Seven Sins System Chapter 336. Untouched

Seven Sins System Chapter 336. Untouched

The transformation in the children was swift, a testament to the efficacy of the Pride tentacles. Unlike the dire situation with Julia, these kids were not on the brink of death. Instead, their weakened state, compounded by exhaustion and malnutrition, had left them in a state of profound lethargy. The healing energies surged through them, knitting together the wounds, soothing bruises, and alleviating the internal injuries caused by prolonged abuse.

Color returned to their pallid faces, and the signs of abuse began to fade. The tentacles' dark, restorative energy seemed to infuse life back into their frail forms, revitalizing them from the inside out. It was a remarkable sight, the rapid transformation from vulnerability to a slow but steady recovery.

"Done," I announced with a satisfied grin, watching as my tentacles gracefully retracted and vanished behind me. Lately, these healing gigs for mortals had become a regular thing, especially since I took up the job as a combat doctor.

It was not that I was thrilled about being a combat doc – devils weren't exactly known for their altruism – but hey, the mortal medical knowledge I had picked up has come in handy more times than I care to admit. Sometimes, being a devil meant I gotta diversify my skill set.

I couldn't help but marvel at how seamlessly I'd slipped into the role of a professional healer. Procedures that used to baffle me became second nature, thanks to my newfound medical know-how. Who knew that playing doctor among mortals could be this enlightening? Still, I couldn't shake off the lingering distaste for this combat doctor gig; I'd rather be indulging in the sinful delights that come with being a devil.

My eyes stared at the results of my work, two children who were fast asleep on the bed. It was my tentacle that moved them. What we needed to do was wait for my last tentacle to return to bring the ingredients.

Strangely, despite my brilliant results, Puriel's expression didn't match the triumph of the moment. There was a noticeable lack of the usual praise or commentary. Instead, her eyes lingered on the slumbering children, a hint of sorrow tainting her gaze.

"Good job, Azrael. You are the coolest and the best devil I ever knew," I quipped, sarcasm dripping from my words like honey from a comb.

Her response was a confused "Huh?" accompanied by a cringe. A frown etched itself onto her forehead, deepening the perplexity in her eyes.

I turned to face her, my irritation bubbling to the surface. "At least you can say that after witnessing my 'hard work.' You don't see a devil helping mortals two days in a row, ya know?" I pointed out, annoyance lacing my tone.

She shot me a flat stare, cutting through the air with a sarcasm-laden question. "Can a compliment replace the payment?"

"No, of course not. You still have to pay me. The deal has been made," I retorted swiftly, my tone firm and matter-of-fact.

Taking a deep breath, she offered a wry smile, her irritation palpable. "Then shut your mouth," she said, the words edged with impatience. Puriel's gaze remained fixed on the children, her thoughts veiled behind a mask of melancholy.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes to the side, muttering a disgruntled "Rude" under my breath. I half-expected another retort, a volley of words to keep our banter going, but surprisingly, she remained silent. Ignoring my grumbling, she fixed her gaze on the sleeping children, an air of sadness enveloping her.

I couldn't quite decipher the emotions playing across her face. Was it sorrow, regret, or something else entirely? Her expression seemed to teeter on the edge of tears, or at least that's how my overactive imagination interpreted it.

A stray thought nudged its way into my mind. An exact guess, as precise as a dart hitting the bullseye. 'Wait, does she want to have children?' I speculated, the idea taking root in my thoughts.

But reality struck me like a bolt of lightning – a realization that clashed with my momentary musings. She couldn't have children; she was the goddess of chastity. Her divine role shackled her to a life devoid of sexual experiences. It was a plight that garnered my sympathy, my imagination weaving a narrative of a goddess denied the pleasures of intimacy.

I couldn't help but view Puriel in a different light, an unexpected pang of pity tugging at my emotions. Her eternal commitment to chastity meant she would never know the bliss and complexities of engaging in sexual activity. I wondered if this unfulfilled aspect of her existence contributed to the perpetual cloud of discontent that seemed to hang over her when she was around me.

The thought lingered – was she perhaps jealous of me? Despite sharing a common ground as future leaders of distinct realms, our destinies unfolded on divergent paths. The stark contrast in our experiences, particularly in matters of pleasure and intimacy, could be a source of her seemingly perpetual bad mood when in my company.

I shot her a pitiful gaze, a mix of sympathy and bewilderment. I shook my head from side to side, contemplating the weight of her eternal commitment to chastity. 'A whole life as a virgin, untouched... That sounds like more than torture,' I pondered, my thoughts swirling in a vortex of incredulity.

The idea of such a prolonged state of celibacy struck me as unfathomable. I couldn't even begin to imagine the absence of physical intimacy, a concept so foreign to my devilish sensibilities. While some mortals might choose such a path for reasons of purification or religious devotion, my devilish mind struggled to grasp the rationale behind willingly embracing a life devoid of such pleasures. As the goddess of chastity, she bore the burden of a vow that transcended mortal limitations.

Noticing my gaze, she pivoted to face me, her expression contorting into a disapproving frown. "What's with that face? Why are you giving me that look?" she questioned, genuine confusion etched across her features.