Seven Sins System Chapter 873. Villain I
Seven Sins System Chapter 873. Villain I
A mission carried by the king, queen, the Seven Sins, and the Seven Virtues.
Not common knowledge.
Which meant these gate guards didn’t see a wounded ally carrying their princess home.
They saw a devil prince from Shadow Realm standing at their rebuilt gate with the Goddess of Chastity in his tentacles.
Honestly, even I would stab me.
I kept my voice low. “Puriel.”
No response.
“Explain to them.”
Still nothing.
My gaze dropped to her face.
Her lashes didn’t move.
Her hand that had clutched my collar earlier lay loose against my chest.
Shit!
She passed out.
The crack in her core was worse than I thought.
It pulsed beneath her skin, silver-white light fractured by black-red veins. The demonic poison had branched deeper. The holy pressure here should have helped her, but her core was damaged, and the poison inside her wasn’t normal demonic corruption. It adapted. It gnawed where light tried to seal.
My system flickered again.
[Target: Puriel]
[Condition: Angelic Core Fracture ]
[Demonic Poison: Active]
[Stability: Declining]
[Immediate High-Rank Treatment Required]
I opened my mouth.
I tried. Really. I tried to explain.
“She—”
Pain stabbed through my chest.
The poison inside me flared again, reacting to the plaza’s holy saturation. My vision blurred for half a second. The silver veins under my burned hand pulsed brighter.
I grunted.
Bad move.
The angels lifted their weapons higher.
The captain snarled.
“Do not move!”
No. No time.
Explaining was wasting time.
And I didn’t have enough patience, health, or diplomatic reputation for a peaceful conversation.
So I did what I did best.
I became the villain.
One tentacle shifted.
Slowly.
Smoothly.
The tip hardened into a blade.
Every angel reacted at once, weapons glowing, wings flaring, formation tightening.
I pressed the tentacle blade near Puriel’s neck.
Not touching skin.
Not really.
Close enough to look like threat.
Puriel’s head rested against my chest, vulnerable and pale, and I hated myself for using that image.
But it worked.
The captain’s face drained. “Demon…”
My voice came out cold. “I want the queen.”
The plaza went silent.
I let my Wrath leak just enough to stain the air black around my feet. “Now!”
The angels stiffened.
Some looked ready to attack anyway.
Some looked terrified.
Some looked at Puriel and hesitated.
The captain’s spear trembled with rage. “You dare use her as hostage?”
I stared at him through the cracked Wrath mask. “I dare a lot of things.”
That was true. Very true.
He bared his teeth. “Release her.”
“No.”
Holy pressure intensified around the plaza. Seals lit beneath my feet. The rebuilt gate behind them hummed, recognizing an old enemy. Somewhere above, bells began ringing.
Great.
Alarm.
Very nostalgic.
[Warning]
[Light Realm Defense Array: Activating]
[Hostility Level: Severe]
[Internal Poison Reaction: 31%]
[Physical Stability: Declining]
I ignored it.
My grip on Puriel tightened, not threatening now, protective. Her body pressed against mine, warm and cold at once, her hair brushing my jaw. The scent of her cut through the sterile holy air.
The angel’s gaze shifted to Puriel’s chest. “Her core…”
Finally.
Someone with eyes.
“I want your queen,” I said.
The captain hesitated.
I pressed the blade a fraction closer, not enough to touch Puriel, but enough to remind them they didn’t know me.
“I said now!”
The captain’s wings shook with fury. “What do you want? Release her, we can talk about it.”
“No,” I said. “I expect you to move.”
The angel woman stared at me.
There.
She understood before the others.
Not everything.
But enough.
A devil who wanted to kill Puriel wouldn’t come here. Wouldn’t step into holy territory while poisoned. Wouldn’t stand at the gate instead of vanishing into the Shadow Realm.
Her eyes flicked to my tentacles. “Send word,” she told the captain.
He looked at her sharply.
“Seria—”
“Send word!” she snapped. “Her core is cracked!”
The captain cursed under his breath and lifted one hand.
A golden flare shot into the sky, streaking toward the palace beyond the gate.
The plaza trembled.
The gate seals brightened.
My knees almost buckled.
Almost.
I locked them.
No.
Not here.
Not in front of them.
Puriel shifted faintly in my arms. A weak sound left her lips. “El…”
Every angel heard it. Stupid angel hearing.
The captain froze.
The angel woman’s eyes widened.
I looked down.
Puriel’s lashes trembled, but she didn’t wake fully. She murmured again, barely audible. “Don’t… fight…”
I huffed softly. Even unconscious, ordering me around.
“Too late,” I whispered.
Her fingers curled weakly against my armor.
Then fell still again.
The angels stared.
The hostage act suddenly looked less convincing.
The captain’s eyes moved between us.
His expression shifted from rage to confusion to something dangerously close to scandalized.
But no. I did not have time for Light Realm gossip discovering their Princess of Chastity had a special name for the Lord of Wrath.
The poison flared again.
My vision tilted.
For one second, the white plaza blurred into streaks of gold.
My burned hand spasmed under Puriel’s back.
The tentacle blade near her neck wavered.
Several angels stepped forward.
I snapped my head up and bared my teeth. “Back.”
Wrath cracked through the word.
The plaza stones fractured beneath my boots.
The angels stopped.
Good.
Still scary enough.
A horn sounded beyond the gate.
Not alarm.
Arrival.
The holy pressure shifted.
Every angel straightened.
Some lowered their heads.
The gate opened.
Light poured out first.
A woman stepped through.
The queen.
Her eyes landed on Puriel.
The temperature of the whole plaza changed.
Then those eyes landed on me.
Ah.
There it was.
Recognition.
Not friendly.
“Azrael,” she said.
Her voice was calm. “Your Majesty,” I answered.
The captain jerked like he wanted to stab me just for speaking casually.
The queen lifted one hand.
Everyone froze.
Her gaze went to my tentacle blade.
The blade that still rested near Puriel’s neck.
Not touching.
But close enough for every angel in the plaza to collectively decide I was today’s main problem.
Fair.
The queen’s eyes stayed on me. “What do you want?” she said.
My grip on Puriel tightened slightly.
Not to hurt.
To hold.
Because her body was getting lighter in my arms, and I hated that with every ugly corner of my core. “Come closer,” I said.