Seven Sins System Chapter 403. The Pure And The Wicked

Seven Sins System Chapter 403. The Pure And The Wicked

With a muttered incantation, my tentacle sprang into action once again, latching onto the kraken’s severed hand. "Dark Healing," I muttered under my breath, channeling the dark energy within me to mend the wound.

A shroud of my dark aura enveloped the injured limb, knitting together the torn flesh with an eerie glow. The wound closed before our eyes, the skin stitching back together seamlessly. Still, the Kraken's health points remained depleted. He was a mortal after all.

"Happy?" I quipped, my sarcasm dripping like venom as I released my hold on his hand. The frustration simmered beneath the surface of my words, my displeasure evident in the sharpness of my tone.

Puriel's gaze hardened at my retort, her patience wearing thin as she met my defiant stare with a stern glare. "Stop acting like a kid, Azrael," she scolded, her voice firm and commanding. "We are in the middle of a mission, and your antics are putting us all at risk."

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. Puriel had just accused me of being childish for being angry at someone who had not only stolen my identity but had also wreaked havoc in the mortal realm. It was absurd, and I couldn't help but find humor in her accusation.

"I have every right to be angry here," I retorted, my tone firm and unwavering as I met her gaze with a defiant stare. I wasn't about to let her dismiss my feelings so easily, not when the betrayal cut so deep.

But before she could respond, I cut her off with a pointed remark of my own. "That bastard just raped an elf over there, aren't you mad at him?" I jabbed a finger toward the woman lying on the bed, her expression one of shock and horror at being called out so brazenly.

"And you call yourself the goddess of chastity? What a joke," I sneered, the bitterness of my words underscored by the sting of betrayal. Puriel's supposed commitment to virtue and righteousness seemed like a cruel joke in the face of such blatant hypocrisy.

Puriel's gaze shifted to the elf lying on the bed, her expression a mixture of concern and doubt as she took in the sight of the virgin blood staining the sheets between her thighs. I could see the sadness etched in the lines of her face. But beneath the sorrow, there was also a hint of skepticism.

Turning back to me, Puriel's brow furrowed with curiosity as she voiced her question. "How do you know he raped her?" she inquired, her tone tinged with uncertainty. It was clear that she was searching for answers, seeking to understand the truth behind the accusations I had leveled against the kraken.

I shifted my gaze to an antique pot sitting on a nearby table, its intricate design catching my eye as wisps of strange herbal incense drifted lazily from its spout. "That pot can make mortals hallucinate," I remarked, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and indignation. "It was those men's dark crystals that kept their consciousness intact."

"Other mortals who inhale the scent will have hallucinations," I continued, my voice growing more animated as I gestured toward the pot. "It's a clever trick, meant to confuse and disorient those who are unwelcome."

Turning my attention to the crystal holder nearby, I caught a whiff of the pungent aroma emanating from the spilled wine. "And that faker drugged the wine," I declared, my tone laced with disgust. "I smell a strong scent of aphrodisiacs from there."

I watched as Puriel's gaze flickered toward the spilled wine, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in the evidence before her. It was clear that she was beginning to understand the severity of the situation.

But I wasn't finished yet, I turned back to Puriel, my gaze locking with hers as I posed a question that I already knew the answer to. "It constitutes a rape in your understanding, right?" I asked, my voice tinged with urgency. I needed her validation, her affirmation that what had transpired here was indeed a heinous crime.

I couldn't help but notice a flicker of rage dancing in Puriel's eyes. It was a rare sight, to see her so visibly shaken by the darkness that lurked within the mortal realm. In a way, it made sense—after all, she had always been too naive for something like this.

But that was the thing about being a goddess. It meant always seeing the best in people, always believing in the inherent goodness of humanity. Puriel was no exception; her heart was pure, her intentions noble. She would always be optimistic, always willing to give mortals the benefit of the doubt.

As a devil, however, my perspective was vastly different. I had seen the depths of depravity that mortals were capable of, witnessed firsthand the darkness that lurked within their souls. I knew their rotten tricks, their cunning deceit—all too well.

After all, it was our duty as punishers in the underworld to deal with mortals who had strayed from the path of righteousness. And in my many centuries of existence, I had learned everything about their cunning ways.

So while Puriel may see the world through rose-tinted glasses, I saw it for what it truly was—a place filled with treachery and deceit, where the line between good and evil was often blurred beyond recognition.

Unfortunately, the ones who came from the cult were different. Their souls wouldn't follow the typical journey down to the underworld or up to the heavens. They were stuck in the in-between, just like us demons. Once they kicked the bucket, that was it, game over. No fiery pits or pearly gates, just a one-way ticket to oblivion.

So when I threw down the gauntlet and threatened the Kraken with suffering, I wasn't talking about some far-off afterlife punishment. I meant to make him squirm right here, right now, in the mortal realm, while he was still drawing breath.