Seven Sins System Chapter 584. I Feel Attacked

Seven Sins System Chapter 584. I Feel Attacked

I didn’t care what a bunch of mortals thought about devils. Their faith didn’t affect me. Their judgment didn’t mean shit.

So why was I so pissed?

Maybe because this entire place felt off.

Maybe because something wasn’t right, and this sermon was just a distraction from whatever the real problem was.

I took a slow breath, forcing my focus back to the room.

The priest was still going, his voice filling the cathedral with righteous fury.

Blah blah, devils are evil. Blah blah, purity is the only salvation. Blah blah, sin leads to eternal damnation.

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

But my instincts were screaming now.

I exhaled, leaning in slightly. “Puriel.”

She turned her head.

I kept my voice low, controlled. “Look beyond the faith. Feel the energy.”

She frowned but did as I said, closing her eyes, tuning into the divine magic around us.

A second passed.

Then another.

Her eyes snapped open.

And for the first time tonight, I saw genuine alarm in her gaze.

Yeah.

I wasn’t imagining it.

Something else was here.

I could feel it now, clear as day beneath the holy aura saturating the temple. It was subtle, hidden expertly behind layers of prayer and faith—an energy humming quietly beneath the chanting. And by the look on Puriel’s face, she felt it too.

She leaned toward me slightly, voice lowered to a whisper. “Angel… it’s angelic energy.”

I gave her a sideways glance, my voice barely above a breath. “Yeah, kinda figured.”

Puriel shook her head subtly. “No, I mean it’s angelic energy, directly. Not just divine. Real angelic magic.”

That got my attention. I shifted slightly in the uncomfortable pew, eyes narrowing as I glanced back toward the priest. The guy was still going strong, arms raised dramatically, spouting off verses from their holy texts, passionately warning the gathered crowd about the evils of sin.

“How the hell would mortals get their hands on real angel magic?” I whispered back, suspicion dripping from my voice. "Last I checked, that shit’s off-limits to humans."

She pressed her lips into a thin line, golden eyes tense. “Someone’s helping them.”

I leaned closer, voice barely audible. “Helping them? You think we’ve got rogue angels now?”

“Possibly,” she murmured, her brows knitting together as she cast another subtle glance around the grand cathedral. "It might explain the purity of this energy. It’s far stronger than mere prayer would produce."

I gave her a sharp look. "So what’s your guess—some angel got bored of heavenly bureaucracy and started funneling power to these mortals?”

Her expression darkened. “I don’t know.”

I resisted the urge to sigh out loud. “Great. Just fucking great.”

She glanced around again, clearly uncomfortable. “We should investigate further. Quietly.”

I nodded slowly, mind already calculating how to get to the bottom of this mess. “Do you think they’re turning angelic energy into something tangible? Something like those crystals?”

“Probably.” She frowned thoughtfully, chewing her lip. “It would explain why the holy energy here is so concentrated. Crystals like that don’t form naturally.”

I grinned slightly. "Nice. Then we should make our move."

I started to rise, ready to go straight to wherever the energy felt strongest, but Puriel quickly caught my hand. Her fingers curled tight, pulling me back down. I glanced at her sharply, irritated.

“No,” she whispered fiercely. “There's too many people here.”

I shot her a flat look. “Yeah, I know. But we can just erase their memory. Or better yet, just teleport straight to the source. You can feel where it is, right?”

She tightened her grip, eyes flashing in a rare show of stubbornness. “Azrael, please. At least spare the innocent. They’re being manipulated. They don’t even know what's happening.”

I sighed impatiently, rolling my eyes. “Fine. We’ll leave the sheep alone.”

Puriel's grip loosened slightly, relief flickering across her face. “We just need to strike at the problem itself.”

I huffed irritably. “Right. But if someone tries preaching at me again, I swear—”

She rolled her eyes. “Just behave.”

I leaned back, glancing around as the prayer continued to drone on. It was an unending loop of divine hymns and praises, the kind of stuff that made my skin crawl—not because it hurt, but because it was just so damn... grating.

“So,” I said quietly, tilting my head toward her. “Are we going or not?”

“Just after this, okay?” she replied, keeping her voice low. “Wait until they all leave. We can’t risk drawing attention right now.”

I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fine.”

But as the minutes stretched on, my patience wore thinner and thinner. The priest up front was still going strong, and the worshippers were showing no sign of wrapping it up. Finally, my frustration boiled over, and I stood up abruptly, drawing a few curious glances from the nearby worshippers.

Puriel grabbed my wrist, her grip firm but cautious. “Where are you going?”

I flashed her a wicked smirk. “I want to pee. Wanna see my dick?”

Her cheeks flushed immediately. “Azrael—!”

I didn’t wait for her answer, slipping out from the pew and moving swiftly toward the rear of the cathedral. I could feel eyes tracking me, curious gazes flickering briefly before returning obediently to the sermon.

My senses were fully alert now. The air felt thick with incense, heavy and cloying, the sweet scent almost nauseating. The soft murmuring of the priest’s continued prayers echoed behind me.

It was a relief to slip out into the back corridor, stepping away from the oppressive purity. The moment I was clear of prying eyes, I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck.

“Goddamn, that place makes my skin crawl,” I muttered.

The hallway behind the main hall was quiet, dimly lit by faintly glowing runes embedded in the walls. The heavy scent of incense still lingered, mixing strangely with the cold, stone-like taste of aged marble on my tongue. I took a deep breath, focusing on the energy again.