Seven Sins System Chapter 897. Wrong Awakening II

Seven Sins System Chapter 897. Wrong Awakening II

I looked at him. “You are.”

The demon froze.

I let the silence hang between us, enjoying the way his confidence slowly leaked out of his face.

“You hid from us for how many years?” I asked. “Decades? Centuries?”

His gaze shifted.

Bad answer.

“That’s a heavy violation.”

“I was sealed!”

“You were sealed. Then the seal weakened.”

“I—”

“You hid your aura.”

My tentacles moved lazily behind me.

“You accepted mortal sacrifices. You fed on them. You built yourself a cute little cult while conveniently forgetting that every demon remaining in this realm should have reported back to the Shadow Realm.”

I stepped closer.

He backed away.

There was nowhere to go.

I tilted my head. “So now I have a question.”

He swallowed.

“How should I deal with you?”

Panic flashed through his red eyes.

“I can return,” he said quickly. “I can report myself.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“After I found you?”

His mouth closed.

I chuckled. “Convenient.”

“I swear loyalty to the Crown.”

“Everyone swears loyalty when my tentacles are near their throat.”

One mouth opened beside his face.

Its teeth snapped experimentally.

The demon flinched.

I studied him. “Tell me something useful. Do you have another friend here?”

“No.”

“Another demon? A partner? Someone who helped you hide?”

His claws curled.

I narrowed my eyes. “Maybe a master?”

 His aura erupted.

The demon attacked.

He lunged directly at my chest, both claws covered in compressed darkness. The strike had enough power to shred a mortal body into ribbons.

Against me?

Adorable.

My tentacles moved before my feet did.

Four black blades flashed.

The demon stopped.

For one strange heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then both arms fell.

One leg followed.

Then the other.

His severed shadow-limbs hit the floor and dissolved into black mist.

His torso crashed down. “AAARGH!”

His scream echoed throughout Shadow Space.

I looked down at him.

Deadpan.

“You know you have no power against me, right?”

He writhed, black demonic blood spreading beneath his body. The wounds tried regenerating, but one of my tentacles stabbed into his shadow and pinned his essence down.

Regeneration stopped.

He hissed through clenched teeth. “Then why do you care?!”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I was just here!” he shouted. “Having my fun! Why do you need to be here?!”

I stared at him. Then slowly pointed at myself. “That’s supposed to be my question.”

His expression faltered.

“This is my jurisdiction now, idiot. I’m the one stationed in the mortal realm.”

Technically, my mission was much more complicated than that.

But he didn’t need my schedule.

I crouched beside him.

“Besides, your definition of fun is pathetic. Sleeping in a box while mortals deliver breakfast?”

His face twisted.

“At least demand a mansion.”

“I don’t need—”

“A palace.”

“Stop—”

“A proper dungeon.”

“Shut up!”

I smiled.

His head dropped against the darkness beneath him.

I watched carefully.

No unusual aura, hidden signal, or contract mark.

He wasn’t lying.

At least not about being alone.

If he had powerful allies, there was no reason he would have remained trapped in that ridiculous coffin. Someone would have released him long before a group of robe-wearing idiots discovered him.

I stood. “Okay.”

Relief flickered across his face.

Poor choice.

One of my tentacles lowered.

The blade at its tip softened.

Split.

A mouth appeared.

Then another tentacle did the same.

Then another.

Eyes opened along their lengths.

Red.

The demon stared.

His relief vanished. “No.”

I smiled. “You wanted to stay in the mortal realm.”

The mouths opened wider.

“Congratulations.”

His eyes widened.

“No—wait!”

“You can stay.” My tentacles descended. “With me.”

The first mouth bit into his shadow-body.

He screamed.

The others followed.

Dark flesh tore apart beneath rows of infernal teeth as my tentacles consumed his demonic essence piece by piece. Black blood sprayed across the darkness, coating their mouths and dripping between their teeth.

I watched.

Cold.

Almost bored.

He tried regenerating.

Another piece vanished.

His screams sharpened.

Funny.

He had listened to mortals scream for months.

Apparently he disliked the experience from the other side.

“LORD WRATH! I’LL SERVE YOU!”

“I have better servants.”

One tentacle tore through his chest.

The demon convulsed.

“WAIT—!”

-Crunch!

The final piece disappeared between black teeth.

My tentacles lifted.

Demonic blood dripped from their mouths.

One burped.

I snapped my fingers. “Cancel.”

[Shadow Space Deactivated]

Reality slammed back into place.

The underground chamber returned.

Stone walls.

Candles.

Broken coffin.

Blood channels.

And cultists.

They were exactly where I had left them.

Several were kneeling.

One was praying.

Another looked like he had considered escaping but lacked enough courage to test whether I could follow.

The moment I appeared, every face turned toward me.

Then toward my tentacles.

Black demon blood dripped from their teeth.

Nobody spoke.

I wiped a tiny speck of black blood from my cheek. “So.”

Several cultists flinched.

I walked toward them. “How should I deal with you?”

One immediately dropped flat. “Mercy!”

Another joined him. “We didn’t know!”

“We were promised power.”

I smiled.

Greed.

Ambition.

Stupidity.

A classic mortal cocktail.

“You like games, right?” I spread my arms. “Sacrifice someone. Get power. Feed the monster. Receive blessings.” My grin widened. “Very exciting.”

Something in my expression made several of them start crawling backward.

“So…”

My tentacles moved.

They screamed.

Five cultists were snatched off the ground simultaneously.

One tentacle wrapped around a waist.

Another around two ankles.

One grabbed a man by his robe and lifted him upside down.

The cult leader screamed when a tentacle curled around his chest.

“Please!”

“Oh, relax.”

I lifted one hand. “I’m not going to eat you.”

They stopped screaming.

For approximately half a second.

“Unfortunately.”

The screaming resumed.

I chuckled. “Since you guys like playing games…”

Dark power gathered around my fingers.

A portal tore open behind me. Not toward Hell. Somewhere much closer.

An underground labyrinth I had found months ago. Full of monsters. Ugly ones. Hungry ones. Mostly low and middle level. Perfect.

Cold, damp air poured through the portal.

Then came a distant roar.

The cultists went still.

Another sound followed.

Scratching.

Many claws.

The leader stared into the darkness. “What… is that?”

I smiled. “My turn.”

His face drained of color.