Seven Sins System Chapter 350. With LOVE

Seven Sins System Chapter 350. With LOVE

"I thought appearing anywhere was normal. At least for you. For us," Puriel retorted, her words edged with a mocking tone that danced on the fringes of indifference. 

It was becoming apparent she had grown too comfortable with the peculiarities of this realm, oblivious to the fact that we needed to keep our otherworldly nature under wraps. The mortal realm had its share of surveillance, and carelessness could unveil our existence in a heartbeat. Mortals possessed CCTV, if scrutinized closely, would reveal the abnormal, rendering us exposed.

Her nonchalance prompted a grimace of disgust from me. I couldn't believe my ears. "Us? Did I hear wrong?" I challenged, disbelief coloring my words. Puriel, who typically radiated disdain for my kind, now lumped me into the same category as herself, a fact that struck me as incongruous with our usual dynamic.

She glared at me. "No. Even though we live in different realms, we aren't mortals. So I won't fix my words," she asserted with an unyielding tone, her typical lack of friendliness punctuating her words.

I snorted in response, not bothering to meet her gaze as I focused on the medicine list in my hands. "Whatever," I retorted, adopting a nonchalant tone and dismissing her argument with a casual shrug. The dynamics between us were nothing new.

The room settled into a silence broken only by the rustling of my tentacles as they navigated the shelves. It wasn't an awkward silence; it was simply devoid of conversation. I made no effort to initiate any further dialogue, and Puriel, seemingly with no other agenda, had chosen to occupy the space and 'watch' me.

The monotony of the task at hand continued, my tentacles efficiently checking the medicine bottles. The atmosphere, while not amicable, held a certain familiarity.

"I have extra food for breakfast if you want. Take the one in my bag, not on the table," I finally decided to break the silence, my tentacles retracting behind my back as I completed my task of checking the medicine bottles. The list found its place on the desk, marking the end of the mundane chore.

Puriel, still perched in the seat beside me, shot a glance in my direction, a quizzical expression on her face. "Why?" she inquired, her curiosity evident.

“They are from Evie and Rachel. They made the food for me,” I responded, turning to face her with a mischievous smile. “With LOVE,” I added, placing extra emphasis on the word 'love,' as if to underscore the irony that even a devil like me could bask in the affections of my women.

Her response was a subtle eye roll, a silent acknowledgment of the theatrical display. It was almost comical to think that I, a devil with a penchant for chaos, could be part of such ordinary exchanges. She snorted in annoyance. “Love, huh? That's a fancy word that comes out of your mouth," she remarked, her dissatisfaction evident in her tone. Her gaze bore down on me, as if my usage of that particular word was utterly inappropriate.

“Thank you. Everyone loves a handsome devil like me," I replied unabashedly, a hint of arrogance lacing my words. Self-praise came as naturally to me as breathing, and I made no effort to conceal it.

“Not me, Azrael. Not me,” she retorted, shaking her head with a wry smile. The rejection was delivered with an almost mocking air, as if the idea of harboring any affection for a devil was beyond her comprehension.

“Pfft!” I couldn't help but hold back a burst of laughter, my amusement evident in the snort that escaped.

"What's with that mocking laugh?" she questioned, her displeasure reflected in the furrow of her brow.

"You have fallen for me once, Puriel," I retorted in a casual tone, a smirk playing on my lips. The statement was delivered with a blend of arrogance and mischief, a reminder of a past encounter where the goddess of chastity had found herself entangled in the web of my devilish charm.

“Trying to twist the truth, huh?” she remarked, her tone laced with arrogance, her eyes narrowing in skepticism.

“It's the truth. You fell for me when I was a kid. When you only knew me as a human child named El, not a devil named Azrael," I stated with a smirk, emphasizing the duality of my past existence.

The exchange carried a weight of shared history, a chapter from the past that neither of us could entirely erase. It had its intended effect, plunging her into a contemplative silence. The unspoken acknowledgment that no ordinary goddess would retain memories of a mortal for centuries without deeper emotions lingered in the air.

“And I bet I just made you fall in love with me again as Dr. Allen. But you are brokenhearted when you know I'm your nemesis," I teased, adding a layer of analysis to the situation.

Her response was a tight grip on her composure. She gritted her teeth, turning her head away, a deliberate effort to avoid meeting my gaze. “Talk as much as you want. You know that's not true. We are only tied to the thread of fate by chance. Nothing more,” she stated with an air of cold indifference.

The tension in the room was palpable, an intricate dance between past and present, goddess and devil, woven into the fabric of fate. The thread that bound us seemed to pull tighter, a complexity of our intertwined destinies. Her denial held an undercurrent of defiance.

"You are in denial," I remarked casually in a mocking tone, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips.

“No,” she countered, her response clipped.

"You know a thread of fate cannot appear without a reason," I pressed on, injecting a tone of analysis into the conversation.