Seven Sins System Chapter 804. Pride's Madness I
Seven Sins System Chapter 804. Pride's Madness I
I shifted awkwardly, trying to defuse the situation with humor, the last line of defense before absolute annihilation.
“Uh… I’ll pay for the wine?” I offered weakly.
He turned his gaze toward me, eyes glowing with terrifying calm.
“No need,” he said softly.
The air itself seemed to hold its breath.
“I will kill him.”
And for the first time since the battle began, I felt something deeper than excitement coil through my chest.
Not fear.
Anticipation.
Because when Pride decided to make an example of someone…
There was no surviving it.
And I don’t mean metaphorically.
I mean reality cracks and rewrites itself kind of no surviving.
Luci roared.
Not shouted.
Not yelled.
Roared.
The sound wasn’t just noise. It was pressure. It tore through the chamber like a tidal wave made of judgment and insult. My ears rang even though technically, I don’t need ears. The air buckled. The fractured marble beneath our feet liquefied for half a second before solidifying again under the weight of his presence.
I blinked slowly.
And somewhere deep inside, I had the most uncomfortable realization of the night.
Was I the Lord of Wrath…
Or was he?
Because that roar?
That was not controlled elegance.
That was offended divinity.
The hybrid tried to move.
It couldn’t.
Luci raised one hand.
Just one.
And the creature froze mid-motion like someone had paused the universe.
Pride locked it in place.
Not chains.
Not bindings.
Authority.
The kind that says, “You don’t get to move unless I allow it.”
The chamber lighting dimmed.
Then flickered.
Then went out completely.
And something changed.
Luci’s body began to shift.
Not subtly.
Not aesthetically.
Violently.
His immaculate coat disintegrated into ash as bone elongated beneath skin. His wings expanded grotesquely, feathers burning away to reveal something far less refine, raw, skeletal structures lined with serrated edges. His face...
Oh.
His face.
Beauty cracked.
Literally.
The handsome symmetry melted into something ancient and horrifying. Eyes widened, splitting into layered irises of blinding violet light. His jaw extended slightly, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth that were not meant for polite society.
His aura exploded outward.
And I felt my stomach drop.
Among the Seven Sins, Luci almost never transforms fully.
Because devils?
Are ugly.
And Luci?
Is Pride.
He prefers tailored suits and expensive lighting.
This?
This was not curated.
This was original firmware.
And that meant...
This was bad.
So bad.
I grabbed Puriel’s wrist instinctively.
“We need to evac. Now.”
She hesitated.
“What about the innocent mortals?”
The word innocent made my eye twitch.
I physically cringed.
“Innocent is relative,” I muttered. “We need to evac them too.”
Lumira stepped forward slightly. “But we have to—”
Mamon cut her off.
He grabbed her wrist firmly.
“No,” he said quietly.
His eyes never left Luci.
“We do what El said.”
Lumira looked at him, startled.
“There is nothing,” Mamon continued calmly, “that can stop Pride in that state.”
He was right.
That scratch on Luci’s face wasn’t a wound.
It was a public humiliation.
And Pride doesn’t tolerate humiliation.
Especially not from a counterfeit.
The chamber began to shake.
Not from the hybrid.
From Luci.
Stone cracked beneath his expanding aura. The walls bent inward slightly as if gravity was negotiating its contract.
I didn’t hesitate.
I teleported.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Grabbing mortals with Telekinesis as I moved.
Not all of them.
I didn’t have time for a moral audit.
I scanned quickly…
[Scan: Residual Hybrid Contamination Minimal]
Good enough.
Random office workers.
Security guards.
An intern who definitely did not sign up for this.
I grabbed them mid-air, pulling them toward the exit corridor in bursts of shadow.
Puriel and Lumira worked beside me, their mercy-infused light forming soft cocoons around those we gathered.
Algan was already outside the chamber, smashing through structural walls to create escape paths.
The building shook violently.
Not tremors.
Violent.
Like an earthquake that personally hated architecture.
Cracks ran through the ceiling in jagged lines.
Glass shattered outward into the city night.
Luci spoke.
His voice was no longer layered elegance.
It was layered damnation.
It echoed into the sky.
“You marked me.”
The building groaned.
I teleported again, dragging another handful of half-panicked executives who had no idea what was happening but definitely knew they were not getting paid enough for this.
Mamon teleported beside me briefly.
“You are overdoing it,” he muttered.
“You want to carry them?” I shot back.
He sighed.
And then, to my mild shock, extended his hand and grabbed three mortals himself.
“Cursed agreement,” he muttered under his breath.
Yeah.
That.
The treaty.
The one that stops me from summoning a catastrophic beast and letting it solve everything.
I hated it.
But I was following it.
Mostly.
Because we had too.
So yeah, pardon me for my halfasses saving.
We burst through the building’s exterior.
Night air hit my face.
Sirens echoed in the distance.
The skyscraper leaned slightly.
Puriel’s wings expanded fully now, catching falling debris and deflecting collapsing beams away from the street below.
Lumira’s light softened the impact zones, preventing falling chunks from obliterating passing cars.
I hovered mid-air for a second, scanning for stragglers.
[Scan: Mortal Life Signs. 38 Within Structure]
[Probability of Survival Without Intervention: 12%]
Damn it.
I teleported back in.
Grabbed more.
Not gentle.
Just efficient.
Random.
Completely random.
If you were within my line of sight and not visibly hybridized, congratulations, you won the survival lottery.
The building roared.
From inside, an explosion.
Not fire.
Not mana.
Authority detonating.
The entire upper section of the chamber imploded inward as Luci’s Pride condensed into a single point.
The hybrid screamed.
Finally.
The sound was torn apart by the pressure.
I exited again with three more mortals suspended in shadow tentacles.
Algan caught one mid-air and tossed him toward Puriel’s light dome.
“Is he safe?” he asked.
“He is alive,” I replied.
The skyscraper’s windows shattered outward in a cascade of glass.
The structure bent.
Metal beams snapped like brittle twigs.
I landed on a nearby rooftop with the last group I could reasonably carry.
Mamon appeared beside me.
Breathing steady.
Unruffled.
Which was mildly impressive.