Seven Sins System Chapter 838. The Pride Lord and A Sheet Mask
Seven Sins System Chapter 838. The Pride Lord and A Sheet Mask
I stared. “Use something decent.”
He looked offended. “This is decent.”
“It’s attractive.”
“That is the point.”
“No. The point is hiding. Not starting a fan club.”
He opened his mouth.
I raised one finger. “Non-attractive mask.”
“You ask the impossible.”
I sighed and pulled out my own mask.
Flu mask.
Plain.
Simple.
Mortal.
White.
I put it on.
Luci stared at me. Then physically recoiled. “You look like a demon avoiding pollen.”
“I blend perfectly.”
“You look like you’re about to prescribe cough syrup.”
“I am literally Dr. Allen.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is humiliating.”
“You’ll survive.”
He tched again, then suddenly paused.
“Wait. I have a mask.”
I looked at him suspiciously.
“From where?”
“Last night’s penthouse. The bathroom.”
“Wear it,” I said.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small glossy packet.
I stared at it.
No.
No way.
It was… a sheet mask.
He tore it open.
A wet, folded sheet slid out into his hand.
Luci frowned down at it.
“…This is weird.”
I said nothing.
He lifted it closer.
“It smells like… flowers?”
Still said nothing.
“And why is it wet?”
I opened my mouth.
I genuinely almost explained.
But before I could, he unfolded it and put it on his face.
Seriously.
Placed the entire skincare sheet mask over his face, smoothing it carefully over his nose, cheeks, and jaw like he was preparing for battle with hydration.
Luci adjusted the eye holes.
Then inhaled.
“Oh.”
He sounded pleasantly surprised.
“This is nice.”
I stared at him.
He touched his cheek through the mask.
“I feel… like I could become more handsome by wearing this.”
I closed my mouth.
Nope.
I wasn’t telling him.
Not my problem.
If Pride wanted to storm a creepy mansion wearing a mortal moisturizing sheet mask, who was I to stop history?
I bit the inside of my cheek.
Hard.
“Let’s move,” I said, voice suspiciously strained.
Luci narrowed his eyes through the sheet mask. “Are you laughing?”
“No. I’m deeply focused.”
“You’re shaking.”
“Morning chill.”
He stared. The mask made him look like a terrifying spa ghost.
Which, improved the disguise.
We shifted forms carefully.
Not full disaster mode.
Controlled demonic manifestation.
My horns emerged beneath my hair, smaller than usual. My eyes darkened, red glint faint behind the flu mask. Tentacles curled behind me, low and close to the ground like living shadows.
Luci’s wings folded tightly against his back, dark power wrapping around him like a noble cloak. Horns subtle. Claws hidden.
Sheet mask glowing faintly in the gloomy morning light.
We approached the gate.
The iron bars were rusted, but the lock wasn’t.
Interesting.
New lock.
Old house.
Luci noticed too.
His masked face tilted slightly.
“Someone maintains the entrance.”
“Badly.”
“Still maintained.”
I touched the gate with one tentacle.
A faint pulse ran through the metal.
[Trace Detected: Concealment Ward]
[Origin: Mortal-Made, Residue-Fueled]
So the mansion looked abandoned on purpose.
I smirked behind the mask. “Fake ugly.”
Luci’s sheet mask wrinkled slightly as he frowned. “Even worse.”
I gently pushed the gate.
It opened without a sound.
That was more unsettling than creaking.
We walked through the yard slowly.
Dead grass bent under our steps. Fog curled around our ankles. The house loomed larger as we approached, windows like black eyes staring from a face too tired to scream.
And somewhere deep inside, something shifted.
I felt it.
A pulse.
A breath.
Like the mansion noticed us.
My tentacles lifted slightly.
Luci’s claws extended just a fraction.
The sheet mask stayed perfectly in place.
I whispered, “Observation.”
[Observation Activated]
[Life Signs: 0 Mortal Standard]
[Non-Mortal Signatures: Unknown]
[Residue Collection Activity: Recent]
[Warning: Interior Space Distortion Detected]
I glanced at Luci.
He glanced back.
For once, no joke.
Then he said, completely seriously through a flower-scented skincare mask, “If anything stains this, I will be upset.”
I almost lost it. Instead, I faced the mansion door.
“Noted.”
My tentacle reached forward and gently touched the handle.
Cold.
Too cold.
The door opened inward by itself.
Darkness waited inside.
I smiled faintly. “Haunted mansion?”
Luci sighed.
“Of course.”
And together, two disguised devils stepped inside.
The mansion swallowed us whole.
Not dramatically with a slam of doors or screaming ghosts. That would’ve been too honest. Instead, the darkness accepted us quietly, politely, like a butler who already knew we were doomed and didn’t want to embarrass us in front of the furniture.
The first thing that hit me was the smell.
Rot.
Not simple rot. Not the ordinary mortal version… old wood, wet carpet, dead rat behind a wall. No, this was deeper. Thicker. Familiar in the worst way. Grave soil after rain. Old bones left under cursed stone. That wet, clinging odor that belonged to forgotten burial pits, necromancer workshops, and the undead tribes in the Shadow Realm who treated hygiene like a philosophical enemy.
I paused in the foyer.
The mansion’s interior was massive, but wrong. The outside looked abandoned. The inside looked… preserved. Dust covered the furniture, yes, but the chairs were aligned too neatly. Portraits hung on the walls, their faces scratched out. A chandelier dangled overhead, crystals darkened by grime, swaying slightly even though no wind moved through the room.
The floor beneath our feet was polished black wood.
Too polished.
Someone maintained this place.
Someone wanted it to look dead while keeping it alive underneath.
My eyes narrowed.
“Necromancy?” I muttered.
Beside me, Luci made a sound.
Not a dignified sound.
A gag.
I slowly turned my head.
He had one hand over the lower half of his skincare mask like that would help. His eyes were narrowed with pure offense.
“This place,” he said tightly, “is horrible.”
I stared at him. “You’re a devil. Why are you gagging?”
He shot me a glare through the wet floral sheet mask. Which, by the way, made the whole thing ten times less intimidating and ten times more cursed.
“I am a devil,” he snapped. “But I am Pride.”
“And?”
“Have you ever seen Pride standing in the middle of a graveyard?”