Seven Sins System Chapter 533. Hell Circus

Seven Sins System Chapter 533. Hell Circus

A second later, I was in the Grand Courtroom.

The Hell Courtroom was nothing short of a place of demonic grandeur and intimidation. The chamber was massive, its ceilings so high they disappeared into a swirling abyss of crimson and black clouds. Giant obsidian pillars lined the room. They etched with glowing runes that pulsed with a deep, ominous red. The walls were carved from black stone, their surfaces adorned with depictions of battles, betrayals, and the rise and fall of demon lords throughout history.

In the center of the room was a circular dais made of molten glass that shimmered like liquid fire. It was surrounded by tiered seating carved into the stone itself, each seat grander and more ornate the higher it was positioned—reflecting the rank of the demon sitting there.

My seat, as the crown prince, was near the center, raised slightly higher than the lords of the sins but lower than my dad’s throne. I materialized into it with practiced ease, leaning back against the cold stone as I scanned the room.

Luci leaned over slightly from his seat, his eyes narrowed in a mix of disdain and boredom. "You’re late, El," he said, his tone sharp enough to cut obsidian.

I plopped into my chair, stretching out as if I didn’t have a care in the world. "I’m a busy devil, ya know," I shot back, letting a smirk tug at the corners of my mouth. "Unlike some people who just sit on their throne."

Luci scoffed, flicking an invisible speck of dust off his perfectly tailored lapel. "Unlike some people, I have responsibilities that I actually attend to on time."

I raised a brow, looking around the courtroom. "And yet, here I am. All lords of sin present and accounted for… well, except Asmo."

I gestured toward his empty seat, where, instead of the flamboyant and often overdressed Asmo, there was a sleek, silver laptop. Its screen was dark, but the mere presence of it was enough to make my eyebrows shoot up.

"Is Asmo not coming?" I asked, my gaze lingering on the laptop.

Luci let out an irritated sigh, running a hand through his immaculate hair. "That laptop is him," he said, his voice laced with contempt. "He’s FaceTiming in from his party. Apparently, even a Grand Court isn’t enough to drag him away from his ‘celebration.’ He is busy preparing for the party."

Of course. Asmo. That wasn’t surprising in the slightest.

The rest of the room was exactly what I’d expected.

Belphegor was slouched on his throne, hugging his beloved pillow like it was the only thing tethering him to this plane of existence. His snores echoed faintly.

Mammon sat at his desk, completely absorbed in a mountain of finance documents. His quill scratched furiously against the parchment, his lips moving as he muttered calculations under his breath. The guy never stopped working—if he wasn’t scheming to make more money, he was figuring out how to keep it.

Beel, predictably, was snacking. A pile of empty wrappers littered his desk, and he was currently working his way through a comically oversized drumstick. The way he ate, you’d think he hadn’t had a meal in centuries, even though there was always food within arm’s reach.

Leviathan, on the other hand, was glued to his phone, his fingers scrolling endlessly. I caught glimpses of his screen—doom scrolling through some mortal forums, probably looking for fresh ways to brood about how unfair the world was. Classic Levi.

And then there was Luci, sitting with his usual air of superiority. His expression was a mix of annoyance and boredom, his sharp features perfectly framed by the light of the infernal flames licking at the edges of the room. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here, which, knowing him, was probably true.

"So," I said, breaking the heavy silence, "is this going to be the usual circus, or are we actually solving something today?"

Luci let out a dry laugh, his eyes flicking toward me. "That depends entirely on your definition of ‘solving.’ If you mean we’ll spend hours listening to Berith and Gremory argue about their feelings while Belial smirks in the corner, then yes, we’ll be very productive."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Why do I even bother asking?"

"Because you’re the crown prince," Luci said with a smirk. "And because the king insists you ‘learn the intricacies of court politics.’"

"Intricacies, my ass," I muttered, leaning back in my chair.

The laptop on Asmo’s seat suddenly came to life, the screen lighting up to reveal Asmo’s perfectly sculpted face. He was lounging in what looked like a velvet chaise, a glass of champagne in one hand and an array of scantily clad demons in the background.

"Hello, darlings!" he cooed, his voice smooth and saccharine as ever. "Sorry I couldn’t be there in person, but, you know, priorities."

Luci pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath about decorum.

"Asmo," I said, leaning forward slightly, "glad to see you’re taking this court session as seriously as always."

He grinned, unbothered by the sarcasm dripping from my words. "Oh, Azrael, darling, you know I adore these little gatherings, but it is my birthday. A devil has to have his fun, after all."

"Here we go again," Luci said, his tone biting. “We are a bunch of circus…”

Asmo pouted dramatically, taking a sip of his champagne. "Because I’m a dutiful lord," he said, placing a hand over his chest as if to emphasize his point.

I rolled my eyes, slouching back in my chair. "This is going to be a long night."

From across the room, Mammon snorted, not even looking up from his documents. "Longer than you think. Just wait until Berith starts crying."

"Again," Beelzebub added around a mouthful of food.

"Why do we even put up with this?" I muttered, mostly to myself.

Luci turned to me, his expression unusually serious. "Because that’s what we do. We endure."

And with that cheery thought hanging in the air, the massive doors at the far end of the room creaked open.