Seven Sins System Chapter 513. I am What You Call ‘That Damned Lord of Wrath

Seven Sins System Chapter 513. I am What You Call ‘That Damned Lord of Wrath

They exchanged glances, trying to process what they’d just heard, but I didn’t give them time to speak. In a single, smooth movement, I teleported, disappearing from their grasp only to reappear casually seated in the armchair next to Red, one leg crossed over the other.

They both whirled around, eyes wide with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief, clearly unsettled by the display of power. But Red… she simply looked at me with that knowing smile, the glint in her eyes unmistakable, like she’d expected nothing less.

I extended my hand to her, an invitation, a silent gesture. Red took it without hesitation, her fingers intertwining with mine as she rose gracefully to her feet. She crossed the short distance between us, her gaze unwavering, and settled herself on my lap, sideways, draping her arm around my neck. She sat as if it were the most natural thing in the world, a subtle air of defiance directed at her daughters, who were still processing what had just unfolded.

For a moment, there was silence. Penelope and Katrina stood rooted in place, expressing a mix of shock and confusion, the knives forgotten in their hands as they stared at us, trying to piece together the scene before them.

“You…” Katrina finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “What… what is this?”

I met her gaze steadily, allowing a faint smirk to play on my lips. “This,” I said, my tone calm, almost casual, “is the truth. One that you two have been dancing around for far too long.”

Penelope’s grip on the knife tightened, her voice strained, laced with frustration. “But… you’re just a doctor. How… why would she…” She trailed off, clearly grappling with what she’d thought she knew versus what was unraveling before her eyes. “Even though she has drawn your blood, she shouldn't act like this.”

"Dr. Allen is only one of the many roles I play,” I said, watching the dawning realization settle over Katrina and Penelope’s faces.

They were stunned, their carefully constructed assumptions crumbling in an instant.

I leaned back, keeping my arm around Red as she sat comfortably on my lap. Her gaze was on me, a slight smile tugging at her lips, as if she’d been waiting for this moment.

“I am what you call ‘that damned Lord of Wrath,’” I continued. “Azrael. That’s my name.”

The shock on their faces was almost comical, though neither of them looked amused. Katrina’s mouth opened, then closed, as if struggling to find the words to voice her disbelief.

Penelope, usually so quick with a comeback, seemed momentarily at a loss, her gaze darting between me and her mother, trying to piece together the impossible.

“But… that can’t be…” Katrina whispered, her voice barely audible, as though saying it aloud would make it real.

I smirked, a touch of amusement coloring my tone. “Oh, it can be. And it is.” I paused, letting my gaze settle on them with the kind of calm authority that came naturally to me. “But I can’t let you call me by my name. Not when your mother calls me ‘My Lord.’ I have standards, after all.”

Red glanced at her daughters. “He’s right,” she said, her tone calm, as if discussing the weather rather than loyalties and unbreakable bonds. “My Lord is not someone to be spoken of lightly. He’s earned that title, and he’s kept it for centuries.”

Katrina and Penelope exchanged glances, their eyes wide. The knives they’d been holding had lowered, the initial fierceness in their stance replaced with something closer to awe—or fear.

“So…” Penelope began, her voice shaky, “you knew this all along. Since when?”

“Since I met him again at the infirmary,” Red replied, her gaze never leaving mine, her voice unwavering. “It was as if a part of me that had been missing for ages finally returned. My loyalty to him… it’s not something I can just cast aside.”

Penelope’s brow furrowed, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior. “And you decide to follow him again, just like that?”

“Yes,” Red replied, the single word filled with a quiet strength. Her voice was firm, her gaze steady, as if daring them to challenge her decision. But there was something in her tone—something almost pleading. She wanted them to understand, to accept this part of her.

Penelope clenched her fists, her expression conflicted, and Katrina shifted beside her, arms crossed, glancing back and forth between us. Penelope’s gaze narrowed, and there was a spark of resentment in her eyes. “Then… why? Why play these games? Why pretend to be something you’re not?”

I chuckled softly, the sound filling the quiet room like a dark melody. “Pretending? Hardly.” I met Penelope’s gaze with a smirk, letting her see a glimmer of the ancient, dangerous being lurking beneath my calm demeanor. “I have my reasons. But for now… let’s just say I have an interest in the academy, in what happens here. And I don’t answer to anyone else’s expectations.” My words hung in the air, each one a quiet warning.

Katrina took a shaky step back, her eyes widening slightly, as if she were only now realizing the truth. “And what about us?” she asked, her voice a whisper that barely masked her confusion. “What do we mean in all of this? Are we just… pawns in your game?”

Red’s expression softened, and she reached out, taking Katrina’s hand in hers. Her voice was gentle but unyielding, the love she felt for her daughters clear in her tone. “You are my daughters. Nothing will ever change that. My loyalty to My Lord is separate from my love for you.”

Katrina hesitated, her gaze darting to Penelope as if seeking reassurance. Then she looked back at Red, and there was a flicker of pain in her eyes. “But you chose him over us.”

“Choose?” Red’s tone held a note of sadness, tempered by an authority. “You are still my children. What do you mean by ‘choose’? Loyalty to him is not a choice; it’s who I am. And my love for you… that is something different, something I’ve carried since the day you were born. It’s not a matter of one or the other. It never has been.”