Seven Sins System Chapter 882. Mad and Crazy

Seven Sins System Chapter 882. Mad and Crazy

My eyes widened. “Mphh?!”

Dad didn’t blink.

“No movement.”

I looked down at the chains.

Then at him.

My glare evolved from offended to ‘seriously?’

He read it perfectly.

“Yes. Seriously.”

The pool bubbled again around my ribs, drawing another silver thread of poison from my chest.

I flinched despite myself.

Dad’s expression hardened.

That was the worst part.

Beneath the irritation, beneath the terrifying dad authority, he was worried.

Which made this even more annoying.

Because worried Diablo was not softer.

Worried Diablo became a prison with horns.

Then he turned his glare to Lily.

The full death glare.

Father of a dying son to the woman who had apparently decided the ancient healing chamber was an acceptable place for intimate stress relief.

Lily straightened.

Dad said slowly, “No riding your dying brother in the pool.”

Lily cringed.

I cringed too.

Even my tentacles cringed.

One sank beneath the water like it wanted to disown the conversation.

Yup.

That death glare.

Both of us knew it.

There were ancient demons who had gone to war with less fear than Lily showed in that half-second.

She cleared her throat. “Understood.”

Dad raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

Lily looked at me.

Her eyes softened again, but the amusement returned at the edges. “Uh… good luck, brother.”

“Mphh!”

That meant ‘Coward. Don’t abandon me’.

She smiled.

“See you soon.”

“Mphhh!”

That meant ‘Don’t say that like I’m the one in trouble’.

She blew me the smallest, most shameless kiss.

Then disappeared with teleportation and survival instinct.

Unbelievable.

I stared at the empty space where she had been.

Then slowly turned my glare to Dad.

He looked down at me. “What?”

“Mphh.”

“I did not ask for your argument.”

“Mphhh!”

“You can complain after the poison is gone.”

I leaned my head back against the pool edge and closed my eyes.

The ancient scripts above me glowed like they were enjoying this.

Wonderful.

I had survived a fake angel construct, holy poison and the Light Realm.

Now I was chained in my own healing pool like a misbehaving pet.

Peak royal dignity.

Dad walked closer and crouched near the pool edge.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Well.

I couldn’t.

But still.

His eyes moved over my burned hand, the silver veins beneath my skin, the wounds that had reopened when I moved too much. His irritation didn’t vanish, but it shifted. Became heavier.

“You are still at fifteen percent contamination,” he said.

I looked away. “Mph.”

“Do not ‘mph’ me.”

I glared.

He reached out and pressed two fingers to the side of my neck, checking my pulse the old way.

Dad had always done that.

Even when I was younger.

Even when I hated being touched after training.

Even when I claimed I was fine while bleeding from places people should not bleed.

His fingers were warm.

Steady.

“You are lucky,” he said quietly.

I looked at him.

His voice dropped lower. “Not because you survived. You always survive things you should not.”

Compliment?

Insult?

Family bonding was confusing.

“You are lucky the Ancient One did not answer fully when the core called.”

My gaze sharpened.

The silence spell still held, but my eyes asked enough.

Dad understood.

“The instinct to consume was not random,” he said. “The core carried both demonic residue and holy refinement. To ordinary devils, poison. To angels, poison. To you…”

He paused.

My core pulsed once under the pool.

The black water tightened around me.

“To the thing sleeping inside you,” Dad continued, “it may have looked like food.”

Cold moved through me despite the heat.

The Ancient One.

The thing cast into my realm.

The thing that had crawled into my fate before I had any say.

The reason my wrath was not always just wrath.

The reason certain hungers inside me had no bottom.

I clenched my jaw.

The silence spell muffled the sound.

Dad’s eyes softened by a hair. “That is why you are chained.”

I stopped glaring.

Mostly.

“If you move too much, if your anger spikes, the remaining poison may trigger another reaction. I will not have you thrashing in the Abyss pool while half-healed because Lily decided to motivate you with her body.”

I gave him a flat stare.

Even silenced, I felt my expression clearly said: That motivation was working.

Dad’s expression darkened. “Do not look proud.”

I looked away.

The pool surged again, pulling more poison out. Pain wracked through my chest and down my spine. The chains held me steady when my body tried to curl inward.

I hated that they were useful.

Dad watched me from the edge of the pool with that calm, impossible expression he used whenever the world was burning but he had already decided where the ashes would fall.

The Abyss water boiled around my ribs.

Another silver-black thread crawled out from beneath my skin, thick like a parasite made of light and venom. It stretched from my chest, fought the pool for one stubborn second, then snapped loose and dissolved into the dark water with a hiss.

My jaw clenched.

The chains rattled softly as my body strained against them.

I didn’t make a sound.

Not because I was fine.

Because Dad was looking.

And if there was one thing worse than being chained in the Royal Abyss Chamber after nearly dying from mortal-made poison, it was groaning in front of my father like a rookie demon who had just discovered stabbing hurts.

Dad’s gaze lowered to the poison thread as it vanished.

Then back to me.

“I bet you want to ask why I came back.”

I glared at him.

“Mph.”

The silence spell was still sealed over my mouth.

Very mature.

Very royal.

Very fatherly abuse of authority.

Dad looked at my sealed lips, then my eyes, and somehow understood the entire sentence I would have said if he hadn’t locked my mouth shut.

Probably something like, ‘Yes, and also why are you interrupting me instead of letting the ancient torture pool do its job?’

He folded his arms.

“I just got another report from the Light Realm.”

Everything inside me went still.

But my focus changed instantly.