Seven Sins System Chapter 810. Unfunny
Seven Sins System Chapter 810. Unfunny
The air shifted slightly as I landed behind Puriel.
She didn’t turn immediately.
But I knew she felt me.
That meant I didn’t have to explain twice.
Reporters were still buzzing around her, microphones hovering, cameras flashing, questions overlapping into one long, unbearable noise.
Lumira was a few steps away, half-kneeling beside a wounded man while politely being asked if she could “look more hopeful.”
Yeah.
No.
I leaned in just enough for Puriel to hear me.
“Don’t react.”
A pause.
Then, under her breath… tight, controlled.
“Azrael, if this is—”
“Follow my lead,” I cut in softly.
She went silent.
That was her version of ‘I hate this, but I’m listening’.
Perfect.
Because if we’re doing this?
We’re doing it with style.
I stepped forward into the open.
No more subtlety.
Shadow peeled away from me, revealing my full demonic silhouette, wings partially spread, horns catching the flashing lights, presence thick enough to make the nearest mortals physically step back.
Gasps rippled outward.
Good.
Fear works faster than explanations.
My tentacles slid forward smoothly, almost lazily.
One wrapped around Puriel’s waist.
Firm.
Controlled.
Not hurting.
Just unmistakable.
Another curled upward, hovering just beside her neck, close enough to suggest danger without actually touching skin.
Behind me, Algan moved in sync.
He stepped toward Lumira, blade already in hand, clean, sharp, and very convincingly positioned just beneath her throat.
Lumira blinked.
Then…
She understood.
Oh.
She’s fast.
She didn’t struggle.
Didn’t panic.
Just… played along.
I almost respected that.
I straightened slightly and raised my voice just enough to cut through the noise.
“Get lost, mortals.”
Silence hit like a wall.
Every camera turned.
Every microphone froze mid-air.
Someone dropped their equipment.
Finally.
Attention.
One of the reporters, brave or stupid, hard to tell, took a step forward.
“Release them!” he shouted. “You can’t just—”
I tilted my head slowly.
“Can’t?” I echoed.
My tentacle tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make the message clear.
“You’ve been swarming them for the past hour,” I continued, voice calm, almost conversational. “Demanding blessings. Interviews. Attention.”
I gestured vaguely at the crowd.
“You’re treating them like attractions.”
Another voice, shaky this time, spoke up.
“They’re here to help!”
I snorted softly.
“Help doesn’t mean ownership.”
The police shifted.
Weapons raised.
Hands trembling.
Good luck with that.
I stepped forward one pace.
The ground beneath my boots cracked slightly, not from force, but from presence.
“You want them to save you?” I asked lightly. “From us?”
No one answered.
I laughed like a devil I was.
One of the exorcists lifted a talisman, clearly debating whether to try something incredibly stupid.
Algan’s blade pressed just a fraction closer to Lumira’s neck.
The man froze.
Smart.
“Back off,” I said.
Not loud.
Not angry.
Just final.
The crowd shifted.
Then slowly…
They stepped back.
One by one.
Cameras lowering.
Microphones retreating.
Police repositioning.
Distance forming.
That’s right.
Space.
Breathing room.
Puriel remained still in my hold.
But I felt it.
The tension in her shoulders easing.
Just a little.
Enough.
I leaned closer to her again, voice dropping.
“See? Efficient.”
She didn’t respond.
But she didn’t resist either.
Which, for her?
That’s basically approval.
Algan stepped back slightly, maintaining the illusion but loosening the actual pressure.
Lumira exhaled quietly.
The wounded civilians were now being handled properly, paramedics moving in without interference, finally able to do their job.
Good.
Mission success.
I lifted my free hand.
Shadow gathered instantly.
A circular tear formed in the air beside us, dark, swirling, stable.
Portal.
I glanced once more at the mortals.
They were watching.
Wide-eyed.
Silent.
Finally learning.
I smirked faintly.
“She’s mine,” I said flatly. “Touch her again and I’ll flatten every one of you and eat your souls.”
No one answered.
And I could taste fear. Oh… I love this. Mortal fear.
I pulled Puriel slightly closer, not rough, just guiding.
Algan did the same with Lumira.
Then we stepped back.
And into the portal.
The world folded.
Sound vanished.
Light bent.
And just like that, we were gone.
The portal folded behind us with a soft, final sigh, and the world snapped back into something… familiar. Sterile light. Clean floors. The faint scent of antiseptic and overworked coffee.
The academy’s infirmary.
I exhaled slowly as my wings dissolved into nothing, horns retracting, shadow peeling off my skin like a second layer being politely dismissed. My body shifted, condensed, refined human.
Dr. Allen.
Right on cue.
Luci was already there.
Of course he was.
Leaning against the counter like he’d been waiting for us for hours, fully composed in his humanoid form. Suit perfect. Hair flawless. Expression mildly irritated, his default state.
My double stood near the corner, flipping through files like a proper assistant. Efficient. Silent. Honestly? I should reward myself for that level of delegation.
I checked the clock.
11:57 PM.
I blinked.
Yeah.
Time gap.
Puriel and Lumira stepped out of the portal behind me, their forms softening into something more acceptable for mortal environments. Still radiant, but less divine intervention, more top student who definitely judges you silently.
Luci pushed himself off the counter.
“So slow,” he said flatly.
I glanced at him, already walking past.
“I needed to save our princesses first.”
Puriel made a sound.
Lumira looked away.
Luci stopped.
Turned.
Glared.
“You should have saved me first,” Luci snapped, voice tight with restrained fury. “You should’ve seen those mortals. Swarming. Blocking my line of sight.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, sharp exhale.
“They kept getting in the way. I had to stop. Actually stop. Mid-excavation to push them back without breaking them. Do you know how irritating that is?”
His jaw tightened.
“I almost… Almost! Crushed the entire section just to clear space. Had to pin a support beam in place with one hand while dragging three idiots out with the other.”
I paused.
Slowly turned my head toward him.
Looked him up and down.
Considered.
Then shrugged.
“I could save you.”
A beat.
“If you wore a white dress and a halo.”
Silence.
Algan choked behind me.
Lumira covered her mouth.
Puriel turned away immediately.
Luci tched sharply, adjusting his sleeve like he was one second away from starting another incident.
“Unfunny.”