Seven Sins System Chapter 847. Looping
Seven Sins System Chapter 847. Looping
The necromancer snarled and threw another corpse between us. I ducked under its swinging arm, drove one tentacle through its control knot, not the soul, not the body, just the knot, and let it drop.
“What?”
“The lover’s pain is looping into her binding,” Luci said. “If I break the crystal wrong, her soul tears.”
I caught a soul chain before it wrapped around my throat. “Then don’t break it wrong.”
“So helpful,” he cursed me.
“I believe in you.”
“Die.”
“Later.”
The necromancer’s face twitched with rage. “You will not free them.”
He slammed both hands into the floor.
The chamber responded.
Every corpse in the room jerked upright at once.
The coffins burst open.
His previous stolen bodies crawled out, mouths gaping, bones cracking, old skin tearing under the force of necromantic strings. Their young displaced souls shouted silently beside them, forced to watch their bodies used again.
That pissed me off more.
My Wrath rise before the room fully reacted to it.
Not explosive yet.
Just a slow, heavy pressure crawling up from somewhere deep in my chest, spreading through my bones, my horns, my tentacles, my shadow. The chamber darkened around me as if the world itself lowered its head.
The mansion’s underground wards swallowed most of the resonance, hiding it from the mortal realm above. Good. That meant I could push a little more without lighting up every angelic sensor in the sky.
Not too much.
I could feel the limit clearly.
Eighteen percent.
Maybe twenty-five if I wanted to stay safe.
Annoying.
But enough.
I could work with that.
I lifted one hand.
“Blood Curse.”
Red-black symbols spread from my palm, crawling across the floor like burning veins. They didn’t attack flesh. They attacked ownership.
The necromancer’s threads recoiled.
The necromancer screamed as several strings snapped from one of the coffin bodies. The young soul beside it gasped, suddenly pulled closer to its own corpse.
“Luci!” I shouted.
“I see it.”
Violet blades flashed.
He cut the weakened threads before they could reattach. One stolen body collapsed, and its soul finally touched it.
The corpse exhaled.
Not breath.
Release.
The soul dissolved upward in pale light.
One freed.
The necromancer staggered like someone punched his heart.
“Oh?” I smiled. “So freeing them hurts you.”
His eyes burned.
“You insolent—”
I lunged before he finished.
This time, I didn’t aim for his body.
I aimed for the air behind him.
The possession thread.
Thin.
Almost invisible.
A black-green cord running from the stolen body’s spine into something deeper below the floor.
My blade hit it.
The thread sparked.
Didn’t break.
The necromancer jerked violently, eyes wide.
Ah.
Found nerve.
He thrust his palm toward me, releasing a blast of compressed soul energy.
I crossed two tentacles in front of me.
Impact slammed me backward, boots dragging across stone.
Not painful.
But strong enough to be annoying.
I rolled my shoulders. “You can use the power of Envy too?” How did I know? Sin recognized sin.
The necromancer breathed hard, suddenly less elegant. “I learned from every scrap.”
“No.” My smile sharpened. “You copied.”
I moved again.
Faster.
My tentacles struck from five directions. He raised soul shields. I curved around them. He used chained guests. I cut the control knots. He tried to drag the bride chair backward. Luci pinned it with his power.
The whole chamber became a storm of strings, blades, violet light, red-black curses, and dead wedding décor getting absolutely ruined.
Luci pressed one palm against the crystal prison. His voice turned sharp.
“Pathetic mortal.”
The trapped soul weakly looked at him.
“I’m freeing you. Try not to collapse like wet paper.”
Violet light slipped into the crystal, not smashing, but separating layer by layer. Pride did not break ugly things when precision made the destruction more humiliating.
The bride’s soul began glowing faintly.
The necromancer sensed it. “No!”
He abandoned me for one second and turned toward Luci.
Wrong choice.
I appeared behind him.
My hand clamped around the back of his neck.
The stolen body froze.
The host soul beside him stared at me with terrified hope.
I leaned close to the necromancer’s ear. “Found you.”
He tried to scream.
My Envy tentacle pierced through the back of his shadow instead of flesh, sinking into the possession thread.
[Target: Possessing Soul Core]
[Memory Access: Forced]
[Resistance: High]
[Locating Original Soul Body…]
Images flashed.
An old mansion.
A young bride crying.
A servant boy holding her hand.
A gunshot.
Blood on stairs.
A woman hanging from a torn veil.
Old books.
Rot.
Whispers.
A corpse praying in a coffin.
Infernal residue collected from a battlefield years ago.
Envy essence stolen from a cult relic.
Wrath essence stolen from a summoning mark left by one of my ancient contract bloodlines.
Then…
The original body.
The first coffin.
The old corpse.
The real necromancer.
I opened my eyes. “I see…”
My tentacle shot toward the first coffin.
The necromancer panicked. “No!”
Soul shields surged toward it.
Too late.
My blade pierced the old corpse’s chest and dragged out a blackened core hidden beneath the ribs.
Not heart.
Soul anchor.
Ugly little thing.
Rotten green-black crystal wrapped in dried nerves.
[Core Anchor Located]
[Type: Necromantic Soul Root]
[Connection: Possessing Soul / Mansion Network / Bride Anchor]
[Warning: Destroying Core Will Trigger Soul Collapse Sequence]
[Recommended: Stabilize Captive Souls First]
I looked at Luci.
He was still working on the crystal.
“One minute,” he snapped.
The necromancer laughed breathlessly, desperation cracking through his voice. “You cannot kill me without killing them.”
I held the core in my tentacle blade.
Then smiled.
“Who said I’m killing you fast?”
His face went pale.
There.
That emotion again.
Fear.
Proper fear.
I leaned closer, voice low.
“You stole my essence. You misused souls. You tortured people without judgment. You trapped love and called it devotion.” My fingers tightened around his neck. “Congratulations.”
Luci’s crystal cracked softly.
The lover’s soul gasped.
The bride’s soul lifted her head.
I whispered into the necromancer’s ear. “You made this personal.”