Seven Sins System Chapter 395. Effortless Forgiveness

Seven Sins System Chapter 395. Effortless Forgiveness

“We were talking about your potato chips,” chimed in the other, a note of annoyance creeping into his voice as he addressed his companion. With a swift motion, he snatched the bag of chips from the friend next to him, only to find it disappointingly empty. "Why did you finish them all by yourself?" he complained, his frustration evident. A frown on his face.

"Oi, just keep moving on! The cops will suspect us if we stop here," warned one of the kidnappers, his voice laced with urgency as he glanced nervously at their surroundings.

“Okay, okay,” the driver responded hastily, his tone betraying a hint of anxiety as he accelerated the van.

The atmosphere in the van grew tense, the realization dawning on the occupants that their actions had drawn unwanted attention.

The van moved again, the engine humming steadily as it rolled down the road. The tension in the air seemed to dissipate slightly, replaced by the mundane sounds of chewing and the occasional rustle of clothing. The lingering scent that had filled the van earlier was now gone, leaving behind only the stale air of confinement.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and annoyance. On one hand, I no longer had to struggle to divert my thoughts from the tantalizing scent that had plagued me earlier. But on the other hand, I couldn't shake off the frustration of what had just transpired.

Defending Puriel, of all people, was a surreal experience, one that I never imagined myself in. I mean, she was my nemesis, for hell's sake! Yet there I was, ready to unleash my wrath upon those kidnappers just to protect her. It was ironic, to say the least, but at that moment, I didn't care. I was willing to set aside our differences and come to her aid, only to be met with a cold refusal.

Her rejection of my offer stung, fueling the flames of irritation within me. Here I was, offering to unleash my devilish powers on her behalf, and she simply brushed it off as if it were nothing. It was infuriating, to say the least.

To her, forgiveness seemed to come effortlessly, a natural extension of her divine nature. But for me, punishment was an integral part of my identity as a devil. It was my duty, my responsibility, to mete out punishment to those who deserved it. And yet, even when faced with the opportunity to do so, she intervened, thwarting my efforts and leaving me to wrestle with my own conflicting emotions. Where was the logic in all of this? If the mortals could escape their punishment that easily, why did the universe create shadow creatures like me?

But as much as I wanted to dwell on my frustration, I knew that dwelling on it would only serve to worsen my mood.

'Ha! I don't care anymore!' I thought defiantly, trying to shake off the lingering frustration. But as I mulled, I couldn't help but wonder why I had been so easily riled up, especially in Puriel's presence.

It was unlike me to lose my cool so easily, but lately, it seemed like my emotions were more volatile than usual, particularly when she was around. It was as if her mere presence had the power to unsettle me, and I found myself questioning why that was.

Was it just a coincidence, or was there something deeper at play? The idea that our encounters were somehow influenced by the threads of fate crossed my mind, and although I was skeptical, I couldn't dismiss it entirely.

Perhaps, I reasoned, my feelings towards Puriel were beginning to shift in ways I hadn't anticipated. Maybe there was more to our dynamic than just animosity and rivalry. The thought was unsettling, to say the least, but I couldn't deny the possibility.

'Sometimes... I wish we could still be nemesis and stay like that...' I thought, feeling a pang of longing mixed with frustration. It was a strange sentiment, wishing for the simplicity of our former relationship, even though it had been fraught with animosity and rivalry.

I knew myself well enough to recognize my own tendencies towards possessiveness. And despite the clashes and conflicts we'd had, there was a strange comfort.

But the reality was far more complicated. We hailed from two different realms, each with its own set of rules and customs. Our very natures were diametrically opposed—she, a goddess of purity and chastity, and I, a devil steeped in sin and temptation. It was a recipe for disaster, and yet here we were, entangled in each other's lives in ways I couldn't fully comprehend.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at the situation. In my mind, the solution seemed simple: maintain our rivalry, keep our distance, and let things unfold as they may.

Around twenty minutes later, I could sense the subtle deceleration of the van, signaling our approach to our destination. As the vehicle slowed down, my mind raced with anticipation, trying to imagine where we might be headed. Perhaps a desolate warehouse on the outskirts of town, or a secluded cavern hidden deep within the forest—I entertained various possibilities, each one more ominous than the last.

However, as the van came to a stop, my assumptions were swiftly overturned. Instead of a desolate and foreboding location, we found ourselves entering the parking lot of a sleek and modern building—a stark contrast to the grim scenarios I had envisioned. It was the headquarters of a huge company, its facade gleaming in the dim light of the underground garage.

I watched as the goons gazed around in awe and disbelief, their expressions betraying their astonishment at the unexpected turn of events. It was clear that this was their first time in such prestigious surroundings, their usual assignments consisting of far more mundane tasks. The fact that they had been specifically invited to this location, presumably by their leader, only added to their sense of bewilderment.