Seven Sins System Chapter 795. You Just Summoned Kids to Help Kids?
Seven Sins System Chapter 795. You Just Summoned Kids to Help Kids?
I muttered, “Gluttony!”
One of my tentacles transformed like it had been waiting for this exact cue. The tip split open, clean, neat, disturbingly elegant, and formed a mouth. Rows of dark, serrated teeth unfolded like a mechanical flower. Honestly? It looked unnecessarily dramatic. I could’ve just teleported the fake into storage space.
But no.
We have themes.
The unconscious counterfeit Greed lay there, stiff and glittering like a very ugly Christmas decoration. His gold wings were dented. His painted aura was flickering weakly. He looked… smaller now. Less terrifying. More like an overpriced statue that got returned for quality issues.
I nudged him once with my boot.
No response.
“Waste not,” I murmured casually.
The tentacle-mouth lunged and swallowed him in one smooth gulp.
Not chewed.
Not digested.
Just… stored.
The marble floor looked ten times cleaner instantly.
Luci blinked. “You could’ve just teleported him.”
“Yes,” I replied. “But this felt correct.”
He stared at the tentacle retracting into my back. “You are emotionally unstable.”
“Accurate. I’m Wrath. What do you expect?”
Internally? I felt lighter.
Not because of violence.
Not because of victory.
But because that counterfeit no longer cluttered my visual field with gold nonsense.
I dusted my hands together lazily. “Let’s go.”
Right on cue, Puriel and Lumira reappeared behind us, their presence soft and luminous in contrast to the shattered ballroom and the sobbing mortals.
“Where are you four going?” Puriel asked calmly.
Her tone was neutral.
Too neutral.
I gestured vaguely like we were heading to brunch.
“Oh, the kids are secure already? Great. Me and the boys are moving to another location.”
I said it the way someone says, “We’re grabbing coffee.”
No urgency.
No doom.
Just logistics.
Puriel narrowed her eyes slightly. “You already found the location?”
Mamon adjusted his glasses, voice flat. “Not exact. But statistically viable.”
Which meant “We have a lead and I’m pretending it’s solid.”
Lumira stepped forward gently. “Wait.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the noise like a bell.
She closed her eyes and began chanting softly.
“Gentle light of mercy rise, guide the broken, shield their cries;
lead small hearts from shadowed skies.”
Kindness show the way to the lost.
The air shifted.
Light coiled around her like silk unraveling.
And then…
-Pop!
Tiny winged figures burst into existence.
More than a dozen.
Small.
Radiant.
Cupid-like beings with round faces and determined expressions.
They flitted toward the stairwell, toward the hidden basement.
Toward the children.
They didn’t look fragile.
They looked efficient.
Luci winced slightly. “You just summoned kids to help kids.”
Lumira smiled sweetly. “Angel children. Different category.”
“Less paperwork,” Luci muttered.
Internally, I had to admit, watching the tiny angelic beings fly with quiet purpose stirred something weird in my chest.
Not softness.
Don’t get dramatic.
More like…
Relief.
Because for once, the basement wasn’t our responsibility.
Someone else handled aftermath.
I exhaled quietly.
And then… a cough broke the heavy silence. Wet. Shaky. Human.
A man dragged himself across the broken marble, fingers slipping in dust and wine, leaving streaks of blood over his tailored suit that probably cost more than the children downstairs had ever seen in their lives. His hair was disheveled, face swollen, pride cracked open.
He reached Lumira and clutched the hem of her dress.
“P-Please… save us…”
His voice cracked.
He looked small.
Pathetic.
I assumed, naturally, that Lumira would kneel.
Lift him.
Forgive him.
She was Kindness after all.
But she didn’t.
She slowly pulled her dress away from his grip like he was dirt.
Her smile remained.
But her eyes?
Cold.
“I don’t help sinners,” she said gently. “They are… the devils’ responsibility.”
The room went still.
The mortal’s hand dropped.
I blinked.
Internally?
That hit.
Not in a painful way.
In a fascinating way.
Kindness has rules.
And we are those rules.
Luci leaned slightly toward me and whispered, “I like her.”
I didn’t answer.
Because honestly?
Same.
There was something deeply satisfying about celestial beings understanding boundaries.
Mamon cleared his throat. “Enough theatrics. I have money to make.”
He began chanting under his breath, an older language, sharp and transactional.
The air tightened.
Reality folded inward.
The mortals started screaming again.
Honestly, they were exhausting.
Algan shifted into shadow without ceremony.
Luci rolled his shoulders like he was about to walk into a gala instead of a confrontation.
I felt the familiar pull of spatial distortion wrap around my spine.
Before we vanished, I glanced once toward the basement entrance.
The tiny angelic figures were already guiding children upward.
Soft light.
Small hands.
Efficient rescue.
Then…
We were gone.
The ballroom collapsed into silence behind us.
And we reappeared on a rooftop.
City skyline.
Neon lights.
Glass towers.
Traffic humming below like mortal ambition in sound form.
Mamon adjusted his suit immediately.
“Tech-finance district,” he muttered.
“Of course,” Luci said dryly. “Where else would fake Greed spawn?”
I stepped forward to the edge of the building.
Wind brushed against my armor.
The city smelled like fuel and overconfidence.
Internally?
I felt something strange.
Anticipation.
Because this wasn’t a cult in a basement.
This was infrastructure.
Corporations.
Digital systems.
Clean offices hiding dirty rituals.
I flexed my fingers slowly.
“Do we smash first,” Luci asked lightly, “or attend a board meeting?”
I smiled faintly. “We investigate first.”
He looked offended.
“Investigate?”
“Yes.”
Mamon sighed. “Let me guess... You want me to do it.”
I nodded with a proud smile.
Algan materialized beside me.
I watched the city lights flicker in glass windows.
Somewhere in there…
Someone built a counterfeit sin.
Someone thought they could franchise hell.
And internally?
That offended me more than the threat.
Because we may be villains.
But we’re authentic villains.
I exhaled slowly.
“We find the architect,” I said.
Luci cracked his knuckles lazily.
“Then?”
“Then,” I replied softly,
“we show them the difference between branding and reality.”
The wind shifted.
Neon reflected in my eyes.
And for the first time tonight…
I felt something close to excitement.
Fake sins.
Corporate devils.
Urban ritual supply chains.
This was going to be messy.
And honestly?
I wouldn’t have it any other way.