Seven Sins System Chapter 812. Stay Out of This
Seven Sins System Chapter 812. Stay Out of This
For a moment, none of us made a voice.
The infirmary felt too small for what we’d just read. Too clean. Too… calm. Like reality hadn’t caught up yet with the kind of insanity sitting in my hands.
I stared at the documents again.
Mortals trying to replace Heaven and Hell.
Trying to optimize judgment.
Trying to own it.
Something in my chest tightened.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Just… pressure.
The kind that builds slowly.
Dangerously.
Because if I’m being honest?
I wanted to end the agreement.
Right there.
Right then.
Flip the switch.
Wrath mode.
No filters.
No “selective punishment.”
Just… Burn everything.
Clean slate.
Let fire do what logic can’t.
I exhaled slowly.
Took the wine.
Drank again.
Let it burn.
Because I knew I couldn’t.
I couldn’t just erase the mortal realm because a group of idiots decided to play god.
I had to choose.
Who’s guilty.
Who’s not.
Manual judgment.
Individual punishment.
Tedious.
Annoying.
Necessary.
I hated it.
Puriel suddenly spoke.
“Don’t.”
I froze.
Slowly turned my head toward her.
“…What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
She looked straight at me.
Sharp.
Focused.
“You had that look.”
I frowned.
“What look?”
“The one where you stop seeing people,” she said quietly. “And start seeing targets.”
A pause.
“You only have it when you want to destroy something.”
I tched softly.
Clicked my tongue.
Annoyed.
Not because she was wrong.
But because she was right.
And I didn’t like being read that easily.
Before I could say anything, Luci spoke.
“Ah.”
I didn’t need to look to know he was smirking.
“She really is a suitable fiancée for you, El.”
I turned my head sharply.
“Shut up.”
He lifted his glass lazily.
“Just an observation.”
Algan cleared his throat.
Professional.
Grounded.
“We can’t let them complete their plan,” he said.
I nodded.
“Obviously,” Luci added flatly. “That’s why we are here.”
I ran a hand through my hair.
“Yeah. We need to track them.”
I looked back at the papers.
Then at the empty space where location data should have been.
“…All this evidence,” I muttered, “and no coordinates? No base? No traceable origin?”
I looked up.
“You’re telling me we have to search again?”
Luci sneered.
“Shut up and get to work.”
I blinked.
“Excuse me?”
Lumira stepped forward slightly.
“I can help—”
I cut her off by grabbing Luci’s bottle.
Again.
Snatched it clean.
Drank straight from it this time.
No glass.
No ceremony.
Luci stared at me.
“That’s your job, prince,” he said, voice tight.
Oh.
He’s pissed.
So am I.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Funny,” I said. “I thought Pride was all about perfection. Yet here we are. No results. No leads. Just rubble and theory.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You are one to talk,” he shot back. “You vanished the moment manual labor was required.”
I laughed. Short. Sharp.
“I sent help.”
“You left me with debris.”
“You handled it.”
“That is not the point.”
“Oh, it absolutely is.”
We stepped closer without realizing it.
Too close.
Close enough to feel the shift in each other’s aura.
“You think delegating shadows counts as assistance?” Luci continued, voice dropping. “I was holding a collapsing structure together while idiots crawled under my hands.”
“And you’re alive,” I shot back. “Which means I trusted the right person.”
“That is not praise.”
“That’s because you don’t know how to take it.”
His jaw tightened.
Mine too.
And then... yeah.
We grabbed each other.
Collars.
Sharp.
Immediate.
His grip tightened at my shirt like he wanted to wrinkle existence. Mine caught his lapel just as firmly, pulling him half a step forward.
The air around us compressed.
Tense.
Charged.
“You’re insufferable,” he muttered.
“You’re dramatic,” I fired back.
“I am efficient.”
“You’re offended.”
“I should be.”
A beat.
Breath.
Then we both tched.
Released at the same time.
Stepped back.
Like it didn’t just happen.
Algan didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Just watched.
Deadpan.
Like this was routine.
Which… yeah.
It kind of was.
Puriel stepped forward.
“Both of you—”
“Stay out of this,” we said at the same time.
Lumira tried next.
“Maybe we should focus—”
“No.”
Again.
In sync.
We stopped.
Looked at each other.
And somehow?
That made it worse.
Because now we were aligned.
And still arguing.
Luci tilted his head slightly.
“You are frustrated.”
“No,” I said immediately.
“Yes, you are.”
“And you’re not?”
He didn’t answer.
Which meant yes.
Because this?
This whole situation?
Ridiculous.
Mortals trying to rewrite cosmic order.
No clear target.
No clean solution.
Just mess.
“How long is this going to drag?” I muttered under my breath. I seriously needed targets. Wrath without targets was… violence. Chaos.
He heard it.
“As long as it needs to,” he replied. No, he didn’t refer to the case, but to this stupid brawl.
I exhaled slowly.
My patience thinning.
His too.
I could feel it.
In the way his fingers tightened around his glass.
I paused.
Then sighed.
“I guess there’s only one way out.”
No one spoke.
But they felt it.
That shift.
That decision.
I closed my eyes briefly.
Then opened them.
“Shadow Space,” I muttered.
[You have activated Shadow Space.]
The world warped.
Not violently.
Smooth.
Controlled.
A dome formed around us, black, silent, absolute.
Walls of compressed shadow sealed the space.
The noise gone.
Mortals gone.
Just us.
Me.
Luci.
Algan.
Puriel.
Lumira.
Contained.
Isolated.
Perfect.
Algan exhaled slowly. “Oh no…” he muttered.
Puriel stiffened.
Lumira looked around, slightly uneasy.
Luci cracked his knuckles.
Once.
Twice.
Slow.
Deliberate.
“Oh,” he said softly.
His eyes locked onto mine.
A smirk forming.
“So we’re doing this, huh?”
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
My body shifted.
Darkness surged.
Human form peeled away.
Demonic form returned.
Full.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
Six tentacles unfurled behind me, blades gleaming faintly.
My eyes locked onto his face.
Steady.
Focused.
“Yeah.”
Because sometimes?
When logic fails.
When patience runs out.
When frustration builds too much.
You don’t talk it out.
You burn it out.
And honestly?
I needed this.
Badly.