Seven Sins System Chapter 872. Best Diplomatic Entrance
Seven Sins System Chapter 872. Best Diplomatic Entrance
I looked at Mamon. “Hold it.”
He didn’t insult me this time.
He simply nodded. “We will.”
Luci’s gaze met mine. For one second, the usual mockery vanished. “Move fast. And try not to start a diplomatic incident.”
“I’ll try.”
Lumira looked at Puriel with fear she tried to hide badly. “I’ll follow as soon as the core is sealed.”
Puriel nodded weakly.
Lumira’s golden light brightened around the core again, as if that promise gave her more strength.
I looked down at Puriel. “I’ll need you to open the portal for me.”
She took a shallow breath. “That path will hurt you.”
“I’ve had worse.”
She closed her eyes for a second, gathering herself. Silver light trembled around her fingertips. Her core flickered dangerously as she reached inward, not with strength, but authority. Chastity. Purity. The right to pass through certain gates that would burn me if I touched them alone.
A thin line of light opened in front of us.
Not a portal yet.
A seam.
The air smelled different immediately.
Clean.
Like snow, incense, and judgment.
My skin prickled.
My poison reacted, hissing under my veins.
Bad. So bad.
Puriel gritted her teeth and lifted one hand toward the seam. “I can open it. But you need to carry me through.”
I looked at the glowing line. Then at her pale face. “Just don’t pass out before we arrive.”
“I’ll try.”
“Bad answer.”
A faint smile touched her lips. “That’s your answer.”
Damn angel.
The seam widened.
A portal of silver-white light opened before us. It wasn’t stable. Not fully. Its edges trembled because Puriel was wounded, and because the Light Realm did not enjoy the concept of me approaching while bleeding demonic poison all over reality.
Beyond it, I saw white stone.
High arches.
Bright sky.
A gate plaza.
Several angelic guards turning already, sensing intrusion.
Great! They definitely remembered me.
I held Puriel closer. Then stepped into the light.
The portal burned.
Not like fire.
Worse.
Like every holy law in existence pressed against my skin and asked why a devil dared enter through the front door while carrying one of theirs.
My wounds hissed.
My burned hand nearly lost grip.
The poison inside me twisted violently.
But Puriel was in my arms.
So I walked through.
One step.
Then another.
The schoolyard vanished behind us.
The Light Realm opened ahead.
And every angel at the gate drew their weapon.
The moment my boots touched the white stone plaza, my system screamed.
[Warning]
[Foreign Realm Pressure Detected]
[Environment: High Holy Saturation]
[Hostile Compatibility: Severe]
[Internal Holy-Septic Poison Reaction: Accelerating]
[Regeneration Efficiency: Reduced Further]
[Core Status: Intact]
[Physical Condition: Critical-Stable]
[Recommendation: Leave Immediately]
As if I came here for sightseeing.
The poison inside me flared like it had just found a home it hated. Silver-gold veins burned under my skin, crawling through my arms, shoulders, ribs, and wounded hand. Every breath tasted like snow and blades. Every pulse of holy air pressed against my body, trying to remind me this place was not built for devils.
No devil liked the Light.
That wasn’t some poetic metaphor.
It was biology. Authority. Realm law.
The air itself rejected me.
The sky above was too bright. The white stone beneath my feet felt too clean. The golden arches ahead shimmered with blessings old enough to remember when my kind and theirs turned battlefields into history.
And the atmosphere?
Oh, it had a grudge.
Especially against me.
My body felt heavy. Not tired-heavy. Punished-heavy. Like invisible hands pressed against my shoulders, trying to force me down.
Kneel.
Bow.
Submit.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
Did I break? No.
My face went calm.
Cold.
Flat.
Because I was the Crown Prince of the Shadow Realm.
There was no way I would bend my knees because the Light Realm decided to throw holy humidity at me.
Puriel was still in my arms.
Her wings drooped over my forearm, silver feathers stained with black-red poison near the base. Her face had gone pale, lips parted slightly, breath too shallow. She looked fragile.
I hated that word.
Fragile.
It didn’t belong to her.
My tentacles held her carefully.
Too carefully for how terrifying they looked.
One coiled beneath her back. Another supported her legs. A third hovered near her chest, shielding the cracked core without touching it. The others moved behind me like shadows with teeth.
To me, it was gentle.
To the angels?
Yeah.
Probably looked like abduction with extra limbs.
A lot of angels stood around the gate plaza.
Armored.
Armed.
Beautiful in that sharp holy military way. Silver armor. White cloaks. Spears, swords, bows of light. Their wings were flared wide, feathers bristling, eyes burning with rage, worry, and old hatred.
I saw the gate behind them.
The gate.
The one I blew up hundreds of years ago.
Ah.
Memories.
Back then, it had been cracked, burning, half-collapsed, golden seals vomiting sparks while angels shouted and I laughed with blood in my mouth.
Now?
It looked more glorious than ever.
Tall. Radiant. Rebuilt with layers of holy stone and reinforced sigils, probably stronger.
Nice upgrade.
Still ugly.
But I didn’t want to pass that gate.
Not in this condition.
If the plaza itself made my poison scream, going deeper into the Light Realm would probably turn my veins into cooked silver.
One angel stepped forward.
A captain, judging by the armor crest.
His spear pointed directly at my throat.
“What do you want, demon?” he shouted. “Release the princess!”
Great.
Straight to threat.
No warm welcome. No “thank you for carrying our dying princess through hostile realm pressure while bleeding and poisoned.”
Typical.
I looked down at myself for half a second.
Yeah.
Okay.
Maybe I understood their reaction.
I looked like a nightmare dragged out of a massacre.
Old war mask cracked across my face. Armor scorched. Blood under the plates. Burned hand smoking faintly. Tentacles out. Eyes red.
And Puriel?
In bad shape.
Bleeding light.
In my arms.
Yeah.
Not the best diplomatic entrance.
Also, the cooperation between angels and devils in the mortal realm was secret.