Seven Sins System Chapter 805. Pride's Madness II
Seven Sins System Chapter 805. Pride's Madness II
The night sky flashed.
Purple.
Gold.
White.
The chamber core ruptured.
And then…
Silence.
The building’s top third simply disintegrated.
Not exploded.
Disintegrated.
As if erased by offended perfection.
Dust and debris rained down, but the structural collapse stopped mid-fall, suspended briefly by residual Pride before crumbling safely downward in a controlled implosion.
I exhaled slowly.
Puriel landed beside me.
Lumira followed.
Algan dropped from above, wings folding back into manageable shape.
We all looked up.
Luci hovered above the ruin.
Smoke curled around him like incense in a cathedral built for ego. The city lights flickered beneath the drifting ash, sirens screaming in the distance, helicopters circling but wisely not coming closer. He didn’t look at any of it. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was rewriting the skyline’s confidence.
He shifted.
And this time, he didn’t bother pretending to be pretty.
The polished coat burned away again, not dissolved, not faded, burned. His body expanded, bones stretching with audible cracks. Wings tore outward in their true structure, massive, skeletal, layered with jagged membranes that pulsed faintly with Pride’s violet glow. His shoulders broadened, spine arching slightly as ridged plates formed along his back like armored arrogance made flesh.
His face…
Yeah.
Ugly.
Gloriously, unapologetically ugly.
Not disfigured. Not monstrous in a sloppy way. But wrong. Too sharp. His eyes fractured into multiple concentric rings of glowing violet light, each one rotating slightly out of sync.
Devil.
Like us.
Like me in my full form, minus the tentacles, of course. Those are my aesthetic.
Luci? He’s minimalistic horror.
He hovered in silence for three heartbeats.
Then the air beneath him split.
The rubble below shuddered.
The crater where the hybrid had been erased pulsed once.
And then… It came back.
Not the polished executive version.
This thing crawled upward from the collapse like a goddamn thesis on stolen identity.
Its body elongated grotesquely, Greed and Pride no longer balanced but fused violently. Metallic scales formed over muscle that pulsed like molten coinage. Wings expanded outward, not elegant, not symmetrical, but massive and armored, lined with protruding spikes shaped like broken crowns.
Its head split slightly at the temples, horns forming in twisted spirals, one smooth and gilded, the other jagged and cracked like a shattered mirror. Its chest cavity glowed faintly with the trapped soul-network’s residual energy, pulsing like a reactor core.
It had taken what it could before the chamber imploded.
It evolved mid-death.
Mamon squinted.
“…Uh oh.”
I shook my head slowly.
“This complex is about to be as good as flat bread.”
Algan exhaled sharply beside me.
Puriel stepped forward immediately. “Lumira and I will coordinate with the authorities.”
Lumira nodded once. “We will ensure full evacuation.”
They were already moving before I could reply, descending toward the street below, their light blending into the chaos of flashing emergency lights. Police cars skidded to a halt. Officers stepped out, weapons drawn and utterly useless.
Puriel raised one hand, her wings unfurling gently, and I could already see the crowd calming unnaturally fast. Lumira’s presence softened panic into compliance.
Good.
Because up here?
There was no room for civilians.
Algan looked at me. “Should we help Lord Luci?”
I watched Pride incarnate and counterfeit Pride square off in the night sky.
“In this state?” I muttered. “No.”
Algan tilted his head.
“That’s full rage,” I continued quietly. “He wants full revenge.”
Mamon crossed his arms calmly. “Just sit down and enjoy the show.”
So we did.
Well.
Not literally sitting.
But metaphorically? Absolutely.
The creature roared.
The sound cracked windows three blocks down.
Luci didn’t roar back.
He extended one wing slightly.
And the sky split.
Not theatrically.
Just a clean tear in reality where Pride’s authority sliced through the atmosphere.
The creature lunged first.
Greed-infused claws slashed downward, tearing the air itself into shimmering fragments. The impact against Luci’s barrier detonated like a contained nuclear strike. Shockwaves rippled outward in perfect rings, shattering the remaining upper floors of the already-ruined building.
Luci didn’t move.
He tilted his head.
Then vanished.
Teleportation.
Not flashy. Just instant.
He reappeared behind the creature and drove one clawed hand straight into its back.
The impact sounded like a cathedral bell being struck by a warhammer.
Metallic scales exploded outward in a spray of molten fragments. The creature roared again, twisting mid-air to retaliate with a wing-swipe that could have flattened an aircraft carrier.
Luci caught it.
With one hand.
His skeletal fingers dug into the armored membrane, stopping the momentum completely.
The city below shook from the force exchange.
I felt it through my boots.
The creature snarled, Greed energy surging through its body as it attempted to siphon from Luci directly.
Big mistake.
Pride doesn’t give.
Pride takes.
Luci’s aura flared violently.
The siphoning attempt reversed.
Greed energy backlashed into the creature’s core, causing its chest reactor to flicker dangerously.
It staggered.
Luci headbutted it.
Yes.
Headbutted.
That was a rare move.
The collision detonated in mid-air, creating a shockwave so violent that nearby helicopters spun out of control and had to retreat.
The creature’s horn snapped clean off, spiraling downward into the rubble below like a fallen monument.
But it didn’t fall.
It adapted.
Its broken horn regrew, larger this time, spiraling backward in a more aggressive curve. Pride and Greed fused tighter, its body stabilizing under pressure.
Oh.
It’s learning.
Algan muttered beside me, “That thing is actually impressive.”
I nodded.
“Unfortunately for it, so is he.”
The creature gathered energy, massive amounts, compressing stolen soul residue into a singular blast point at its mouth.
Greed-Pride beam incoming.
It fired.
A column of blinding gold-violet energy tore through the night sky, cutting a line across the clouds and igniting the atmosphere in its wake.
Luci didn’t dodge.
He opened both wings fully.
Pride manifested like a divine shield.
The beam struck.
The impact flattened every remaining structural remnant of the skyscraper below.
Glass vaporized.
Concrete liquefied.
The sound? Deafening.
But when the light cleared… Luci stood there.
Untouched.
He lowered one wing slowly.
And then he moved.
Not forward.
Up.
Higher.
Above the creature.