Seven Sins System Chapter 349. Good Old Days

Seven Sins System Chapter 349. Good Old Days 

I turned to her and smiled dryly. "I'm not a goddess and don't know what's in their realm. Well…" I stopped my words and cleared my throat. "I was once at the entrance tho. And that's not a good experience," I said, there was a clear disdain in my tone of voice.

The memory of that ill-fated infiltration stirred within me, a bitter recollection of the celestial realm that reeked of purity and righteousness. The very essence of that place clashed violently with my demonic nature, a collision of forces that screamed at me to retreat or face annihilation.

Yup, it wasn't a good experience since the light realm itself gave me tremendous pressure. The atmosphere itself seemed to want to kill me and screamed that I didn't belong there. It wanted me to get out of there or die. And I did it in the war three hundred years ago. When I thought I could destroy their base so I tried to infiltrate there. But I failed. I only managed to blow up the entrance and the heavenly gate. Well, that is an extraordinary achievement and I was proud of it. It's just that the failure still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I chuckled, the bitter undertones of failure lingering in my voice. "You know, trying to crash a demonic party in the heavenly abode doesn't usually end well. But hey, at least I left my mark, right?" The smirk on my face conveyed a mix of pride and irreverence for the realm that had once rejected me so vehemently.

'Ha... good old days. Where I can kill mortals and angels as many as I like,' I thought, reminiscing about the past. The memories flooded back, a tapestry of chaos and rebellion, a time when demons roamed freely without the constraints of any pact or agreement. It was an era of anarchy, where we reveled in tormenting mortals and challenging the celestial order, sparking conflicts that echoed through the ages.

"Tell us," said Evie, her curiosity palpable. Her demeanor, once innocent, now carried the traces of entitlement, a hint of privilege that came with being one of my chosen companions. The tone of her voice mirrored this newfound confidence.

Rachel, standing beside me, seemed to absorb the conversation silently, her gaze shifting between Evie and me. The contrast between the two demons reflected the changing dynamics of our world, from a lawless playground to a realm governed by subtle alliances and delicate balances.

I gave her a smug smile. “I don't mind telling you, but…” I pointed at the clock. “I don't think you guys have time for it,” I reminded them that their class had almost started.

They both glanced at the clock simultaneously. The bell's echoing chime, however, already indicated that what I said was true.

*Ring!*

The sharp sound reverberated through the room, signaling the commencement of the next class. Evie sighed, her disappointment evident, while Rachel shot me a playful glare.

"You owe us a story later," Evie declared, pouting.

"Deal," I replied, gesturing toward the door. "Now, go before you get in trouble with your professors. I'll be here when you're free."

Evie and Rachel darted out in a mild panic. The sound of their clattering footsteps echoed through the infirmary. The hurried shuffle of other students in the hallway added to the chaotic symphony, signifying the collective rush to make it to their respective classes on time.

I sat alone in the infirmary, a momentary lull settling in after their hasty departure. The atmosphere shifted from the casual banter to the hurried frenzy of academia. The door swung shut behind them, muffling the external commotion, leaving me in the relative calm of the medical room.

The infirmary became a temporary refuge from the bustling current of students navigating the hallways. The tick of the clock on the wall seemed louder in this hushed moment.

As the echoes of footsteps gradually faded, I leaned back in my chair, contemplating the irony of my presence in a space designed for healing. The rhythmic ticking of the clock seemed louder in the absence of the students' clamor. I let out a half-amused sigh.

"Ha... I wonder if I can make a palace here and bring them to my place," I muttered to the empty room. The idea of a devil conjuring a palace in an academic realm was as whimsical as it was audacious. However, with my status, the term "palace" might be a tad extravagant. A mansion, on the other hand, felt more attuned to the balance of devilish luxury and a semblance of earthly normality.

I settled into the familiar routine of my responsibilities, my tentacles began to slither out, a prelude to the meticulous tasks that awaited me. The air in the infirmary seemed charged with my focused intent. My hand reached for the medicine list, and in a swift, practiced motion, my other hand secured a pen.

However, before I could dive into the routine, a presence manifested beside me. Puriel, with an air of grace that defied the mundane surroundings, took a seat. The unexpected appearance disrupted the tranquility that usually accompanied my solitary work. I released a long breath, shaking off the initial surprise.

My tentacles, initially poised for their assigned duties, seemed to pause in a momentary suspension. The list and pen held in my hands became instruments of anticipation rather than mere tools for documentation.

"Are they also your succubi?" Puriel's question cut through the air, devoid of any preamble. Her hands folded across her chest, an image of composure.

I scowled, an ugly twist on my forehead. "Couldn't you choose a more normal way of entering?" I shot back, my gaze fixated on the list in my hand. My tentacles, usually gliding effortlessly from shelf to shelf, checked medicine bottles with mechanical precision. I kept my focus on the list, as if the mere act of cataloging medicines. The pen scratched against paper.