Seven Sins System Chapter 898. Wrong Awakening III
Seven Sins System Chapter 898. Wrong Awakening III
I stepped in front of the portal and looked through. Dark cave. Multiple branching tunnels. Bioluminescent fungus.
Several glowing eyes appeared in the distance.
Still occupied.
I turned back. “Rules are simple.”
The cultists stared at me in horror.
“You run.”
Someone started sobbing.
“You survive.”
The scratching grew louder.
“And if you find the exit…” I shrugged. “You’re free.”
“Please!”
One cultist struggled violently against my tentacle. “We’ll surrender! Police! Take us to the police!”
I laughed. “Oh, now you want mortal law?”
“We’ll confess!”
The cult leader shook his head frantically. “You’re a monster!”
My grin returned slowly. “Yes.”
His mouth closed.
Did he genuinely forget?
I leaned closer. “Lord of Wrath.”
My tentacle mouths grinned with me.
“Devil.”
The monsters inside the portal roared again.
I straightened. “And currently?” My tentacles swung backward. The cultists screamed. “Game master.”
Then I threw them through.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
The cult leader went last.
“No! NOOOO!”
His scream vanished into the labyrinth.
I left the portal open long enough to hear bodies hit stone.
Then frantic footsteps.
“RUN!”
“WHERE?!”
“JUST RUN!”
A monster roared.
Their screams echoed.
I smiled.
Much better.
I snapped my fingers.
The portal closed.
Silence returned to the chamber.
I looked around at the broken coffin, dried blood, and terrible symbols.
My morning distraction was officially complete.
One tentacle licked demon blood from its teeth.
I was about to go back to the academy, but a portal opened.
Actually…
Not one.
Two.
I stopped in the middle of the ruined ritual chamber.
Black light ripped through the air to my left.
White light opened to my right.
Demonic and angelic energy hit each other in the middle, making the air crackle like reality itself had suddenly realized this room had exceeded its recommended number of supernatural disasters for the day.
My tentacles immediately rose.
Then two figures stepped through.
Asmo came from the black portal.
Patience came from the white.
I stared at them. “Well. This is rare.”
Asmo looked around.
His gaze moved over the broken coffin, blood on the floor, shattered ritual platform, and finally my tentacles, several of which still had demon blood around their mouths.
His eyebrow lifted. “I see you’ve been productive.”
“Light breakfast.”
One tentacle licked its teeth.
Asmo grimaced.
Patience didn’t care about any of it.
She walked directly toward me. “Come with me, Wrath.”
My expression changed.
“The princess needs you,” she said.
“How bad?”
Patience’s expression tightened. “Stable.”
I stared.
Angels loved that word.
Doctors loved it too.
Stable could mean ‘she’s fine’.
Stable could also mean ‘she isn’t dying at this exact second, so technically we aren’t lying’.
I hated that word.
Asmo folded his arms. “The King wants me to escort you. His exact words were, ‘Bring my son there, and make sure he comes back with the same number of body parts.’”
I stared at him. “Wow. His confidence in me is touching.”
“He knows you.”
“Unfortunately, that is a strong argument.”
Dad’s version of parental affection.
Send Lust as armed insurance.
I looked at Asmo. “Send Algan a message. Tell him I’ll be late.”
“I will.”
I turned toward Patience before he could ask anything else.
She raised one hand.
Her white portal changed.
The light softened from harsh celestial brilliance into something almost silver, and the energy inside settled.
Neutral passage.
Good.
Patience stepped beside it. “Please.”
That word surprised me more than the escort.
An angel asking Wrath politely.
Today really was weird.
I nodded.
Then stepped through.
The world changed.
The smell hit me first.
Rain.
That clean scent right before rain fell, mixed with stone, cool wind, and something faintly floral.
My boots touched pale gray marble.
I looked around.
This wasn’t our usual neutral meeting ground.
That place was designed for politics.
This place was different.
Serene.
Quiet.
Built into what looked like the interior of an enormous mountain, yet the ceiling above us showed an open twilight sky.
Magic, obviously.
A shallow river ran through channels carved into the floor, dividing the sanctuary into two halves before merging beneath a circular platform in the center.
One stream glowed faintly gold.
The other was black.
Where they met, neither consumed the other.
They became clear.
I slowed.
White trees grew along one side of the sanctuary, their leaves glowing softly.
Black crystalline flowers grew opposite them.
Neither crossed the central line.
Symbols covered the walls.
Some celestial.
Some infernal.
Most older than the current peace agreement.
Very old.
I recognized Dad’s royal script among them.
There were angelic soldiers everywhere.
And demons.
Naturally.
The angels stood on one side.
Demons on the other.
Weapons lowered but very much present.
Nobody trusted anybody.
That was healthier.
Asmo emerged behind me.
Several angels immediately tightened their grip on their weapons.
Several demons did the same.
Patience continued walking.
I followed.
Asmo remained near the entrance, apparently taking his escort duty seriously.
The balance made sense.
This wasn’t merely about keeping me from doing something stupid.
They were protecting both sides.
I could kill Puriel.
Technically.
I was being brought close enough to touch the damaged core of a goddess while using demonic power specifically designed to manipulate the poison lodged inside her.
One wrong move could destroy her core.
One deliberate move could kill her.
And the reverse was equally true.
If this was a trap, if the Light Realm decided Wrath was more useful dead than alive, they could flood the chamber with holy power while my hands were occupied.
I could be the one leaving on a stretcher.
Or not leaving at all.
Hence the soldiers.
Equal numbers.
Equal power.
Mutual paranoia.
Great foundation for international cooperation.
We crossed a narrow bridge.
I looked at Patience’s back. “Where is she?”
“Just follow me.” She glanced over her shoulder.
I frowned. “What? I’m allowed to be impatient? I’ma Wrath for a reason.”
Patience’s expression shifted slightly. “She’s awake intermittently. The healers suppressed the poison, but they couldn’t extract it.”
My jaw tightened.
“The crack?”
“Unchanged.”
At least it hadn’t widened.