Seven Sins System Chapter 850. Tragic Lovers
Seven Sins System Chapter 850. Tragic Lovers
The mansion exhaled.
The bride’s soul drifted from her preserved body completely now. For the first time, she looked young without looking trapped. Her pale translucent dress shifted into something softer, cleaner, no longer stiff with ritual preservation.
The lover’s soul moved toward her.
She moved toward him.
They met in the middle of the ruined wedding hall and wrapped their arms around each other like mortal movie climax. The tragic lovers reunited. The cursed wedding broken. The evil necromancer dragged to punishment. Very cinematic. Very emotional. Very predictable.
If there had been music, I would’ve blamed Luci.
Around us, other souls began to rise.
Some glowed softly and drifted upward through shafts of light that pierced the underground ceiling like reality had opened windows for them. Others darkened, their feet sinking into cracks that opened beneath them.
Because being trapped and tortured didn’t mean you escaped your sins.
That was the part mortals hated.
Suffering didn’t erase what you did before suffering started.
A murderer could be murdered and still answer for murder.
A thief could be robbed and still answer for theft.
A cruel person could become a victim and still carry every cruelty they chose.
The afterlife wasn’t a pity contest.
It was accounting.
Mamon probably loved that.
The old guests began leaving one by one. Some cried as they went upward. Some screamed as they were pulled down. Some looked resigned. Some looked shocked, as if death had given them decades to think and they still somehow expected sympathy to replace judgment.
Nope.
Not my department.
Well, partially my department.
But not right now.
All of us looked at the reunited pair.
Even Luci stopped complaining.
Mamon glanced at them once, then at his tablet, already counting.
The bride and the lover remained wrapped around each other. A faint light opened beneath her, soft and warm.
She smiled through tears. “We’ll never be apart again.”
The man nodded quickly, pressing his forehead to hers. “Never.”
Ah. That sounded beautiful.
I narrowed my eyes.
Because when someone says “never” in front of cosmic sorting forces, reality usually takes it personally.
The light beneath the bride brightened.
Beautiful.
Warm.
Gentle.
Then it took her.
Only her.
She gasped, her body lifting slowly, golden-white light wrapping around her like hands pulling her upward. Her expression shifted from relief to confusion.
The lover reached for her.
But beneath his feet?
The floor cracked.
Darkness opened.
Not necromancer darkness.
Judgment darkness.
His soul jerked downward.
The bride screamed. “No!”
The lover grabbed her hand with both of his, his face twisting in panic.
“No—no, wait—why?”
Their fingers locked together.
For one second, the whole chamber became a tug-of-war between two destinations.
Up and down.
Light and shadow.
Not romantic.
Administrative.
The man screamed at us, eyes wide with betrayal. “Why?! Why do you need to separate us again?!”
The bride sobbed, trying to hold on. “No, please! Please don’t take him!”
The man looked directly at me.
Like I controlled the whole afterlife.
I sighed. “Oh dear.”
His face shook.
I gave him a sympathetic look.
Not real sympathy.
More like professional disappointment.
“A sinner who doesn’t realize he is a sinner.”
The bride froze slightly.
The lover’s eyes widened.
Mamon finally looked up from his tablet, gaze sharpening. “I smelled greed from you the moment the crystal cracked.”
The lover shook his head quickly. “No.”
Mamon walked closer, coffee still in hand, voice calm, almost bored. “You were lying to her.”
The bride slowly looked at the man she had clung to. “Lying?”
“No,” the lover whispered. “No, I—”
Mamon adjusted his glasses. “You dated her for money.”
The chamber went still.
The bride’s lips parted.
Mamon continued, ruthless as a ledger. “Her family had wealth. Status. Property. You wanted access. Marriage was supposed to elevate you.”
The lover trembled.
“That’s not—”
Mamon’s eyes gleamed. “I could smell the greed from the memory residue. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
Luci’s expression shifted. The theatrical amusement faded. Pride watched silently now, because even he hated ugly lies dressed as romance.
Mamon’s voice remained flat. “And when you discovered the necromancer was obsessed with her, you sold information to him.”
The bride’s glow flickered.
Her hand loosened slightly.
The lover panicked.
“No. I didn’t know he would—”
“You told him when she would run,” Mamon said.
“No—”
“You told him where to find her.”
“I only—”
“You accepted payment.”
The bride stared at him.
Her face crumpled.
“…Really?”
That one word hit harder than screaming.
The lover looked at her, desperate, shaking his head like denial could outrun judgment. “No. I loved you. I did. I just… I needed money. I was going to fix it. I was going to take you away after. I didn’t know he would kill me. I didn’t know he would do all this.”
She sobbed. “You sold me?”
“No, I—”
“You sold me.”
His mouth opened.
No answer came.
Because truth had finally cornered him.
The darkness beneath his feet pulled harder.
The light around her strengthened.
For a moment, she still held him.
Even after hearing it.
That was the terrible part.
Love didn’t always die when truth arrived. Sometimes it just bled.
Then slowly, painfully, she released his hand.
His eyes widened. “No.”
Tears spilled down her translucent face as she pulled her fingers away from his.
“I loved you,” she whispered.
“I loved you too!”
“No,” she said, voice breaking. “You wanted me.”
The difference settled between them like a blade.
The light lifted her higher.
He reached up, but the shadow chains around his legs tightened. “No! Please! Don’t leave me too!”
She closed her eyes.
The light took her.
Soft.
Gentle.
Gone.
The lover screamed as the floor opened fully beneath him.
He clawed at the air, at nothing, at promises that never had weight.
Then he was pulled down.
Not to the same place as the necromancer. I bet he would end in Mamon’s chamber.
Different crack.
Different judgment.
Still below.
The chamber closed around his last cry.