Seven Sins System Chapter 404. I'm Just An Honest Devil

Seven Sins System Chapter 404. I'm Just An Honest Devil

"I guess that's why those goons say 'the women mostly will become more obedient after meeting the great leader'," I remarked, the sarcasm dripping from my words like venom. “It's just a stupid mortal trick, not because he has the power to make them submit. What a joke," I scoffed, unable to suppress my disdain for the charade unfolding before us.

Before she could respond, I interjected with another jab, my tone laced with mockery. "Oh right," I gestured towards the other woman, a wry grin playing at my lips. “I guess that's what happened to them too." I paused for effect, allowing the implications of my words to sink in. "It's just... judging from the sex toys and stuff, I guess that the great leaders are 'training' them," I added, my gaze flicking towards her knowingly.

I could see the disdain mirrored in Puriel's eyes as she absorbed my words. The whole situation reeked of manipulation and abuse, and I could sense her anger simmering beneath the surface.

A sly smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched her reaction, relishing in the opportunity to stoke the flames of her anger. “You know what kind of 'training' I mean, right? It's pretty obvious," I teased, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "I bet once their bodies get used to it, they'll be addicted to him. And when he's done, he'll toss them aside like yesterday's garbage," I continued, my voice taking on a honeyed quality as if I were weaving a seductive spell.

I leaned in closer, my gaze locking with hers, intent on provoking a reaction. After all, I was the lord of wrath—I thrived on chaos and discord. “Those who are already twisted will have a different fate, though," I mused, my words laced with a hint of cruelty. "They'll go looking for another man who's willing to treat them the same way as the great leader did. It's a vicious cycle, isn't it?"

I could see the anger simmering beneath the surface, her fists clenched in frustration as she struggled to contain her emotions. But deep down, I knew my words had struck a nerve, igniting a firestorm of resentment and indignation within her. I watched her seethe with rage. A sense of satisfaction washed over me. For in that moment, I had succeeded in my goal—I had provoked her, pushed her to the brink, and forced her to confront the uncomfortable truth.

To be honest, the Kraken’s actions were exactly what one would expect from a devil—manipulative, selfish, and utterly devoid of empathy. But as possessive as I was, there was one thing I prided myself on, once someone belonged to me, they belonged to me for eternity. I didn't share my women, not even with other devils. It was a principle I held dear, one that defined my very existence.

However, my musings were soon interrupted by Puriel’s sharp gaze, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and disdain. She didn't mince words, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.

“You surely live by your title, huh, Azrael?” she spat, her tone dripping with contempt.

I responded with a saccharine smile, my demeanor as sweet as honey. “Why, thank you for the compliment," I replied, my voice laced with amusement. “But you know me—I'm just an honest devil, stating the facts as they are." I couldn't resist the urge to tease her further, my tone playful as I posed a question that lingered on the tip of my tongue. “So--- can I kill him?" I asked, my voice dripping with faux innocence.

“No, I told you, I can't do anything with the deal,” she reminded me, her voice tinged with frustration. I could see it in her eyes, the simmering anger held back by the constraints of some divine agreement. It's one of those annoying things about being a goddess, I guess—having your hands tied when it comes to meting out justice, unlike us devils who can pretty much do as we please.

And speaking of devils, there I was, reveling in the freedom that came with my title. 'It's good to be the devil,' I thought smugly, knowing full well that I could unleash my wrath upon those who deserved it without fear of repercussions. Unlike Puriel, who could only stand by and watch as the mortals ran amok, unable to intervene due to her divine constraints.

But me? I could punish them, oh yes, as long as I didn't overstep the boundaries of that pesky agreement. And while it may have been a thorn in my side at times, it was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of seeing justice served.

"Right, but you don't mind if I do something like last time, right?" I pressed, unable to shake off the idea of dealing with that imposter in my own devilish way.

Puriel shot me a sidelong glance, her expression guarded. “You mean what you did to that woman? The one you dragged into the underworld along with her body?” she questioned, her tone laced with a hint of disapproval.

I snapped my fingers. "Bingo!" I said happily.

Puriel rolled her eyes, clearly unconvinced by my attempt. “What makes you think I'll be okay with that?” she sighed, a note of exasperation in her voice.

I shrugged, feigning innocence. "Hey, I didn't hurt her, did I?" I countered, flashing her a mischievous grin. "Also this bastard should have seen it coming, right? Trying to impersonate me like that? It's practically an insult to my devilish reputation. I only gave him what he deserved,” I stated.

"Of course, after I dig through the information in his head, of course," I reassured her, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

Puriel arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "And what about the academy?" she pressed, her voice tinged with concern. "They had CCTV footage, and I'm sure the other cult divisions also know about us. They'll head straight to the academy, causing chaos to take revenge," she reminded me, her words carrying a sense of urgency.