Seven Sins System Chapter 744. Enemies to Lovers

Seven Sins System Chapter 744. Enemies to Lovers

I nodded and turned to Algan again.

“Rest first. Stay in the barracks if you have nowhere to go. Tomorrow, report to the Wrath Archive and update your core records. Get checked. Get your edge back. You’ll need it.”

He nodded. Hard. Fists curled at his sides like he didn’t know what else to do with all the weight in his chest.

There was a pause. Then…

“You really paid all those families?” he asked again, like it still didn’t compute.

I tilted my head. “I’m the Lord of Wrath, not Greed. If my soldiers bleed, then their loved ones bathe in gold.”

Algan bowed again. Deeper this time. It was gratitude.

Not just the stiff, soldier kind of bow. No, this one carried weight. Real weight. Like he finally understood what I’d done. For him. For his family. For the fucking memory of every Wrath soldier who’d died in that cursed hellbath when everything went wrong centuries ago.

His scaled hands clenched at his sides. Not out of rage this time, but control.

We went back to my place.

I nodded at one of my guards, a demon with short black horns, a cigarette between his teeth, and that bored expression that said he could kill or babysit depending on my mood.

“Take him,” I said. “Stick with him. He doesn’t know the modern era. Help him find his people. And make sure he eats.”

“Will do, Your Highness.” The soldier yawned, flicked the cigarette, and snapped his fingers.

Algan raised an eyebrow but didn’t complain. He just bowed again, this time to the escort and the two of them turned, walking off into the dark marble corridor like a pair of shadows leaving behind a heavy storm.

I exhaled. Finally.

My tentacles stretched from my back with a lazy ripple, like wings finally unfolding after being clenched too long. My shoulders cracked, my arms ached, and yeah, I muttered to myself, “Time to go back.”

I teleported and turned toward the hellgate. Home. Or at least, the mortal realm version of it.

Of course… that would’ve been too easy.

Because the second my foot touched the sigil-etched tile leading toward the gate…

“My Lord~”

Ivy’s voice. Firm. Sweet.

I turned. Slowly. One eyebrow up.

Ivy stood there in her usual high-slit secretary dress.

And beside her? Lily. Hands on hips. Wearing red.

Yeah… I was screwed.

I sighed. “Ivy, Lily.”

Lily stepped forward. “Where are you going?”

I blinked. “Uh… working?”

“Working?” Ivy echoed. “After all that just happened?”

“Yeah?” I tried. “I mean someone’s gotta deal with the mortal realm’s cultists and bounty contracts and forbidden angel demon hybrids—”

“What about us?” Ivy cut in.

And there it was.

She narrowed her eyes. “You brought back Algan. You dove into a cursed wrathbath. You stared down your father. You flirted with Puriel.”

“I did not flirt.”

“You did,” Lily chimed in. “You almost dragged her into the darkness with you. Don’t lie.”

I clenched my jaw. “Lily…”

“I pretended to sleep,” she said, stepping closer. “But I saw it. All of it. The way she touched your face. The way you let her.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

She folded her arms. “Then what was it like?”

I looked at them. Really looked.

Ivy. Coldly warm. Always the one who kept my head from exploding.

Lily. Hot-tempered and passionate and clingy in the most dangerous way.

Both of them stood there like twin daggers pointed at the part of me I kept buried.

I didn’t say anything. Just reached out and activated Teleportation once again.

The marble beneath our feet cracked with light. And in a blink, the air turned soft.

Warm.

Heavy with the scent of burning incense and lingering arousal.

My bedroom.

The velvet curtains drawn shut.

Lily blinked. “You embarrassed already?”

I stood there. Silent. Then muttered, “… maybe. I don’t like… when you talk about Puriel and me out loud. In public.”

Lily tilted her head, her black hair falling in lazy curls over one shoulder. “Oh? So you do care.”

“Not the point.”

She folded her arms under her chest, pushing her cleavage up just a little too obviously. “Why, though? Because she’s a goddess?” Her tone was sharp. Not jealous. Not angry. But that teasing pitch that meant she was about to twist a dagger between my ribs, playfully, of course.

“Or,” she continued, “is it because it’s love?”

I deadpanned. “Because me and Puriel used to be nemesis.”

“Enemies to lovers,” Ivy said from behind me, her voice dripping with glee. “Classic.”

I winced and dragged a hand down my face. “Then suddenly we are…” I trailed off, unable to finish that sentence. Even the word lover tasted weird. Sticky. Like it got caught on the back of my throat.

Ivy didn’t wait.

She was already circling me like a predator who knew she was going to win. And maybe she was. The moment her hands landed on my shoulders from behind, I felt it. That heat. That game. Her breath ghosted against my ear as she leaned in, pressing her chest against my back.

“Oh~ look at you,” she whispered, voice wicked, low. “I never saw this version of you before. That embarrassed Lord of Wrath… because of a little angel.”

I huffed. “That’s exactly why I didn’t wanna say anything.”

Lily walked up to face me, lips pursed. “Why? Because you think we’ll tease you?”

“You are teasing me.”

“And you deserve it,” Ivy added, nibbling lightly on my earlobe just because she could.

I turned to look at her over my shoulder. “You bite me one more time and I’ll—”

“What?” She grinned. “Spank me? Ravage me? Remind me who owns this realm?”

“… I was gonna say throw you into the lake of despair but now you’re giving me ideas.”

She giggled and nuzzled in closer. “We missed you, my lord. Even if you came back… different.”

I glanced between the two of them, my hands slowly lifting in surrender. “Different how?”

Ivy stepped around to my side, trailing a single finger down my chest. “My lord… You changed.”

I stared at her.

Then at Lily.

Then said dryly, “Don’t say it like feathers changed my wings. And my horns turned into a halo.”