Seven Sins System Chapter 885. Ownership
Seven Sins System Chapter 885. Ownership
Dad’s gaze stayed on me. “Mine how?”
I gave him a flat look.
He smiled slightly. “Careful, Azrael. There are many kinds of ownership. Greed would make a whole lecture.”
“I am not Mamon.”
“No. You are worse when emotional.”
“I’m not emotional.”
“You are chained in a healing pool demanding contractual claim over the Goddess of Chastity while poisoned. How romantic.”
“Shut up.”
His smile widened. He stepped closer again, boots stopping at the edge of the pool. “You want a bound contract?”
“Yes.”
His eyes glinted. “Between you and Puriel.”
“Between Wrath and Chastity. Shadow and Light. Something neither realm can erase when they get afraid.”
Dad’s amusement faded by degrees.
He understood.
The thought had been haunting me since the queen’s name entered the chamber.
If one day the Light Realm found out the Ancient One’s power lived inside me more deeply than even they feared…
If the queen saw me not as Azrael, not as the devil who carried Puriel home, not as the wounded prince who bled black and silver at her gate, but as the vessel of the thing she had cast into my realm…
She might take Puriel away.
For safety.
For duty.
For “the greater good.”
Angels loved that phrase.
They could commit cruelty while polishing it with noble grammar.
No.
I didn’t want that.
I couldn’t trust speeches. I couldn’t trust councils. I couldn’t even trust the queen fully, despite knowing she loved her daughter.
But a bound contract?
A living agreement written between powers?
That was harder to ignore.
Harder to break.
Harder to dress up as duty and throw away.
“Something like we did in the past,” I said. “Like the agreement between Light and Dark.”
Dad’s eyes brightened.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
Then he smirked.
Not fatherly.
Kingly.
Ancient.
“I like this thinking of yours.”
That should have reassured me.
Instead, it made me suspicious.
“When you say that, usually someone suffers.”
“Usually they deserve it.”
“Usually I have to clean it up.”
“That is your responsibility.”
He turned toward the door again. “I will tell her.”
“The queen?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And I will enjoy watching her react.”
I could already imagine it.
The Queen of the Light Realm receiving Diablo’s message. “My son agrees to help extract poison from your daughter’s cracked core, but demands a bound contract declaring Puriel belongs to him in a way neither realm can sever.”
The diplomatic silence after that would probably last several centuries.
The screaming? Immediate.
But it was the most romantic marriage proposal I could give.
“Dad.”
He paused again.
“Don’t phrase it like I’m buying her,” I reminded him.
He glanced back, offended. “I am not Mamon.”
“You are worse when amused.”
“Fair.”
I held his gaze. “This is not a cage.”
His expression changed slightly. “I know.”
“If Puriel refuses—”
“She won’t.”
My eyes narrowed.
Dad looked far too confident.
“You don’t know that.”
“She is the Goddess of Chastity,” he said calmly. “And yet, she gave her chastity to you.”
My throat tightened.
Yeah.
Fair.
I looked away.
“It means enough,” he added.
He let that sit between us, then added, softer, “But yes. If she refuses, there is no contract.”
I exhaled slowly. It mattered more than I wanted to admit.
Dad watched me one last time. “Rest, Azrael.”
Then he teleported away.
I was alone again.
The chains remained.
Of course.
The pool bubbled around my chest, dragging out another smaller thread of silver poison. The pain came, but weaker this time. Or maybe my body was too exhausted to complain loudly.
I stared at the ceiling.
Was this a good thing?
I didn’t know.
The chains clinked softly.
This deal…
This contract…
Maybe it would smooth our weird relationship.
Maybe it would make everything worse in an incredibly dramatic way that Luci would mock for years.
Probably.
Still.
I closed my eyes.
But at the same time…
It wasn’t only about stopping the queen from taking Puriel away the moment she learned what slept inside me.
There was another side to this.
I also needed to give Puriel something.
A protection.
A shield written in a language even my father couldn’t easily ignore.
Because Dad still didn’t know the whole truth.
He knew the Ancient One was inside me. He knew that thing was the reason my wrath was different, deeper, uglier. He knew it had been kicked into our realm and turned our history into a graveyard.
But he didn’t know who did it.
He didn’t know it was her.
Puriel’s mother.
The woman who stood at the Light Realm gate with royal calm and holy authority.
The woman responsible for my mother’s death.
For the deaths of the previous Seven Sins.
For throwing the Ancient One into Hell and making me like this.
If Dad found out…
My fingers curled under the Abyss water.
The chains around my body clinked softly.
If Dad found out, his anger might not stop at the queen.
No matter how wise he acted.
No matter how many centuries sat behind his eyes.
He loved my mother.
He lost his friends.
And grief that old didn’t die.
It waited, hardened and became something patient and cruel.
And Puriel…
Puriel was her daughter.
Bloodlines were dangerous things.
Especially among kings.
Especially among monsters.
If Dad’s rage ever looked at Puriel and saw the queen’s blood before her face…
No… That was why the contract mattered.
Not ownership like a cage.
A claim of protection.
A bound declaration that Puriel was mine, not as a prisoner, not as property to drag into darkness, but as someone under my authority, my wrath, my shelter.
If the Light tried to take her from me, they would have to answer to Wrath.
And if the Shadow ever tried to punish her for her mother’s sins, they would have to answer to me.
Even Dad.
Especially Dad.
I exhaled slowly, the Abyss steam curling over my face.
Maybe that was foolish.
But the thought of Puriel standing alone between the queen’s guilt and Diablo’s grief made something inside me go colder than the pool, colder than the poison, colder than hate.
She needed a place neither realm could erase.
A bond neither crown could casually break.
A contract strong enough to say “touch her, and you deal with me”.
My core pulsed.
Not Wrath this time.
Something quieter.
More dangerous.
I sank deeper into the Abyss pool and muttered to the darkness, “You better agree, stupid angel.”