Seven Sins System Chapter 840. Obedience Catalyst
Seven Sins System Chapter 840. Obedience Catalyst
Silence returned.
For about three seconds.
Which was generous, honestly.
Luci stood in the middle of the dining room with his arms slightly away from his sides like the entire mansion had personally offended his skin. His skincare sheet mask still clung to his face perfectly, which was impressive considering we had just sliced through a room full of fake corpses, rot magic, soul residue, and the kind of smell that could humble a plague god.
He stared at the dust piles around us.
“I thought,” he said slowly, voice tight with disgust, “in this modern world, mortals had already forgotten necromancy.”
I looked down at the shattered dry limbs near my foot. “I thought it was us who taught mortals necromancy.”
A pause.
Luci turned his masked face toward me.
“That makes this worse.”
“Yep.”
I crouched slightly and touched the floorboards with two fingers. The pulse underneath remained. Low. Slow. Feeding. Like a heart that wasn’t supposed to be beating anymore.
I frowned. “Funny thing is, this could never hurt us.”
Luci scoffed. “Obviously.”
“No, I mean technically.” I stood again, looking around. “Necromancy powered by scraps and mortal ritual? Cute. Annoying. Smelly. But harmless.”
“Then why do I feel insulted?”
“Because using demonic power to kill a devil is wrong. Or stupid.”
“Stupid,” he decided immediately.
“Yeah. Definitely stupid.”
The dining room looked worse now. Chairs overturned. Dust hanging in the air. The long table split in several places where our power had clipped it during the fight. And at the head of the table, the bride puppet still sat there.
Still.
Untouched.
White veil drooping over its hollow face.
Its stitched mouth slightly tilted downward.
Luci followed my gaze. “The part I hate,” he said quietly, “is the recycling.”
That made me glance at him.
He wasn’t joking now.
His voice had lost the theatrical disgust for a second.
“The power, the souls…” His jaw tightened behind the sheet mask. “Fine. I don’t care about the power. Power can be stolen, copied, wasted, whatever. But the souls…”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “That’s a problem.”
Because souls had rules.
Not moral rules.
Structural rules.
Heaven took what belonged upward.
Hell took what belonged downward.
Even we respected that cycle because the alternative was chaos, and not fun chaos. Not Wrath gets to punch things chaos. Actual collapse. Reality bureaucracy falling apart and nobody getting punished properly.
Nobody likes that.
Well, maybe Belph. He could sleep through anything.
My stare stayed locked on the bride puppet. “Maybe it’s related to that thing.”
Luci followed as I walked closer.
The puppet remained seated, head slightly bowed, hands folded in its lap like a decorative nightmare.
My gaze locked on the vial.
The liquid inside glimmered faintly. Not bright. More like something pretending to be alive.
One of my tentacles slithered forward instead, its shape narrowing until the tip became thin enough to dip into the vial without spilling a drop.
I lifted it near my face.
Then paused.
Because obviously I wasn’t going to drink it.
I’m Wrath, not an idiot.
The tentacle tip split open into a tiny mouth, teeth retracting as a small tongue slipped out with absolute reluctance.
Honestly, even my tentacle looked offended.
It licked the sample.
The reaction came immediately.
[Sample Acquired]
[Analyzing Substance…]
[Composition: Demonic Residue Mixed]
[Human Essence Detected]
[Soul Fragment Traces: Present]
[Additive Detected: Obedience Catalyst]
[Function: Behavioral Suppression / External Command Acceptance]
[Comparable Historical Substance: Mortal Manipulation Tonic (Ancient Variant)]
[Threat Level to Demonic Entities: Negligible]
[Threat Level to Mortals: Severe]
I made a face.
“Ew.”
Luci leaned slightly away from the vial. “Do not say ‘ew’ after tasting mysterious corpse juice. That is deeply unsettling.”
“It has human essence mixed with demonic residue.”
“Still disgusting.”
“And obedience catalyst.”
That made him pause.
His eyes narrowed through the mask holes. “Obedience?”
“Yeah. Like those old manipulation tonics mortals used centuries ago.” I watched the liquid crawl along the glass unnaturally slow. “Make people suggestible. Easier to command.”
“I remember those.” Luci’s voice turned flat. “Ugly trend.”
“Very ugly.”
Then…
The bride puppet moved.
Not its body.
Just its fingers.
A tiny twitch.
The vial slipped.
Time slowed for half a second.
Then it hit the floor.
Shattered.
The liquid splashed outward in a thin shimmering wave, spreading across the room faster than fluid should have moved. It evaporated almost instantly, turning into pale vapor that curled upward like ghost breath.
At the same time…
Every door slammed shut.
Every window sealed.
The dining room locked itself down.
[Trap Activated]
[Airborne Obedience Catalyst Released]
[Biological Inhalation Trigger Detected]
I looked at the vapor.
Then at Luci.
He had both hands pressed to his sheet mask like it was a divine barrier. “What?” he snapped.
I stared. “You’re securing your skincare mask?”
“It covers my nose.”
“It is wet flower paper.”
“And yet I feel protected.”
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
Honestly, I had nothing.
The vapor thickened around us, filling the room with a sickly sweet scent. Flowers, rot, and something metallic underneath. If a mortal inhaled this, their mind would soften. Their will would bend. Their instincts would rearrange themselves around whoever held the controlling command.
Not bad.
For mortals.
The issue was…
We weren’t mortal.
I glanced at Luci again. “Let’s just pretend they got us.”
He stared. Absolutely offended. “That is against my pride.”
“You want extra work?”
His eyes narrowed.
Silence.
A very long silence.
“…Fine.”
I nodded. “Good.”
I pulled my tentacles back into my shadow, hiding them completely. My aura dropped low. I let my shoulders slacken and my gaze unfocus just enough to resemble someone whose will had been scooped out with a spoon.
Luci did the same, though his version of “mind-controlled puppet” still looked like a nobleman mildly bored at a bad opera.
Also the sheet mask remained.
Which made this entire deception feel clinically insane.
We stood still.
The vapor crawled around us.
A minute passed.
Then another.
Footsteps came.
Slow.
Dragging.
Multiple.
Not the mastermind.
That would be too convenient.