Seven Sins System Chapter 534. The Grand Court of The Sins I

Seven Sins System Chapter 534. The Grand Court of The Sins I

All conversation ceased as the King of Hell himself strode into the chamber, his presence commanding every ounce of attention in the room. My dad’s aura was overwhelming, a suffocating weight that made the very air seem heavier.

"Let’s get this over with," he said, his voice echoing through the chamber like thunder.

I straightened in my chair, ready for whatever madness was about to unfold. This was going to be a hell of a night—literally. My father’s overwhelming aura filled the courtroom, thick and oppressive like a storm cloud. It was the kind of energy that demanded absolute attention, even from demons as arrogant as the Lords of Sin.

But the moment his gaze landed on me, his stern expression softened. His eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curved into a grin so warm and out of place it made me physically cringe.

"Oh, Azrael! You came!" he said, his voice booming with excitement.

I grimaced, feeling every eye in the room turn to me. Panic surged through me, and I waved my hand fast, motioning for him to cut it out. "Dad, no," I hissed under my breath.

Realizing his slip, he quickly cleared his throat and straightened his posture, his expression snapping back to his usual kingly demeanor. "Oh, right," he said, his tone now deep and commanding as he teleported to his massive obsidian throne at the head of the court.

The transition was flawless, but Luci wasn’t about to let it go.

Leaning slightly in my direction, his eyes sparkled with amusement. "What’s next? A family hug?" he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Shut up, Luci," I muttered, keeping my face neutral.

He chuckled softly, the sound infuriatingly smug. "Oh, don’t be shy. It’s cute, really."

I shot him a side-eye glare, but before I could retort, the court came alive.

My father raised a hand, and the chaotic hum of the room quieted instantly. His voice rang out, smooth and powerful, amplified by the room’s enchantments. "The Grand Court of the Sins is now in session," he declared.

All eyes turned toward the center of the dais, where the Lords of Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Envy, Pride, and Wrath had gathered—or, in Asmo’s case, dialed in via FaceTime.

"Asmo, why you aren’t here?" my father said, his tone sharp but not unkind.

"Apologies, Your Majesty," Asmo replied smoothly, lifting his glass of champagne in a mock toast. "I’m here in spirit. Well, and through technology."

"Of course you are," my father muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before gesturing toward the center. "Now, to the matter at hand. Lord Berith, Lady Gremory, and Lord Belial, step forward."

The room’s tension shifted as the three demons moved—or, in Belial’s case, sauntered—to the molten glass dais in the center of the room.

Berith looked every bit the part of a warlord, his massive frame clad in spiked armor, his crimson eyes blazing with barely-contained fury. Gremory, in contrast, was the epitome of seduction, her flowing gown shimmering like liquid fire, her every movement calculated to draw attention.

And then there was Belial, strolling forward with a smirk that could melt stone, his dark hair falling perfectly over one eye, his sharp features making him look like he’d stepped out of a portrait titled ‘Problematic But Handsome.’

"This should be good," Luci whispered, leaning back in his chair like he was settling in for a show.

"Shut up," I muttered again, not even bothering to look at Luci as his chuckle grated on my nerves. My focus was locked on Belial, who stood there with his stupid smug face, pretending he wasn’t the source of all this drama. My patience, already thin, was practically nonexistent.

I shot him a death glare, one that practically screamed, "How dare you cause trouble again? I’m gonna end you!"

Belial wasn’t technically under my direct authority—Ars Goetia operated with its own convoluted structure—but I was still the crown prince of hell. That alone should’ve been enough to keep him in line.

Apparently, it wasn’t.

Belial, to his credit, seemed to sense the murderous intent radiating off me. His smirk faltered, and his gaze quickly darted away, panic flashing in his eyes as he avoided looking at me altogether. Good. At least he knew when to back down.

"Patience, El," Luci drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. "You’re going to kill Belial with your death glare at this point. And while I’d normally be all for the drama, I’d rather not be caught in the crossfire."

I turned to him, my expression a mix of exasperation and annoyance. "Patience, huh? You’re asking for the impossible."

Luci smirked, leaning back in his chair like the absolute menace he was. "It’s not impossible. Just… highly unlikely for someone like you."

I was about to retort when my father’s voice cut through the tension.

"Berith," he began, his tone steady and commanding, "you brought forth the grievance that necessitated this court. Speak."

All eyes turned to Berith, who stepped forward with the kind of restrained anger that made it clear he was one wrong word away from snapping. His fists clenched at his sides, his crimson eyes blazing with barely contained fury.

"Your Majesty," he growled, his voice low and gravelly, "Lady Gremory and I have maintained a… mutually beneficial partnership for centuries. But Lord Belial has inserted himself where he does not belong, disrupting not only our arrangement but the balance of our territories."

"Mutually beneficial?" Gremory interjected, her sultry voice cutting through the room like a blade. "Let’s not sugarcoat it, Berith. We were convenient allies, nothing more. And might I remind you that you failed to uphold your end of the bargain on more than one occasion?"

Berith’s eyes snapped to her, his anger barely contained. "You dare question my honor in this court?"

"Honor?" Gremory scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "From you? Please."

Before Berith could explode, my father raised a hand, silencing the room instantly. His authority pressed down on everyone like a physical force.

"Enough," he said, his tone sharp and unyielding. His eyes turned to Belial, who was still trying to look as nonchalant as possible. "Belial, what do you have to say to these accusations?"