Seven Sins System Chapter 771. Act Accordingly
Seven Sins System Chapter 771. Act Accordingly
Three bodies relaxed all at once.
I smirked.
“Five minutes.”
Red purred like a cat who just got fed cream and sin.
Penelope didn’t even argue. She just let her body sink deeper into my lap, her cheek resting flat against my chest, lips brushing over a faint scar on my ribs.
Katrina made the smallest sound of agreement, too content to even open her eyes.
Yeah. Five minutes. I needed it too. My blood felt like it was still running in opposite directions from how much energy I had let loose.
But it didn’t last.
It never did.
“I still need to get Luci and Algan,” I murmured finally, voice just above a breath.
Red shifted slightly beside me, her lashes fluttering open.
“Luci…” she drawled, the name leaving her mouth like a bitter candy. “The Pride Lord…”
I nodded once.
Her brow furrowed. “Will he be annoying?”
I exhaled through my nose and let my head fall back against the couch.
“He always is. At least for me.”
Penelope chuckled lightly, dragging her nails across my stomach in lazy, slow strokes. “I like that you didn’t even try to deny it.”
“No point,” I muttered. “He’s my brother. Not by blood. By design. My sin brother.”
Katrina’s eyes opened now, half-lidded. “So he will be here starting tonight?”
“Yeah.” I ran a hand through my mess of hair, trying to fight the creeping sense of obligation crawling up my spine. “Father’s orders.”
“So… if he’s here for the same reason as you, then I guess he’ll behave?” Red said.
I looked at her. Really looked. Her red eyes were still glowing faintly. Her lips swollen from earlier. Her hair tangled around her collarbone in a way that was too perfect to be accidental. But beneath all of that was her mind, sharp, strategic. Always calculating risk.
I respected that.
I just didn’t lie to it.
“He’ll act accordingly,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean he won’t be irritating. He enjoys it. Makes him feel powerful.”
Penelope snorted softly. “Pride demon who loves to provoke. What a surprise.”
“Like you’re not the same,” Katrina said, raising a brow.
“Excuse me?” Penelope smirked.
“You bite Azrael every chance you get.”
Red giggled. I let them bicker for a second, let it wash over me like background music. But I wasn’t done. Not with the names. Not with what came next.
“The real problem is…,” I said, cutting through their banter. “Puriel.”
All three of them looked at me now.
Even Penelope stopped tracing circles on my stomach.
They waited.
I sighed.
“I’m afraid he’ll bug her,” I said, raking a hand down my face. “And she won’t be able to concentrate. And if she loses focus…”
Katrina finished it for me. “The whole mission goes to hell.”
Red shifted against my side, her expression thoughtful. “I could imagine that. Luci already knew the relationship between you and Puriel, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “And she’s not the only goddess coming.”
Now I had their attention again.
Katrina’s voice dropped an octave. “Who else?”
I exhaled slowly.
“Kindness.”
Penelope blinked. “That’s not a name.”
“No. It’s a title. The Goddess of Kindness.”
The room went still.
Penelope recovered first. “You’re afraid she’ll bug you?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Kindness? Nah.”
Katrina folded her arms, intrigued. “You’re not worried she’ll try to fix you?”
I smirked. “She already tried. Once. Failed.”
Red nudged my side, smirking. “So what is it then?”
I leaned forward now, letting my elbows rest on my knees, fingers laced.
“Luci is kinda… let’s say ‘like her’,” I muttered, still staring at the cracks in the wall.
Red shifted beside me, brows furrowing. “What do you mean like her?”
I turned slightly, letting my eyes drift to her lazy post afterglow sprawl—one leg hooked over mine, her skin still warm from hours of worship and ruin.
“I mean,” I said slowly, “she has the quality of her name. Kindness. She’s kind. Too kind. And Luci? He thrives on that.”
Katrina tilted her head, watching me now like she was reading a deeper script. “You think he’ll try to use that against her?”
“No. Not ‘use.’ Assert.” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “He likes to make sure everyone knows he’s the most important person in the room. Loudly. Pride doesn’t need to manipulate. He just is. He walks in, breathes, and expects applause.”
Penelope blinked slowly. “And you think the Goddess of Kindness is gonna… what? Applaud?”
I gave her a look.
Red groaned under her breath. “She will, won’t she?”
“She might go all ‘Yes, you’re wonderful. You’re so brave and strong’ without realizing it’s feeding him exactly what he wants,” I said, half laughing, half annoyed. “She’s not dumb. Not weak. But she’s sincere. She means her kindness. And Luci’s gonna drink it like wine.”
“And what about Algan?” Katrina asked.
I paused.
Longer this time.
“Algan’s…” I searched for the right word. “Fragile.”
Penelope frowned. “He’s a strong Wrath Lieutenant.”
“He was,” I corrected. “But after the war… after what happened in the mortal realm…”
Red sat up slightly. “He has trauma?”
I nodded. “Bad one. Deep. He doesn’t trust humans, really.”
“So why bring him?” Katrina asked.
I looked up at them, my voice quiet now.
“Because I need to show him that mortals… aren’t that bad. At least, this place.”
Penelope swallowed. “And he will follow you?”
“Always. He is my servant.”
The room felt colder for a beat.
None of us said anything.
Outside, the sky had darkened. Or maybe that was just the windows tinting with leftover magic. The scent of sex and sweat and burnt magic still lingered, but something else was curling underneath it now.
Responsibility.
Purpose.
The mission hadn’t vanished just because I’d lost myself for a few hours. It had just… paused.
And now?
Now it was waiting.
Red leaned back against me slowly, her head on my shoulder again. “Then I guess it’s time to clean up.”
Penelope sighed dramatically. “Do I have to get up?”
Katrina smirked. “You’ll melt into the cushions if you don’t.”
I exhaled, stretching my arms out, cracking my neck once.
“Yes,” I muttered. “Break is over. I need to go now.”