Seven Sins System Chapter 736. A Peace Bought with Obedience

Seven Sins System Chapter 736. A Peace Bought with Obedience

“Beel.”

His chewing slowed.

“They offer you banquets. Divine delicacies. Special sauces, ‘just for you,’ served on golden plates. But every drink you take, every crumb you drop, they’re watching. Waiting. Maybe collecting. Maybe replicating. Taste, texture, even your leftovers. The food they give might not be offerings. It might be tests.”

Beel stopped chewing.

And then I said it.

“…And me?”

I looked down at my hand.

Flexed my claws. Felt the blood echo of old battles pulse under my skin.

“They didn’t even have to summon me with flattery or gifts. They got it the hard way. In war. In chaos. I bled in the mortal realm. I fought. And somewhere along the line… some mortal hands managed to scrape pieces of me from the ground. From my wounds. From my blood.”

I looked up. Voice colder now.

“They have part of me.”

That silence returned. Not the awkward kind. The real kind. Where no one breathes.

Because now it wasn’t just theory.

Now it was fact.

Each of us stood on the edge of something bigger than just one hybrid.

We weren’t being worshipped anymore.

We were being used.

Harvested.

Reverse engineered.

Mortal hands building gods from whatever scraps they could get.

And for the first time in a long time… even in Hell…

We weren’t laughing.

The silence didn’t last forever, though. It never does with the Sin Lords. Especially not when we’re all sitting around realizing we’ve been played. Toyed with. Touched without knowing it.

Levi was the first to break it.

He slammed the armrest of his chair hard enough to crack the edge. His usual lazy, smug composure was gone, replaced by the rarest thing I’d ever seen on his face… actual offense.

“Now you talk?” he barked. “Now you drop this ‘DNA harvesting god brewing cult shit’ and expect me to stay calm?”

I raised a brow. “Got something to confess?”

Levi growled low in his throat. “Once, a bunch of them summoned me to ‘hang out.’ Said they wanted to play games. Offered me snacks. Expensive mortal trash, imported instant noddles, sugar drinks, stupid little card packs.”

He stood and paced. “I liked it! I thought they were just fans! Loyal fans! They laughed at my jokes, even the dumb ones!”

Luci chuckled. “All your jokes are dumb.”

“Shut the f*ck up, Luci,” Levi snapped.

I tilted my head, watching him spiral. “And?”

“And!” Levi pointed at me, his hands flailing in frustration. “They petted my head like I was some damn plush toy, and I let them! I let them touch my fucking hair, man! They probably got a whole Leviathan shrine built out of scalp follicles and vintage gamer tears!”

Asmo whistled low. “Damn. They got you bad.”

Levi kicked a loose wrecked coffin across the floor. “I liked those snacks…”

I turned slowly toward Lily.

She blinked at me, all innocent mischief in her eyes.

“Lily,” I said, dragging her name out. “What about you?”

She fidgeted.

“Uhhh…” She chewed her lip. “Well… once they let me play torture with them?”

Everyone blinked.

“You what?” Beel said, mouth half-full.

“They were like, really excited about it! Said they wanted to experience 'chaos training.’ Gave me all these toys… blades, chains, magical latex armor. And we took turns pretending to be the prisoner. It was fun.” She grinned. “But now that you said it…”

Her smile dropped slightly.

“They might’ve tried to harvest me too.”

Silence.

Then Beel muttered, “Yeah, okay. I’m not hungry anymore.”

Even Asmo looked disturbed.

Then we all turned… because something shifted.

A low, grinding sound.

The creak of leather.

Diablo.

Still seated in his throne behind the desk. Still calm.

But his grip on the armrests?

Tight. White-knuckled. The stone beneath his claws had cracked. His eyes weren’t glowing. Not with fire. But with that dark rage. The old kind. The one that made Hell rise in the first place.

That look.

I knew that look.

The last time I saw it, he declared war on the celestials. Hundreds of years ago. When he stood on the field of shattered angels and shouted across the burning skies. With me.

And yeah… it was a good time when I really felt like a devil I was.

He looked like that again.

Like he was seconds away from snapping reality in half and dragging the stars down with him.

I stepped forward. Slowly. My voice was low.

“You made a deal with the celestials, Dad.”

His eyes flicked to me.

“You can’t break it,” I said. “We can’t kill mortals. That was the agreement. You gave your word. We all signed it. You bound us.”

The room tightened. That damn contract. That cursed oath. The one that bound our hands while mortals worshipped false gods and twisted light into weapons. The one that shackled us while they built monsters out of our fragments and smiled doing it.

I hated it.

But I reminded him anyway.

Because someone had to.

“Even if they deserve it,” I muttered. “Even if they earn it. We can’t touch them. Not directly. You made sure of that. We can torture them though.”

It never crossed my mind before that the deal, the one that tortured me for hundred of years, would torture him too.

He exhaled. Long. Slow.

Then closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, they were darker.

But clear.

“I know,” he said softly. “I know.”

That was all.

No roaring. No throne flipping. No fiery tantrum.

Just those words.

And they were heavy enough to make the entire room sink.

Even Luci looked away.

We weren’t laughing anymore.

This was ironic. Like another level of ironic.

Because of a deal made in another era. A peace bought with obedience.

And we all signed it. Forced to. The war not even ended yet and we hadn’t lose yet. But we ended up facing the consequences.

I glanced at the others. Their faces. Their silence.

It was like watching gods slowly realize they weren’t at the top anymore.

Like we weren’t the wolves.

We were the farm.