Seven Sins System Chapter 874. Villain II
Seven Sins System Chapter 874. Villain II
Several angels flinched.
The captain snarled, “You dare command—”
The queen raised one finger.
He shut up.
Smart man.
No, I didn’t let my blade leave Puriel’s neck. Not yet. The angels might storm me the moment they thought I had no leverage, and I didn’t have the time, health, or patience to fight a Light Realm honor mob while carrying an unconscious woman with a cracked core.
The queen walked forward.
Step by step.
The plaza lights brightened around her feet, reacting to her authority. Every step made the poison inside me hiss louder. The holy air pressed against my wounds like invisible nails.
I kept my face calm.
Cold.
Unbothered.
Meanwhile, inside, my body was filing a resignation letter.
[Warning]
[Holy Realm Pressure Intensifying]
[Internal Poison Reaction: Accelerating]
[Demonic Regeneration: Suppressed]
[Physical Stability: Declining]
[Recommendation: Retreat Immediately]
Yeah, yeah.
Noted.
Ignored.
The queen stopped just a few steps away from me. Close enough that her light brushed Puriel’s wings. Close enough that my burned hand shook once under Puriel’s back.
Her gaze shifted from the blade to my face. “I thought we were in cooperation with you.”
“We are.”
“That does not look like cooperation.”
“I’m communicating with your soldiers in their preferred language.”
The captain’s jaw tightened.
The queen’s eyes narrowed faintly. “And that language is?”
“Threat.”
A few angels bristled.
The queen didn’t.
Ancient rulers understood efficiency.
I lowered my head slightly, voice dropping. “Catch her.”
Then I pushed Puriel toward the queen.
I shifted the tentacles away from her body and let her fall forward into the queen’s arms.
The queen caught her immediately.
The moment Puriel left my hold, the blade disappeared.
The queen looked down at Puriel.
Her expression changed. A mother’s mask cracking under a ruler’s face.
“Her core is cracked,” I said quickly. “The creature did it to her.”
The queen’s light flared around Puriel’s chest.
The crack beneath Puriel’s skin pulsed black-red.
The queen’s eyes sharpened. “This poison…”
“Adaptive. Demonic against angels. Holy against devils. It changes depending on target.”
I forced myself to stand straighter even as my knees wanted to negotiate with gravity. “You need to save her.”
The queen’s gaze lifted to me.
“And second,” I continued, because if I stopped talking, I might start coughing blood in front of an audience, and that was not very crown-prince behavior, “we need more backup down there.”
“Down where?”
“Mortal realm. Elementary school. Hidden clinic. Long story. Terrible décor. Worse ethics.”
I pushed on.
“The creature we fought could change from demonic to holy. It poisoned us. Puriel is hurt. Lumira is hurt too. Luci and Mamon are still fighting the remaining core.”
The queen looked at Puriel’s core again.
Then at me. “You…”
Her eyes moved over me properly now.
The cracked mask.
Burned hand.
Her face hardened.
The pain in my body became unbearable right then, because apparently my body hated dramatic timing and wanted everyone to know.
Holy pressure stabbed through my ribs.
The poison flared violently in response to the queen’s light.
My vision blurred at the edges.
For half a second, I smelled Puriel’s hair again and hated how badly I wanted to reach for her.
No.
Not now.
I stepped back.
The angels moved the moment they saw Puriel fully in the queen’s arms.
The hostage phase had ended. Negotiations closed. Violence reopened.
The captain lunged first, spear blazing.
Three more angels followed, wings snapping wide, swords raised.
I didn’t say a thing.
Didn’t explain.
I just opened a portal behind me.
Shadow split the white plaza like spilled ink.
[You have opened a portal]
The captain’s spear stabbed toward my chest.
Too late.
I stepped backward.
The portal swallowed me.
Light vanished.
The roar of angel wings cut off.
The portal closed fast behind me, sealing before their weapons could cross.
The Queen’s PoV
The portal closed.
For one breath, the plaza remained silent.
The darkness vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only white stone, trembling angelic soldiers, and the fading scent of shadow in a place where shadow did not belong.
“Quick,” the queen said, her voice snapping through the plaza like a divine command. “Bring her to the healer chamber. Summon the light healers. All of them.”
The angels moved instantly.
Two attendants rushed forward, but the queen did not hand Puriel over. She held her daughter closer, one arm beneath her shoulders, the other supporting her wings carefully so the damaged feathers would not drag.
Puriel’s skin was too pale.
Her breathing was too shallow.
And her core…
The queen’s gaze lowered.
The crack across Puriel’s core was worse than what she had first seen. It branched beneath the surface like broken glass under clear water, silver-white light flickering unevenly through the fractures. But that was not the worst part.
The worst part was the black-red poison crawling along the edges.
Demonic.
But not natural.
Not like the corruption left behind by ordinary devils. This was sharper. Hungrier. Adaptive. It did not merely attack holy power. It studied it. Twisted around it. Sought the weak places and pressed there.
Her fingers tightened around Puriel’s shoulder.
“My queen,” one healer whispered, face pale as she approached. “Her core—”
“I know,” the queen said. “Move.”
They formed a glowing path toward the inner gate. The plaza guards bowed their heads as she passed, but their eyes kept flicking to the place where Azrael had vanished.
The captain finally stepped forward, spear still blazing.
“My queen,” he said, voice trembling with fury. “That Wrath Lord has gone too far.”
The queen stopped.
Slowly.
Puriel remained unconscious in her arms.
The captain’s wings flared behind him.
“He came to our gate, threatened the princess, defiled this plaza with shadow, and escaped before judgment. We cannot allow this insult to pass. We need to punish him.” His jaw tightened. “No. All demons. This proves they cannot be trusted.”
The plaza grew still again.
Several angels murmured in agreement.
The queen did not answer immediately.
Instead, she turned her head and looked at the exact place where Azrael had stood.