out in front of Diablo.

“All of it,” I said. “It’s yours.”

He didn’t say anything. Just nodded. His gaze steady, unreadable.

Then I stepped back.

And I told them.

Everything.

I laid out the entire sequence of events. From the cult in the mortal realm. The failed hybrid ritual site. How mortals were beginning to grasp how to make gods, not find them. How that was the true danger.

And when I was done?

I gave a warning.

“You need to understand something,” I said, voice low, eyes on Diablo. “Mortals… they can summon us, right? With the right price. With the right sacrifices. And when they do? They can offer their body. Their soul. Anything.”

Lucifer raised a brow. “And?”

“The decision to answer them is still ours,” I continued. “We choose whether to appear. But… we don’t always know why they summon us. The real meaning of why they called us. And some of them… might not want our power. Not directly.”

Asmo tilted his head, curious now. “So what? I mean… we never gave anything like that before.”

I looked at him.

Dead serious.

“No,” I said. “Some might want parts of us. DNA. Material. They could be harvesting pieces to complete their god-making rituals.”

Asmo blinked. Then laughed. “What? That’s… nah. Come on.”

I didn’t smile. My eyes locked on Asmo. “Think about it. One-night stands. Casual summons. A kiss. A lock of hair. Skin flakes. Blood. Even… your saliva. Or…”

I paused. Then smiled darkly.

“...your sp*rm.”

That shut him up.

The entire room went silent.

Asmo’s face twisted like someone just told him his d*ck had been worshipped as a fertility relic.

“No way,” he muttered. “No way. I mean— I don’t— they can’t— Oh no…” Yeah… he was speechless.

“They can,” I said. “They do. And if they know enough? They might’ve collected enough to breed something out of you.”

Asmo looked genuinely horrified now. Like his entire sex life had just become a war crime.

“Shit.”

Mamon didn’t even look up from his glowing chart. “Good thing I never answer a summon for s*x.”

I turned to him slowly.

“No,” I said. “But you’re Greed. That’s worse.”

He paused. Slowly lowered the screen.

I folded my arms. “Think about it. They summon you to broker deals, right? All polite. All business. They kiss your boots, flatter your title, offer gifts, food, drinks, diamonds, maybe even a little luxury brand package to 'honor your greatness.' They pretend they’re trying to measure you for a proper suit or ring or wristwatch... passing around cloth samples or touching your fingers like they’re tailoring perfection.”

I tilted my head, voice low.

“But what they’re really doing? Collecting. Hair strands. Fingerprints. Saliva. A touch of skin. They don’t want wealth. They want you. The parts of you they can steal.”

Mamon didn’t respond right away.

His lips pressed into a line.

Because yeah.

It made sense.

And we all knew it.

“I’ll… review my summon logs,” Mamon finally said, the smug wiped clean off his face, replaced with something that looked a lot like unease.

“You do that,” I muttered.

I looked around the room. Around us.

And yeah, it wasn’t just Greed.

I turned my eyes to Luci. The smug bastard had gone unusually quiet, still holding his glass of wine like it might protect him.

“You too,” I said. “Don’t think you’re safe. They summon you with velvet words and noble flattery. Wine you, worship your pride, stroke your ego until you forget they were ever mortals. But they’re clever. They hand you bottles with their fingertips trembling just right. They watch you sip. You think they’re adoring you. But maybe they’re counting the lip prints left on the glass or your hair.”

Luci scoffed, but he didn’t look at me. He looked at his wine.

“Belp,” I continued, turning to Belph. “You think your summons are harmless because they don’t move. But mortals know comfort is your price. Enchanted mattresses. Massage chairs. Silk robes tailored just right. And while you’re half-asleep? You never think to check the threads they use. The oils they smear into the cushions. They could’ve plucked a hair, soaked up your sweat, stolen your essence without you ever waking.”

Belph blinked. Real slow. “…Creepy.”