Seven Sins System Chapter 883. Demand
Seven Sins System Chapter 883. Demand
My gaze sharpened.
Dad noticed.
His expression shifted slightly, losing the dry annoyance. “Puriel is stable.”
My shoulders loosened before I could stop them.
Only slightly.
Enough that the chains gave a quiet clink.
Then Dad continued. “But.”
I hated that word.
Dad’s voice lowered. “Though she is stable, the poison somehow remains in her core.”
My brows pulled together.
He continued, “Inside the crack.”
My eyes narrowed.
I gave him a look.
A very clear look.
The kind that said, ‘Explain before I break these chains and make your ancient healing chamber regret its loyalty’.
Dad understood that too. “As long as the poison remains there,” he said, “the core will never restore.”
The Abyss pool bubbled.
I stared at him.
He held my gaze.
“It will keep the fracture open. Worse, it may deepen again if she uses too much power. The light healers can stabilize her. They can suppress the demonic poison. They can slow the spread.”
His jaw tightened. “But they cannot remove it.”
Something cold moved beneath the remaining heat in my veins.
Could not remove it.
A permanent fracture if left alone.
Dangerous for her life.
My hands flexed under the chains.
The burned one barely obeyed.
My mouth tried to move against the silence spell. “Mph.”
Dad’s eyes darkened.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “It is dangerous.”
The ancient letters on the wall pulsed red.
The screams far below sounded louder for a moment.
Or maybe that was just my head.
My core burned.
Dad watched it rise in my eyes and lifted one hand slightly, not casting anything yet, but warning me that if I broke the healing chains, he would absolutely add more.
“The queen demanded you again,” he said.
That sentence snapped me out of the red edge.
I tilted my head.
Me?
The queen?
Demanded me?
For one second, the chamber became absurd.
Maybe the poison had entered my ears.
Maybe I was still unconscious and dreaming.
Maybe Lily had done more damage than I thought and my brain was now producing political comedy as self-defense.
Dad’s mouth twitched faintly, probably because my expression betrayed too much.
“She wants you to take the poison out of Puriel’s core.”
My eyes widened.
Me?
Huh?
I stared at him. “Mph?!”
The silence spell did not translate, which was tragic, because that ‘mph’ contained at least twenty-seven layers of disbelief.
Dad answered anyway. “Yes. You.”
I stared harder.
‘Is doomsday coming for real?’
Because if it was, I needed to go back to my office and prepare more torture chambers. The apocalypse had standards. We couldn’t be caught under-equipped.
The queen of the Light Realm?
The irony was so thick I could have bottled it, labeled it holy hypocrisy, and sold it to Pride for dramatic decoration.
Dad’s expression told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. “She has not lost her mind,” he said.
I gave him another look.
He sighed. “Not completely.”
Better.
Still insane.
Dad continued, “The poison was made to adapt. Light healers can suppress the demonic aspect, but every time they try to extract it, the poison burrows deeper into the crack. It resists holy authority.”
My eyes narrowed.
Dad’s gaze became heavier.
“You, however, have already fought it inside your own body. Your demonic channels rejected and survived it. Your Wrath authority tore through its outer structure. And…”
He paused.
I didn’t like that pause.
“And?” my eyes asked.
“And the Ancient One’s hunger reacted to it.”
The chamber felt colder.
Even the pool seemed to quiet.
Dad’s voice lowered.
“That reaction may be dangerous. But it also means you can perceive the poison differently from the healers.”
Perceive.
Touch.
Draw out.
Eat?
No.
Not eat.
Absolutely not eat. I guess?
I gave him a flat stare.
Dad understood. “No one is asking you to consume it.”
Good.
“Only extract.”
I cringed. Worse.
Different category of terrible.
My fingers twitched.
To remove it, I would need to get close.
Probably touch her core directly.
My mind, traitorous and exhausted, supplied an image of Puriel lying beneath light, chest glowing faintly, lips parted in pain, silver hair spilled around her like moonlight. My hand near her core. My darkness reaching into her purity. Pulling poison from the most sacred part of her.
Intimate.
Dangerous.
Wrong in a way that made my blood heat.
I hated my brain.
Injured devils should not be allowed imagination.
Dad’s eyes narrowed. “Do not make that face.”
I blinked.
What face?
I had no face.
I was silenced and half-drowned.
Dad looked deeply unimpressed. “That face.”
I looked away.
The pool bubbled like it was laughing.
Dad continued, voice sharper now. “But the problem is…”
Oh great.
Another but.
“She wants you to do it in the Light Realm.”
I cringed.
Visibly.
My core recoiled.
No.
Absolutely not.
The Light Realm had almost turned my blood into silver soup while I was there for barely a few minutes. And that was only the gate plaza. If I went deeper, wounded and with remaining poison still inside me, the realm pressure would not simply hurt.
It might trigger the remaining poison.
It might trigger the Ancient One.
It might trigger me.
All three were bad options.
Dad nodded once. “Exactly.”
He folded his arms again, cloak shifting behind him. “I refused.”
For once, I approved of his decision completely.
“You are still injured,” Dad said. “And the Light Realm is not a place for devils like us. Not in this condition. Not when the poison was designed to react violently to holy saturation.”
My eyes stayed on him.
The silence spell made it impossible to answer, but my thoughts were loud.
Then where?
Dad’s gaze sharpened. “The queen suggested bringing Puriel to a neutral threshold chamber.”
Ah.
That was slightly less suicidal.
Slightly.
Those threshold chambers existed between realms, built after old wars for negotiations, prisoner exchanges, hostage recoveries, and other cheerful diplomatic traditions where everyone expected betrayal and dressed nicely anyway.
“She wants to meet there,” Dad said. “With Puriel. With healers. With Virtues.”
I stared.
He added, “And she wants you present.”