Seven Sins System Chapter 454. Fancy Sentences

Seven Sins System Chapter 454. Fancy Sentences

“‘Not defined by the past’ and ‘Move forward’ are fancy sentences for me,” I said, my tone dripping with skepticism. The sarcasm was evident, and a bitter smile curled on my lips. The idea seemed almost laughable in the face of everything that had happened.

Julia frowned and leaned towards me, her curiosity piqued. “Why do you think that?” she asked, genuinely wanting to understand.

I exhaled a long breath, shaking my head. “I don’t know the exact reason, but that’s how I feel,” I began, trying to put my thoughts into words. “We went through the past together, then separated. We met again as enemies and fought each other countless times. We are from different realms,” I said, the enormity of it all weighing heavily on my mind.

I turned to Julia, looking her in the eye. “And we were trying to kill each other for… as long as I can remember,” I stated, irony lacing my tone. The irony was almost cruel, the thread of fate binding us together despite our history of violence and hatred. “That’s not an easy thing to leave behind. And the thread… It really did choose the wrong couple to pair up,” I said again, annoyance creeping into my voice.

But deep down, I knew I shouldn’t have been complaining. After all, the young me was the one who had offered her the contract. I was the one who had thought she would make the perfect pet, the perfect companion. Now, hundreds of years later, once I got my memory back, the contract had come back to haunt us both.

The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. It wasn’t just about our past or our differences. It was about the choices we had made, the paths we had taken, and the consequences that had followed.

I felt a deep sense of frustration, an inner turmoil that I couldn’t easily shake off. My feelings for Puriel were complicated, a messed up web of past and present, love and hate, hope and despair. I wanted to believe that we could find a way to coexist, to understand each other. But every time we clashed, it felt like those hopes were being shattered, piece by piece.

Julia listened quietly. I appreciated her silence, the way she allowed me to vent without interruption.

“The young me thought I was clever, offering her that contract,” I continued, my voice tinged with bitterness. “I thought she was the right pet for me. And now, centuries later, we’re bound by this thread, forced to confront our past and our differences.”

I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “It’s like a cruel joke. The thread binds us, but all it does is highlight how incompatible we are. She’s a goddess, and I’m a devil. Our realms, our values, our very natures are at odds.”

Julia finally spoke, her voice gentle. “I can’t pretend to fully understand what you’re going through, but I can see how much it affects you. It’s not just about your past; it’s about the expectations and the disappointment.”

I nodded. “Exactly. It’s the hope that maybe, despite everything, we could find some common ground. But every time we try, it just... falls apart,” I admitted.

Julia placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You’re allowed to feel this way, you know. It doesn’t make you weak or pathetic. It makes you... well, it makes you more human.”

I chuckled dryly, the irony not lost on me. “A devil becoming more human. That’s rich.”

She smiled, a warm, understanding smile. “You've been living among mortals for a while now. Maybe some of their ways have rubbed off on you. And maybe that's not such a bad thing."

"That's bad," I stated, my voice flat and resigned. "At least for me."

"But that can't deny the fact that you have fallen in love with her, Azrael," she dropped the bomb out of nowhere, piercing through my defenses. The fact that she used my real name showed how serious she was. Her words hit me hard, echoing the truth I had been trying so desperately to avoid.

I didn’t say anything. Of course, I was aware of it, but I tried to deny it. The last time I fell in love, it was with Ravenna, and losing her had drowned me in insanity. It had driven me to the brink, a madness that fueled my victory against the ancient demon but also led to my downfall. In the aftermath, I had eaten the previous seven lords of sin’s corpses and almost devoured my dead mom. I had become the most monstrous devil in my own realm.

I didn’t want that to happen again, especially since I knew this was a dead-end relationship. Loving Puriel was like courting disaster. Our realms, our natures, were fundamentally opposed. The thread of fate that bound us was a cruel joke, highlighting the chasm between us rather than bridging it.

Yet, despite knowing all this, the feelings persisted. They gnawed at me. Julia’s words had stripped away the last of my denials, leaving me raw and exposed. I could feel the familiar fear creeping in, the dread of losing control again.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. The memories of Ravenna’s death flashed before me, the agony of her loss mingling with the horror of my own actions. I had vowed never to let myself fall so deeply again, never to be consumed by such darkness. But here I was, standing on the edge of the same abyss, staring into the void that had once swallowed me whole.

Julia tightened her hand on my shoulder. She didn’t say anything more, just waited, giving me the space to process my emotions.

I opened my eyes, meeting her gaze. “I can’t let myself fall again, Julia. Not like before.”

She nodded, her expression compassionate. “I understand. But running from your feelings won’t make them disappear. You have to face them, or they’ll consume you from the inside.”