Seven Sins System Chapter 870. Helpless
Seven Sins System Chapter 870. Helpless
Puriel moved first.
Even wounded, even pale, even with her hand pressed close to her chest, she stepped forward and raised both hands. Silver-white chains shot from her palms, wrapping around the core in tight rings. The light hissed when it touched the demonic veins, but she didn’t pull away.
Lumira joined her a heartbeat later.
Golden light unfolded around the core like petals closing over a thorn. Her face was tense, lips pressed thin, one hand still shaking from the corruption in her abdomen, but her kindness aura held firm.
The core bucked against them.
Silver and gold tightened.
Puriel’s voice came low. “Separate the holy power first.”
Lumira nodded.
Together, they pulled.
The core screamed.
Not sound.
Pressure.
The holy light inside it twisted, resisting, trying to cling to the demonic shell. But Puriel’s chains dug deeper, and Lumira’s warmth softened the edges of the divine contamination, extracting it strand by strand.
The golden-silver glow began to peel away from the core like molten thread.
Underneath… Demonic power pulsed.
Black-red.
Rotten.
Mamon stepped in immediately.
Gold chains joined the silver and golden ones, wrapping around the exposed demonic veins. His fingers moved fast, drawing sigils in the air, pinning the core’s ownership, locking down its tendency to crawl, grow, and lie.
I looked at Luci.
Luci looked at me.
His perfect face was not perfect anymore.
That was the first thing I noticed.
A thin cut crossed his cheek where holy poison had kissed him. Another burn marked the side of his throat. His suit was ruined. Not just dirty. Torn. Burned. Sliced at the shoulder and ribs. He carried himself like it didn’t matter, but Pride’s posture couldn’t hide the way his left hand flexed too slowly.
He was hurt. Really hurt.
Luci clicked his tongue. “I guess we have to work too.”
Violet light gathered around his fingers. Unlike Puriel’s chains or Mamon’s binding, Luci’s power formed thin arrogant lines around the core. Pride didn’t hold things by force alone. Pride made things ashamed to resist.
The core’s surface dented inward.
I cringed. “I already worked. You want me to work again?”
Luci didn’t even look at me. “You also almost ate it.”
“I did not almost eat it.”
“You are a bad liar.”
I lifted my burned hand, ready to add my own binding. Then paused.
Because now that the bloodlust was fading, now that the screaming in my head softened into a dull growl, I started noticing everything.
During the fight, I caught glimpses.
Luci dodging.
Mamon binding.
Puriel protecting.
Lumira shielding.
But I hadn’t really looked.
Not properly.
Now I did.
Mamon’s suit was ruined. His coat was gone, burned away after the poison touched it. His right sleeve clung to his arm with dried black blood. His tablet hovered beside him, glowing red.
Emergency red.
A warning flashed over and over.
[Meeting Overdue]
[Market Session Missed]
[Priority Appointment Delayed]
[Hell Treasury Escalation Pending]
Mamon was late.
For a meeting.
That never happened.
Not to him.
Ever.
He once attended a board meeting while a rebellion army tried to break into Greed’s outer vault. He once negotiated an infernal property dispute while poisoned by a duke’s assassin. Mamon did not miss meetings. Mamon was a meeting that gained sentience and started exploiting weaker meetings.
But now?
He was late.
And he didn’t even look at the warning.
That told me more than his wounds did.
Then my eyes shifted to Lumira.
She stood upright, but barely.
Her golden wings trembled with every pulse of power she poured into the core. Sweat rolled down her temple. The wound on her abdomen had closed, but the area around it still glowed faint black beneath her light. She wasn’t only binding the core. She was suppressing the poison inside herself while doing it.
Her kindness looked warm.
But her body looked exhausted.
And then there was me.
Oh right.
Me.
The insanity had made everything bright and numb. Pain had become something distant, like thunder behind a wall. But now the wall cracked.
My burned hand throbbed so badly my fingers twitched around the scythe. My shoulder wounds reopened slowly where holy poison had delayed regeneration. Blood ran down my ribs beneath the armor. The silver line under my skin crawled deeper, not fast, but stubborn.
The poison was still inside me.
Holy poison.
My system flickered in the corner of my vision, less aggressive than before but still not comforting.
[Internal Contamination: 24%]
[Regeneration Efficiency: Reduced]
[Recommendation: Stabilization Required]
Yeah.
No shit.
I inhaled through my teeth.
Then my eyes moved to Puriel.
And stopped.
She was still standing.
But only because she forced herself to.
Her silver chains around the core were steady, yet her body wasn’t. Her wings flickered at the edges. Her lips had lost color. Her hand trembled as she pulled another strand of holy poison away from the demonic veins.
Then her knees weakened.
Her eyes stayed on the core.
The crack in her core…
No.
It was worse.
Much worse.
The thin dark line I saw earlier had spread, branching like broken glass beneath her chest. The holy light around it wasn’t smooth anymore. It pulsed unevenly, struggling to keep shape. And worse… Black-red veins crawled around the crack.
Demon poison.
The attack that stabbed her had not only cracked her core.
It had infected it.
My blood went cold.
I teleported.
One breath, I stood near the core.
The next, I was beside her.
She finally looked at me, eyes widening slightly. “Azrael—”
Her legs gave out.
I caught her before she fell.
One arm around her back. One under her shoulders. Her wings brushed my armor weakly, silver feathers trembling against blackened metal. “Puriel.”
Her hand clutched my wrist.
Too tight.
Then not tight enough.
“I’m fine,” she whispered.
I stared at her. “No.”
Her core flickered.
The crack pulsed black-red.
I felt it from here.
Demonic poison chewing at holy structure.
Not spreading like ordinary corruption. This thing was designed to adapt. It had gotten inside her core and started whispering in the language her body was weakest against.
My throat tightened.
Not fear.
Something uglier.
Helpless.
I hated helpless. Because, I was a devil. There was nothing I could do for her.