Seven Sins System Chapter 344. No Repentance

Seven Sins System Chapter 344. No Repentance

The Malifex Clan, especially Xalgrim, looked satisfied with my answer. “Good. I will accept her as our bride then,” he said with a satisfied smile.

'YES! One problem solved!' I screamed in happiness internally. I had been desperate to find them a suitable bride for ages, and finally, they accepted. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"So, what's next?" I asked, my enthusiasm bubbling to the surface.

Xalgrim's eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. "We celebrate, of course. The union of our clan and a mortal bride is a rare event. Tonight, the shadows will dance in joy."

I chuckled at his dramatic flair. "Sounds like a plan. I'll leave you to your festivities then. Take good care of her, and, you know, be gentle."

He grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "Don't worry. We know our ways."

My tentacles handled the woman with care, ensuring not to harm her delicate mortal frame. Before handing her over to the eager Malifex Clan, I felt the need to lay down some ground rules.

“Oh, right. She's a mortal, not a demon, so she's a bit fragile and easy to break. Handle her with care," I cautioned, my tone serious. I gestured with my tentacles as if emphasizing the fragility of the woman in my grasp.

"In the worst case, she might lose her mind and attempt suicide. If that happens, detain her and provide nutrition directly. Ensure she stays clean to prevent sickness. Maintain the right temperature, not too hot or cold, and make sure she has enough water," I explained in meticulous detail. Mortals were like delicate glass figurines in comparison to the hardy demons.

I leaned in a bit closer, my eyes locking onto Xalgrim's. "And one more thing," I added with a note of sternness. "Mortals don't have a long lifespan. Most of them don't make it past a hundred years. So, use her well. I can't guarantee another mortal for you if things go south."

"Very well," Xalgrim said with a nod. He stretched out his hand, taking the woman's fragile body gently from the grasp of my tentacles. They were getting a rare and valuable commodity in the form of a mortal bride, and they knew the responsibility that came with it.

The demons surrounding him observed the mortal with a mix of curiosity and eagerness, fully aware that she held the key to the continuation of their dwindling clan. Once Xalgrim cradled her, the woman's fear was palpable, her eyes darting nervously between the demonic figures that surrounded her.

The moment my tentacles released her mouth, a scream erupted from the woman. It was a raw, unbridled expression of fear that echoed through the cavernous space of the Malifex Clan's dwelling. Her struggles intensified, but it was futile against the might of Xalgrim, who effortlessly enclosed her in his massive hand.

Xalgrim held her as if she were a delicate object, his grasp both firm and careful. The contrast between their sizes was stark, emphasizing the vulnerability of the mortal woman in the embrace of the demonic creature. Her legs flailed, kicking desperately against the air, a desperate attempt to break free from the powerful grip that held her captive.

The other members of the clan observed with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. The woman's frightened eyes darted around, taking in the grotesque forms of the demons that surrounded her. The demonic atmosphere in the cavern only heightened her terror, and her struggles persisted, driven by the primal instinct to escape.

Xalgrim's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth as he reveled in the woman's fear. His otherworldly red eyes fixated on her, enjoying the scent of her fear as if it were a fine perfume. Amid her struggle, he spoke in a low, rumbling voice, attempting to soothe her primal panic.

"It's okay, mortal. You are in the hands of Malifex, and you have a special role to play," Xalgrim declared, his words a blend of reassurance and dominance.

The woman's screams continued, “Ahhh!!! Noo! Please let me go! Let me go! I promise I will treat those kids well! I promise!” she begged me. The echoes of her desperate pleas reverberated through the cavern, mingling with the shadows that danced ominously. The woman's tear-streaked face pleaded with me. The desperation in her eyes begged for mercy, for a chance to rewrite her fate.

But I remained indifferent, my smile retaining its sweet facade despite the darkness lurking beneath. Her promise to treat the children well fell on deaf ears, as the die had been cast, and the bargain sealed. The demonic realm cared little for repentance.

"It's too late for that," I repeated, my voice like a velvet blade. The sweet smile persisted, casting a disconcerting contrast with the cruelty of the situation. "You should be thanking me," I added, as if I had bestowed upon her a gift of immeasurable value. "You wanted children, and now you'll have them – your very own, not adopted. Quite the deal, don't you think? Your deepest desire is fulfilled, no need for words."

Her frustration erupted in a cry of anguish, a visceral expression of her thwarted expectations. "Human child!" she screamed, the words dripping with disdain and sorrow. "I want human children, not demons!"

I maintained my nonchalant demeanor, brushing off the gravity of the situation like dust off my shoulder. "They'll look like humans, half of it. Just ignore the bottom and the horns," I explained with a casual wave of my hand. "And you have five strong husbands. Nice, right? Better than cheating or hiring a gigolo, like you usually do," I quipped, a smirk playing on my lips.

Her dissatisfaction lingered, an unrelenting plea to reverse the irreversible. Despite my attempts at levity, she persisted, desperate for a return to the life she knew. My patience waned, and annoyance flickered in my eyes. Dealing with mortal drama was never my forte, and her incessant begging grated on my nerves.

I shifted my attention back to Xalgrim, my frustration palpable. "I'll have my servant send all the tonics you need," I declared, my words bitten off, and I absentmindedly covered one of my ears with my pinky, a subconscious gesture reflecting my reluctance to hear her incessant pleas. The inconvenience of her distress irked me.