Seven Sins System Chapter 817. I’m Enlightened

Seven Sins System Chapter 817. I’m Enlightened

Luci glanced over, smirk ready. “Took you long enough, babysitter.”

“Front-desk politics,” I replied, dumping the memory of hypnosis into the don’t mention at parties folder. “Nice robe.”

He preened. “Limited edition. Egyptian silk.” He poured deep crimson wine into a glass shaped like regret. “Care to join civilized company?”

I raised a brow. “Civilized? Coming from someone who almost drew a summoning circle with his—”

“Do not finish that sentence in my penthouse.” He shoved the glass across the bar. I took it, sniffed, Hellfire Cabernet, aged in charred pride barrels, notes of blackcurrant and questionable decisions.

Algan slid another glass my way… water, because balance. “Lord Luci needed sparring earlier,” he said, deadpan. “Now he needs unwinding.”

I sipped the wine. “And you need?”

“Security.” He pointed behind me. I turned. Two gargoyle-shaped shadow constructs perched on the balcony rail, wings tucked, eyes glowing faint. Personal bodyguards. Subtle as a hammer.

“Nice touch,” I said.

Luci leaned against the counter, robe flaring like a smug curtain. “Now that the nanny is here, we can confirm the schedule. You fetch Mamon tomorrow?”

“First thing, after coffee.” I slumped on the opposite stool. Penthouse lavender-scented air beat dorm dust any night.

“And how was Your Dad?” Luci asked, swirling his glass.

“Thrilled.” I drained half my wine. “He approved. Conditionally. Limited window.”

“Which means,” Luci mused, “Mamon gets, what, forty-eight hours before Hell’s quarterly report implodes?”

“Something like that.”

Algan set his water down with a quiet clink. “We’ll need a plan before he arrives.”

“Working on it,” I said. “Right after I forget my mattress springs ever existed.”

Luci gestured around. “Plenty of spare rooms. I already claimed the master. You can flip a coin for the second suite.”

Algan stood. “I’ll take the sofa. Better vantage.”

“Suit yourself,” Luci replied, unbothered. He stretched, catlike, lazy, dangerous, then yawned theatrically. “I’m turning in.”

I watched him glide toward his marble hallway of self-esteem before clearing my throat. “Hold up. Don’t you want your wine?”

He paused, half-turned, eyebrow lifting in tired curiosity.

I smiled. A very Wrath smile. One tentacle slipped from my sleeve, coiling into view like a stage curtain, then bloomed into a fang-lined mouth. The mouth gagged, coughed once, and spat a dusty, black-glass bottle onto the bar with a slick plop.

A wine. Legendary Tier. Only a handful of bottles existed. Those that did carried a bouquet of scorched oak, forbidden figs, and mild existential panic.

“Your wine.”

Luci’s eyes lit the way a dragon’s do when it spots unattended treasure. He snatched the bottle, inspected the wax seal, and tucked it against his silk robe like a newborn. “My precious,” he hissed.

I cringed. “Never quote that around me again.” It reminded me of a certain creature who was obsessed with a ring in a mortal fantasy movie

He ignored the rebuke, already stroking the glass like it purrs.

Algan sipped his water, expression blank. He’d clearly accepted we weren’t getting a drop. Good soldier.

“Whatever,” I sighed, waving off the one-devil wine hoarding. “I need two things. Food and scalding water.”

Luci, still cuddling the bottle, tilted his head magnanimously. “I’ll order room service for you. Triple portions. Whatever keeps you quiet.”

“Thanks, Your Royal Snobbishness.”

He gave a regal sniff and vanished down the hall, muttering sweet nothings to fermentation. I grabbed a plush towel from a cabinet that cost more than my annual mortal salary and found the penthouse spa bath.

The bathroom, if you can even call it that, looked like Olympus leased to a luxury developer. Polished stone everywhere, mood lighting in the ceiling, and a hot-tub sunken into the floor large enough to drown regrets. A shelf held tiny glass vials of oils.

I set the taps to maximum, steam billowing instantly. The water roared in with hiss. I closed my eyes and imagined it bubbling at hellfire temperatures. Close enough.

Clothes off. Towel ready. I sank into the tub until only hair, poked above the surface. Every muscle unknotted in sequence. The whole penthouse fell away, replaced by the heavy silence of liquid heat.

Heaven, ironically.

-Knock! Knock!

“Room service, sir!”

I grumbled, “Door’s open!” because teleporting in wet would ruin the tile. Algan had likely been the one who opened the door for them.

The attendant rolled a small feast to the edge of the bath.

Steak so rare it had an alibi, fries dusted with truffle, a cake slice taller than my patience, and three small metal pitchers labeled Extra Very Hot Sauce.

The attendant wheeled it all to the tub’s edge, then hesitated. His gaze ping-ponged between me and the clouds of steam curling off the water like it owed me rent.

“Uh… would you like us to adjust the temperature, sir?” he ventured, eyes watering from the humidity.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You’re sure? Because I think—”

I lifted one brow, let my eyes flash just a shade past human. “I said… I’m good.”

He swallowed, nodded in stereo with the bellhop, and the pair retreated so fast their shoes squeaked, leaving me to my lava bath feast in blessed, blistering peace.

I attacked the steak first, letting sanguine juices drip into the water. Perfect marinade. Then fries, then cake. Sugar rush met lava soak, best double-shot ever.

At some point, Luci’s cackling echoed through the suite, he’d uncorked the wine and was likely narrating tasting notes to Algan, who’d murmur back “Yes, my lord,” every thirty seconds.

Half an hour later, sufficiently poached, I climbed out, wrapped myself in a robe fluffy enough to cloud surf, and padded to the bedroom.

On the way I peeked toward the living area. Luci lounged on a divan, cradling an empty bottle like a spent romance novel, while Algan performed guard duty beside a window, stoic as a statue.

“Happy now?” I asked.

Luci’s lids were half-masted. “Legend says that bottle brings enlightenment,” he slurred, patting it. “I’m enlightened.”

“Great. Enlighten yourself to bed before you baptize the marble floor.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “Floors are replaceable, reputation priceless.”

I rolled my eyes, retreated, collapsed onto the mattress. Sheets cool, pillow sink-in perfect.

Five seconds later, I was asleep.