Seven Sins System Chapter 385. Ascended Devil

Seven Sins System Chapter 385. Ascended Devil

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of boredom settling in once again. "Should we change plans? Or maybe put the clones here?" I suggested, the frustration evident in my tone. Three days of waiting had tested my patience, and I was reaching my limit. Waiting around while my mind buzzed with unanswered questions was not my style.

Puriel glanced at me, her expression mirroring my own impatience. "I have an important dinner tomorrow night," I added, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation. Tomorrow's dinner was crucial, and I couldn't afford to miss it. But stuck in this dingy cell, with no end in sight, I feared I might have to.

"Stop your nonsense," she reminded me.

I gritted my teeth, suppressing the urge to lash out. The agreement and rules annoyed me. As the lord of wrath, patience was not my strong suit. But here I was, forced to wait in silence, bound by the terms of our agreement. It was infuriating, to say the least. I, the lord of wrath but I had to be patient, I would become an Ascended Devil sooner or later.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. 

Patience. 

I needed to be patient. 

But it was easier said than done. Every fiber of my being screamed for action, for something to break the monotony of waiting.

"If it weren't for the agreement, I would destroy this place," I muttered under my breath, the words dripping with frustration. The thought of unleashing my wrath upon our captors was tempting, but I knew I couldn't afford to break the rules.

Puriel's calm demeanor grated on my nerves, but I knew she had a point. "Be patient, okay. Soon or later they will come," she said, her voice steady and composed. Her words were meant to reassure me, but they only served to fuel my frustration. “It's been three days and I don't think they starve us for no reason. They're probably weakening us or something," she guessed in a calm tone.

I let out a dry chuckle, unable to hide my annoyance. "Of course, I know they are weakening us," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "They want us to be more obedient when we are dealing with their 'leader'. But the problem is how long will it last?"

Puriel shot me a reproachful look, her gaze piercing through me. "Mortals can only survive for a short time in lack of food and water like this," she explained, her voice tinged with exasperation. "A week or two weeks at most."

Her words stung, hitting a nerve I didn't know I had. "You are a doctor, right?" she continued, her tone bordering on judgmental. "You should know basic knowledge like this."

I couldn't help but cringe in disgust at Puriel's calm demeanor. "Yes, I know. But a week or two? If we were real mortals, we would turn into that skeleton for sure," I complained, glancing at the skeleton beside her. My frustration bubbled to the surface. The thought of wasting away in this dingy cell for another week or more made my skin crawl. I wasn't built for this kind of torture. I'm the lord of wrath, not the lord of patience.

Seriously, I didn't want to wait that long. I hate waiting. I'm the kind of guy who likes to take action, to seize control of the situation and bend it to my will. But stuck in this cramped cell with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs? It was enough to drive me crazy.

"Just be patient," Puriel repeated, her voice infuriatingly calm. It was like she was asking the impossible of me, expecting me to sit back and endure this torment with a smile on my face. But I've tried, I really have. How much longer was I supposed to wait?

I bristled at her reminder, feeling a surge of defensiveness rise within me. "I know, I know," I muttered, my frustration boiling over. "But for how long?" I argued, my voice laced with indignation.

Puriel sighed, a weary expression crossing her face. "We don't have much choice in the matter," she said, her tone resigned. "We just have to wait it out and hope for the best."

I lay there on the cold, hard floor, annoyance bubbling up inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I'd had enough of this waiting game. It was time to take matters into my own hands.

With a sigh, I contemplated my options. One idea kept nagging at the back of my mind, taunting me with its potential brilliance. I could use my clone to escape this dreary cell, leaving Puriel behind to play the waiting game. But then, a thought struck me like lightning.

I glanced up at the CCTV camera mounted on the wall, a flicker of inspiration igniting within me. Turning to Puriel, I decided to share my idea with her, hoping she'd be on board.

"Psst! I have an idea, wanna hear?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the dull hum of the room.

Puriel's gaze shifted to me, her expression skeptical. "What?" she replied, curiosity tinged with caution.

I grinned mischievously, the gears in my mind turning. "Wanna make a good theatrical act with me?" I suggested, my tone filled with mischief.

Her frown deepened as she regarded me with suspicion. "For what?" she inquired, clearly not sold on the idea.

I leaned in closer, excitement coursing through my veins. "To bait them, of course," I explained eagerly. "If we pretend we're dying, they'll have to come for us, right? After all, they didn't snatch us up just to let us rot in this cell."

At the mention of my plan, Puriel's interest was piqued, and she leaned in closer, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Explain," she prompted, eager to hear more.

Grinning like a madman, I launched into the details of my scheme, painting a vivid picture of the performance we would stage for our captors.