Seven Sins System Chapter 346. Huge D

Seven Sins System Chapter 346. Huge D

“What took you so long?” Puriel's complaint hit me as soon as I stepped out of the portal. Hands planted firmly on her hips, she was the picture of impatience, resembling a wife awaiting her husband's return from a long day at work. The irony wasn't lost on me; our dynamic did have an oddly domestic quality. Bound by the intricate threads of fate, Puriel and I shared a connection that transcended the conventional, our partnership sometimes resembling that of a committed couple.

I couldn't help but smirk at the thought, especially considering the recent reward I'd just bestowed upon Ivy. The timing of Puriel's quip couldn't be more amusing.

Despite the cheeky grin playing on my lips, I acknowledged her with a casual shrug. "Had some devilish business to attend to," I replied, the twinkle in my eyes betraying the mischievous undertones of my recent exploits. It wasn't every day that a lord had to navigate the intricacies of matchmaking for a demon clan, but hey, that's just another day in the life of the Lord of Wrath.

"Dealing with those demons is like navigating a maze blindfolded. Not your average incubi looking for a good time – they've got standards, you know?" I continued. My demonic ensemble had faded away, and I was back to the mundane attire, surrounded by the ingredients I'd fetched earlier. The room, now void of the spectral children, revealed a glimpse of reality as the real kids enjoyed breakfast and were tended to by a puppet doppelganger Puriel had conjured.

I scratched my head, contemplating the complexities of dealing with the Malifex Clan. Their discerning taste in brides added another layer to the challenge. "It's not just about handing over a bride. It's like convincing a gourmet to accept a dish; they need the right flavors. And that woman..." I gestured vaguely, alluding to the mortal bride, "Well, she's a bit more delicate than the usual demon fare. They don't usually go for the 'fragile and breakable' type."

"Who do you mean by 'them'?" Puriel curled an eyebrow, her curiosity evident in her expression.

"Malifex Clan," I replied nonchalantly, my hands engaged in the intricate motions of Devil's Craft, manipulating the ingredients to create an Elixir of Health. Time wasn't exactly on my side; I had the academy and the infirmary waiting for my return.

"Malifex Clan?" she echoed, seeking clarification, her confusion apparent.

I spared her a glance, acknowledging the need for an explanation. "Yeah, the picky demon centaurs with the goat horns? Those guys. They're known for their discerning taste in brides, and, well, I just delivered them a package." I gestured vaguely, referring to the mortal woman. For goddesses, we, demons, were only divided into two types. Demons and devils. They didn't care about our kind.

Her eyes widened in shock. "D-Demon Centaur?!" she exclaimed, a vivid recollection of the war from three hundred years ago etched in her memory. They were allies who had aided me during that tumultuous time.

Without warning, she seized my collar, her grip firm. Our faces were mere inches apart. "You gave her to them?!" she questioned in disbelief, regret seeping through her voice.

I frowned, my displeasure evident. "Yes," I affirmed curtly, brushing her hand away with a rough motion. I sighed, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. "Relax, Puriel. It's not as dramatic as it sounds. The Malifex Clan needed a bride, and, well, she happened to fit their peculiar requirements. You already agreed to that, remember?" I reminded her.

Her response was swift and indignant. "But I didn't expect it to be them!" she retorted.

My frown deepened. "Is there something wrong with them?" I questioned, my displeasure escalating.

“Yes! There's clearly something wrong with them! They have a huge... D, you know that! How can she survive them?!” she exclaimed in panic, her eyes widening as if the mere thought sent shivers down her spine.

I tried to hold back my chuckle, but it escaped as a burst of laughter. I mean, who would've thought that Puriel, the goddess of chastity, would have noticed about the Dark Centaurs ‘Dong’?

“I'm not kidding,” she hissed in displeasure, her expression stern and disapproving.

I managed to stifle my laughter and shot her an amused look. "Puriel, we're talking about demons here, not angels. They don't exactly adhere to heavenly modesty standards, you know?” I let out an exasperated sigh. "After all, they're demons. Dark Centaurs, to be specific. That's just how they're built. Also, demons don't follow mortal standards. She'll be fine, trust me. Besides, she's got a pretty strong will."

“Strong will?” she repeated my statement with a cringe.

I grinned. “Yup! She was kicking and struggling just like a healthy mortal,” I replied. “She is full of life,” I concluded.

She crossed her arms, maintaining her disapproving stance. "But, it's just... excessive, Azrael. I didn't expect you to be so casual about it."

I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. "Well, I have to deal with all kinds of demons, and they each come with their quirks. Dark Centaurs are, well, let's say, quite well-endowed. But I assure you, she'll manage."

Puriel shook her head, still not convinced. "There’s no way I will believe that. That sounds like bullshit!”

Once again, I covered my mouth, suppressing my laughter, while Puriel stared at me in disbelief. After a moment, I regained my composure, looking at her with a sly grin.

"Let me tell you," I began, leaning in a bit, "Malifex Clan is much better than the others. Sure, they have huge genitals, given the whole centaur situation. But here's the kicker—they won't hurt their bride or devour her. They can control the size and length of their members to ensure a safe and successful process. How do you think the last bride managed to survive for hundreds of years while popping out demon babies monthly?" I explained with a mischievous glint in my eyes.