Seven Sins System Chapter 877. Royal-grade Suffering II
Seven Sins System Chapter 877. Royal-grade Suffering II
The abyss pool bubbled louder around me.
Yeah.
I could have.
I knew that.
I could have opened the portal, tossed her through the Light Realm threshold, shouted something rude, and vanished before the angels even aimed their spears.
Efficient.
Safe.
Logical.
Very devil.
But I didn’t.
Because I didn’t trust those angels. The queen was the only one I could trust.
That sentence sat inside my head like a bad joke.
I hated the queen.
Well, hate was complicated.
I hated what she represented.
The Light Realm’s smug order. Its spotless corridors. Its perfect speeches. Its habit of dressing cruelty as duty.
I hated the way she looked at devils, like we were ancient mistakes still breathing.
But most of all, I hated her because she was the one who responsible for my mother’s death and the deaths of the previous Seven Sins.
She was the one who had cast the Ancient One into my realm.
The one who made me like this.
But if it related to Puriel…
Among all angels…
She was the only one I could believe.
Because she was her mother.
I stared at the pool. “I didn’t trust the guards.”
Dad said nothing.
“The queen was there,” I continued.
“And?”
I swallowed. My throat hurt. “And if I left her with anyone else, I would have gone back to burn the gate down again.”
Dad was quiet for a second. Then he sighed. “Romantic.”
I glared at him. “Don’t.”
“What? I’m simply observing.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You get that from me.”
“Unfortunately.”
He watched me with that unbearable ancient patience. “Puriel is alive.”
My eyes snapped to him before I could stop myself.
Dad saw it. A faint, dangerous amusement touched his mouth, but he did not mock me.
“She reached the healer chamber,” he said. “Her core is damaged, but the queen and the light healers stabilized her. Lumira sent a message through the Virtue channel after returning.”
I exhaled.
It hurt.
Still worth it.
“Stabilized,” I repeated.
“Yes. Not healed. Stabilized.”
The relief did not fully settle.
It couldn’t.
Not yet.
But something in my chest loosened enough that I could breathe without wanting to tear the chamber apart.
Dad’s gaze lowered to the pool. “You almost died bringing her there.”
“I didn’t.”
“That is not a defense.”
“It is the best defense.”
“It is the defense of reckless sons.”
I looked away.
He stepped closer to the edge of the pool.
The abyss water recoiled from his boots respectfully. “Azrael.”
I hated when he said my name like that.
Not king to prince.
Father to son.
I said nothing.
He continued, “This creature wounded you, two Sin Lords, two Virtues, and cracked Puriel’s core. It used holy and demonic power. It adapted poison based on target. And you still thought touching its core barehanded was a good idea?”
I paused.
“That was before I realized it had a melting function.”
Dad stared.
I stared back.
The chamber was silent except for the screams below.
Then Dad pinched the bridge of his nose. “There are days I wonder if Wrath is a power or a family curse.”
“It’s not Wrath,” I muttered.
Dad’s hand paused. His eyes shifted back to me.
I stared at the dark ceiling, jaw tight. “Not fully.”
The abyss water bubbled around my chest, hot and cruel, but somehow that was easier to face than his gaze.
“It was the Ancient One inside me,” I said. “It reacted to the core.”
Dad’s expression darkened.
I continued, voice lower. “It urged me to consume it. The demonic part, the holy part, the poison, all of it.”
The chamber grew heavier. “Luci and Mamon didn’t know,” I added. “I hid it from them.”
Diablo huffed, but there was no amusement in it. “So your insanity flared up.”
I nodded once.
“And Wrath too,” I said. “So yeah… I’m happy enough I could still hold my sanity.”
For a moment, Dad only watched me.
Then his jaw tightened slightly.
“That thing was bait. For you. For the Ancient One.”
I didn’t answer.
Because the silence already did.
The pool surged suddenly, dragging another thread of silver poison from my chest. I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw hurt. My back arched slightly before I forced myself still.
Dad’s expression sharpened. “Still spreading?”
“No.”
The system betrayed me instantly.
[Poison Purge In Progress]
[Remaining Contamination: 15%]
[Pain Spike Detected]
[Stabilization Continuing]
“You are staying in the chamber until the poison drops below three percent,” he announced.
“I need to return.”
“No.”
“Dad—”
His aura dropped.
The chamber shook. Just enough to remind every stone who owned it.
“You will not return to the mortal realm half-purged and half-dead because your pride is restless and your angel is wounded.”
My angel.
He said it deliberately.
My mouth opened.
Closed.
Tch!
I hated him.
He knew exactly where to stab.
Dad’s voice softened only slightly. “Take a rest. The mission is no longer without support.”
I stared at him.
The abyss pool crawled up to my collarbone, pulling me deeper into its dark heat. Pain rolled through me again, but underneath it, my core pulsed steady.
Dad turned to leave.
I stopped him. “Father.”
He paused. That word was rare from me.
His eyes shifted back.
I looked at him through the steam rising from the pool. “If the core reacts again…”
“I will be informed.”
“If Puriel worsens…”
“I will know.”
“If the queen refuses to tell us—”
“She will not.”
I frowned. “You sound sure.”
Dad’s mouth curved faintly. “She watched you bleed at her gate.”
I went still.
He continued, “She knows what it cost you to bring Puriel there.”
I looked away.
The chamber felt hotter suddenly.
Dad’s voice lowered. “And whether you like it or not, Azrael, that matters.”
Then he left me alone with the ancient darkness, the screams beneath the floor, the burning pool around my body, and the memory of Puriel’s hand reaching for me even after she passed out.
I sank back against the black stone.
Closed my eyes.
“Stupid angel,” I muttered.
The abyss pool bubbled.
My core pulsed.
And somewhere beneath all the pain, Wrath waited quietly for the next thing foolish enough to hurt her.