Seven Sins System Chapter 532. Shitshow

Seven Sins System Chapter 532. Shitshow

I let out a sharp laugh, the kind that comes out when I’m so fed up I don’t know what else to do. "You’re kidding," I said, running a hand through my hair, my tentacles curling in agitation. "A lust triangle? This is what’s got the entire hierarchy of hell scrambling?"

Ivy bit her lip, clearly trying to decide whether to sugarcoat it or rip the bandage off. She went with the latter. "Not just any lust triangle," she said. "I mean… It’s between Ars Goetia. So..."

"Oh, for fuck’s sake," I muttered. A sharp huff followed. "Right… This one is a ‘special’ lust triangle.”

I paced the room, trying to process the ridiculousness of it all. "So let me get this straight," I said, gesturing wildly. "Berith and Gremory can’t keep their hands off each other, and now Belial—who, let’s not forget, is about as subtle as a volcanic eruption—decided to ‘join the fun’? And this is why the Grand Court is being called?!"

"That about sums it up," Ivy said, her tone dry.

"And my dad," I continued, the words almost choking me with disbelief, "the King of Hell, is presiding over this circus?"

"Yup," Ivy said, popping the "p" again, because apparently, she thought this was all hilarious.

I stopped pacing, turning to glare at her. "You don’t seem nearly as horrified by this as I am."

She smirked, shrugging one shoulder. "What can I say? Hell’s politics are just one big soap opera. You’ve been in the mortal realm too long. You forgot how messy it gets down here."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to get rid of the growing headache. "And I have to attend this shitshow because…?"

"Because you’re the crown prince and the lord of wrath," she said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Great," I muttered. "Absolutely fantastic. I get to waste my time listening to Berith, Gremory, and Belial argue over who gets to bang who. Exactly how I wanted to spend my weekend."

Ivy tilted her head, a sly smile creeping onto her face. "Well, at least you’ll get to see Luci squirm. You know he hates these things even more than you do."

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. "That’s true. Pride or not, he can’t handle the drama."

"But," Ivy said, her tone turning serious, "you might want to watch your back. Lust triangles like this aren’t just about… well, lust. They’re power plays, and when royals get involved, it usually means someone’s trying to shift the balance."

"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes. "Because nothing in hell can ever just be simple."

I moved to my desk, pulling open a drawer and rummaging for something to take the edge off—whiskey, a cursed relic, hell, even a stress ball would do. Instead, my hand brushed against the smooth, cold surface of my signet ring, the symbol of my status as Lord of Wrath and the crown prince of hell.

I slipped it on my index finger. "Alright," I said, straightening and turning to Ivy. "Tell me everything you know about this mess. If I have to sit through this farce, I at least want to know what I’m walking into."

Ivy nodded, her expression sobering as she stepped closer. "Alright," she said. "Here’s the rundown…"

She went into detail about the situation. Berith and Gremory’s lusty relationship had been causing whispers for years, their passionate but volatile dynamic spilling over into their dealings with other demons. Belial had apparently seen an opening and decided to exploit it.

"Belial’s involvement changes everything," Ivy said. "He’s not just some third wheel. He’s calculating, manipulative, and powerful enough to challenge either of them. This isn’t just about their personal lives—it’s about territory, influence, and alliances."

I leaned back against the desk, absorbing her words. "And no one thought to warn me about this sooner?"

Ivy winced, pointing a finger toward my idiot double, who was currently perched on the desk trying to balance a quill on his nose. "Well… they did," she said hesitantly.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing deeply. "I mean the real me, Ivy," I said, trying to keep my frustration in check. "I’m still the crown prince. I should’ve been informed about this directly."

She bit her lip, glancing away. "The king said it wasn’t necessary," she admitted softly.

I let out another sigh, one that felt like it was dragged out from the depths of my very soul. "Right," I muttered, rubbing my temples. Of course, my father would think it wasn’t necessary to inform me about a political shitstorm that I’d inevitably get dragged into. Typical.

I glanced at the clock on the laptop. The Grand Court was set to start in less than five minutes. I didn’t have time to waste. "Looks like I have to change," I said, my voice tinged with annoyance.

Without missing a beat, I turned to my double, who was now attempting to dance on the edge of the desk. I grabbed him by the collar, hauling him up like a misbehaving puppy. "Alright, guess it’s time for you to give back my clothes," I said flatly.

The royal attire he was wearing—my attire—seemed to understand my command immediately. A dark aura rippled through the fabric, and the clothes melted away from his form, flowing through the air like living smoke before wrapping themselves around me. The clothes settled onto my body, the intricate embroidery and heavy fabric fitting perfectly, as they always did.

All royal attire was enchanted to recognize its master, after all.

My double, now completely naked, blinked at me with its usual blank expression. It plopped itself down on the chair, staring ahead like a lifeless doll. The lack of any… anatomical features made the sight less awkward than it could’ve been, but still.

"Cover him with whatever," I said with a wave of my hand.

Without waiting for her answer, I activated my teleportation skills. And in the blink of an eye, I was gone.