Seven Sins System Chapter 593. Legal Gray Area

Seven Sins System Chapter 593. Legal Gray Area

I let my tentacles lash out from my back with a crackle of shadow. They slithered under his body and lifted him easily like a limp sack of holy breadsticks.

And then, with my best devilish grin, I whispered, “Blood Curse.”

[Skill Activated: Blood Curse]

[Target: Human (High Faith Tier) – Status: Unconscious]

[Forcing synchronization…]

[Warning: Morality threshold breached – Do you wish to proceed?]

“Yes.”

The runes burned red in my vision as the curse activated. His veins darkened instantly, glowing faint crimson beneath his pale skin. His eyes snapped open—not fully conscious, not quite awake—but the curse puppeteered him, forcing him into a state of partial awareness.

He gasped like someone drowning in air, his limbs twitching against the will of the curse.

“There we go,” I said, gently lowering his body into a kneeling position. “Not awake, but awake enough.”

His head lolled slightly, eyes flickering with holy magic trying to resist. But my curse held.

“Time to see what a faithful servant of chastity can do with a cosmic fusion bomb.”

I grinned to myself as I slung the limp priest over my shoulder like a particularly righteous sack of potatoes and teleported back into the chamber below.

[Skill Activated: Teleportation]

With a soft pop of spatial magic, we reappeared back in the ancient sanctum where the pale-gold crystal still floated like some smug divine disco ball.

Puriel’s brows immediately furrowed when she saw me step through the portal with the priest draped over me like a prize. Her arms crossed, her eyes narrowing into that patented disappointed divine look. I’d seen it a hundred times, but somehow it never lost its sting.

“I got a volunteer,” I said cheerfully, plopping the priest gently--- “Gently” --- onto the cold stone floor with a little thud.

She shot me a look like I’d just slapped a puppy in front of a school bus.

“What did you do to him?” she asked sharply, stepping closer.

Instead of checking the crystal, which was kind of the big unknown potential-doomsday item in the middle of the room, she was glaring at me.

“He looks like his soul is being siphoned out of his nose.”

“Relax,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “I just borrowed him. Blood Curse. Nothing permanent. I’ll let go after this. Promise.”

Her glare deepened. “You cursed a priest?!”

“Technically,” I said, holding up a finger, “he was unconscious and therefore not really a priest at the time. So morally, we’re in a kind of legal gray area.”

“Azrael—”

“Look,” I said, cutting her off before she could hit me with the angelic morality lecture, “do you want to know if a mortal can touch the crystal or not?”

She paused. Damn it, that was a yes face. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was just as curious as I was. Maybe more.

“I hate this,” she muttered under her breath.

“But you’re letting me do it,” I sang back, crouching next to the priest and giving his cheek a gentle pat. “Alright, Father Sleepy. Time to be useful.”

The curse was still active, so I snapped my fingers.

The priest’s body jolted upright like a puppet on invisible strings, his head lolling slightly. His eyes flickered with faint light, but there was no conscious awareness there—just enough awareness to move.

I stood up and pointed dramatically at the glowing crystal. “March, my holy meat puppet.”

“Azrael!” Puriel snapped.

I ignored her.

The priest took slow, halting steps toward the crystal, his robes dragging slightly behind him. The silence in the room was so thick I could feel it press against my skin. The tension was real. Even Puriel, judgment and all, didn’t interrupt again.

He was halfway there. The crystal started to pulse. A faint hum rose in the chamber. A weird golden light gathered under the priest’s feet.

“He’s doing it,” I whispered. “He’s actually doing it.”

Puriel didn’t say a word, but I could see the hope in her eyes.

Three steps away.

Two steps.

One—

-BOOM!

The crystal pulsed once. Just once. But that was all it needed. The force it unleashed made the air implode. A concussive wave shot out from the pedestal and launched the priest across the room like he was a poorly thrown plushie.

His body spun through the air and would’ve splattered against the wall like a bug on a windshield—

If not for Puriel.

She threw up a golden barrier so fast it cracked the ground beneath her. The priest hit it hard, bounced, and slid down to the floor with a groan before passing out again like a worn-out hamster.

I just blinked, dusting the fallout from my clothes.

“…Okay, that was not expected.”

Puriel turned to glare at me. Not just annoyed. Not even angry.

Disappointed. The worst kind.

Her expression clearly said ‘Why didn’t you protect him, you useless gremlin?’

I raised my hands. “Hey, hey. Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t throw him. The crystal threw him!”

“You’re the one who cursed him and made him walk to it,” she hissed.

“I was doing SCIENCE!”

“That was a person!”

“That was a hypothesis!”

She groaned, knelt beside the unconscious priest, and healed the worst of the impact with a warm glow from her palm. “You’re lucky he’s still alive.”

“You’re lucky I’m still alive,” I muttered, glancing back at the crystal, which had calmed again like it hadn’t just committed first-degree holy assault.

Puriel stood up again, brushing stone dust off her sleeves. “It confirms what we feared. Not even a mortal can touch it.”

“Okay, yes. But we also learned that it doesn’t discriminate based on power. Everyone gets the divine slap.”

“That’s not a good thing.”

“I didn’t say it was,” I replied. “But it means we’re missing something. It’s not about who’s strong enough, or pure enough, or sinful enough. It’s about something else.”

She looked at the crystal, thoughtful now instead of angry.

“…Maybe it’s not looking for a type of being,” she said slowly. “Maybe it’s looking for an intention.”

I tilted my head. “Like a vibe check?”

She gave me a flat look.

“I’m serious,” I said, pointing at the crystal. “What if it doesn’t care if you’re mortal, angel, or devil? What if it’s reacting to what you’re doing—not who you are?”

Her eyes lit up slightly.

I grinned. “Oh damn. Did I just accidentally say something smart?”

“I’m as surprised as you are.”

“Well, I’m not that surprised. I know I’m smart.”