Seven Sins System Chapter 814. Never Seen Hot Devils Like Us?
Seven Sins System Chapter 814. Never Seen Hot Devils Like Us?
We locked there.
Close.
Breathing steady.
Eyes locked.
And then…
Nothing.
No strike.
No follow-up.
No dramatic finish.
Just… stillness.
For a moment, none of us moved. The air, which had been tearing itself apart seconds ago, settled into something eerily calm. The rumble faded. The dust stopped drifting.
I stepped back first.
Not because I lost.
Not because he won.
Just… enough.
Luci adjusted his sleeve.
Like we didn’t just try to cave each other’s ribs in.
We both turned away at the same time.
Professional.
Composed.
Like we were back in a meeting.
I rolled my shoulder once, testing the lingering ache. My tentacles retracted smoothly, folding back into shadow like they’d never been there.
“I guess,” I said casually, like we weren’t standing in a recently wrecked pocket dimension, “we need to drag Mamon’s ass again.”
Luci huffed.
“Yeah,” he said flatly. “Feels pathetic.”
He ran a hand through his hair, already back to that polished, irritatingly composed version of himself. “This isn’t our domain,” he said, voice flat. “Or our specialty. Hell, handling mortals isn’t even mine.”
I smirked slightly.
“I can handle mortals.”
He glanced at me.
“Depends on the context,” I added. “Babysitting them… or killing them.”
His lips twitched, almost amused. “You’ve been quite good at babysitting lately.” I shot him a look, unimpressed. “That’s not a compliment.”
He didn’t argue, just took a slow sip of wine, like that proved his point better than words ever could.
He didn’t deny it.
We moved at the same time.
Teleportation.
No coordination needed.
We just… knew.
The space shifted.
And we reappeared a few steps away from where Puriel, Lumira, and Algan stood, still watching us like we’d just demonstrated a new category of insanity.
We were fully human again.
Dr. Allen.
Polished.
Contained.
I snapped my fingers.
The Shadow Space collapsed instantly, dissolving into nothing. The infirmary returned, clean, untouched, like the last ten minutes had been a shared hallucination.
No cracks.
No debris.
No evidence.
Just silence.
I walked over and sat down casually, crossing one leg over the other like I’d just finished a light discussion.
Luci followed, pulling out another bottle of wine and a glass.
He poured.
Then handed it to me without a word.
I took it.
Because at this point?
This is ritual.
“So,” he said, leaning back slightly, “who’s going to take him?”
I took a slow sip.
“Mamon,” he clarified. “You know him.”
A pause.
“He dislikes it here.”
Yeah.
That’s putting it lightly.
“He’s a workaholic,” Luci continued, “but only when it involves money.”
I nodded slightly.
“He won’t care about this.”
Another sip.
Burn.
Focus.
“I’ll think of a way,” I said.
Luci tilted his head.
“So?”
“I’ll go back to the Shadow Realm,” I continued. “Talk to him directly. Or my dad. We need his authorization.”
A beat.
“And get your wine.”
He smirked faintly.
“Great.”
He stood, stretching slightly.
“Then I’ll find another five-star hotel,” he added, adjusting his cuff, “and enjoy myself a bit.”
I glanced at him.
“Just be careful.”
He waved it off.
“I know, I know.”
We turned.
And that’s when we saw them.
Puriel.
Lumira.
Standing there.
Looking at us like we just broke something fundamental in their understanding of reality.
Luci blinked once.
Then smirked.
“What?” he said casually. “Never seen hot devils like us?”
Lumira opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
“…You guys just fought.”
I nodded.
“Yeah.”
Puriel stared at me.
Long.
Hard.
“…You were trying to kill each other.”
“No,” I said calmly.
A pause.
“Not really.”
She blinked.
“Define ‘not really.’”
I tilted my head slightly.
“We weren’t aiming for permanent damage.”
Luci added, “That would be inefficient. We aren’t dumb.”
Lumira looked between us.
Confused.
Concerned.
Trying to piece it together.
“But… why?” she asked softly. “Why fight like that?”
I exhaled slowly.
'How do you explain this?'
I gestured vaguely.
“Pressure release.”
Puriel frowned.
“That’s not normal.”
Algan spoke.
“It is.”
They both turned to him.
He shrugged.
“Among demons,” he clarified.
Luci nodded once.
“It’s faster than talking.”
I smirked.
“And more honest.”
Puriel crossed her arms.
“That didn’t look honest,” she said. “That looked violent.”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s the point.”
Lumira looked at me.
“…And now you’re fine?”
I considered that.
Then nodded.
“Yeah. It’s cultural.”
Luci took a sip of his wine.
“More or less.”
Puriel exhaled slowly, clearly trying to process this in a way that didn’t give her a headache.
“…You switch too fast,” she muttered.
Luci smirked.
“We’re efficient.”
“You’re unstable.”
I raised a hand.
“Both can be true.”
Lumira rubbed her temple lightly.
“I don’t understand how you go from trying to tear each other apart… to this.”
I leaned back in my seat.
“Because the problem wasn’t each other.”
She paused.
“…Then what was it?”
I lifted the document slightly.
“This.”
Silence.
That landed.
Puriel’s expression shifted again.
From confusion…
To focus.
“Right,” she said quietly.
Luci exhaled through his nose.
“Back to the actual problem.”
I nodded.
“Yeah.”
The mood settled.
Still tense.
Still complicated.
But aligned again.
Like always.
Because no matter how chaotic it gets between us…
When it matters?
We come back to the same side.
I stood slowly.
“Alright,” I said. “I’ll go get Mamon.”
Luci waved his hand lazily.
“And my wine.”
I glanced at him.
“I heard you the first time.”
He smirked.
“Just making sure.”
Puriel watched me carefully.
“You’re going alone?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t like that.
I could tell.
But she didn’t argue.
This part was mine.
I stepped back.
Dark power was already gathering at my feet as I used my Portal skills.
“One way or another,” I said quietly, more to myself than anyone else, “we’re dragging him into this.”
Luci raised his glass slightly.
“Good luck.”
I smirked faintly.
“I won’t need it.”
And then, I stepped into the portal again.
Because if mortals want to play gods?
Then it’s time we bring in the one Sin who actually understands systems.
Even if he hates every second of it.