Seven Sins System Chapter 544. You Sound Like Mortals

Seven Sins System Chapter 544. You Sound Like Mortals

"Flattery won’t get you anywhere," I said dryly. "Why are you really here, Naamah?"

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Can’t a lady simply enjoy the company of old friends?"

"No," Luci said flatly. "Not when the lady in question is you."

Naamah laughed, the sound was rich and melodic. "Fine, if you must know, I’m curious about Asmo’s ‘main event.’ I heard it’s going to be… unforgettable."

"So, you don’t know what it is either?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Not yet," she admitted, her smile never faltering. "But I intend to find out."

Luci sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Of course you do. Another day, another scheme."

Naamah ignored him, turning her attention back to me. "And you, Azrael? Any ideas? You’ve always been better at reading Asmo’s intentions."

I thought about it for a moment, my mind sifting through the possibilities. Asmo was many things—chaotic, extravagant, and infuriatingly unpredictable—but he wasn’t careless. If he’d gone to such lengths to keep the main event a secret, it had to be something big.

"No idea," I said finally. "But whatever it is, it’ll be ridiculous, over-the-top, and probably dangerous."

Naamah’s smile widened. "Exactly why I’m so intrigued."

Of course, she was intrigued. This was Naamah we were talking about—curiosity wrapped in a golden, smug package. She lingered a little longer, her eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous glint that always made me wary.

"So, Azrael," she said, her tone sweet yet laced with arrogance. "Tell me, what’s your real opinion about what went down in the grand court earlier?"

I frowned, sitting up slightly in my massage chair. "Didn’t I already give my opinion back there? You were there too. You’re part of Ars Goetia."

Naamah gave a light, airy laugh, like I had said something adorably naive. "Oh, I was there," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I heard everything you said, every scolding word aimed at those three fools. But I’m not asking for your formal court response." She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to something more conspiratorial. "I’m asking for what you really think. You know, off the record."

Luci, still lounging like the Lord of Pride he was, gave her an unimpressed look. "What else is there to say? It was a typical lust triangle, and they dragged it into the court. Honestly, it’s beneath us." He swirled his wine lazily, clearly bored with the topic already.

"Not everyone sees it that way," I said, leaning forward. "Berith thought it was a serious issue. He’s not exactly the type to share."

"Ugh," Luci grunted, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Here we go again—Azrael, the lord of possessiveness, giving his grand speech about ownership and loyalty." He sipped his wine casually, like he hadn’t just thrown shade in my direction.

I shot him a glare but decided to let it slide. Instead, I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes as I exhaled slowly. "Whatever," I muttered. "I prefer what belongs to me to stay that way. I hate it when someone else touches what’s mine."

Luci scoffed, the sound sharp and mocking. "Ugh. You sound like a mortal."

That did it. My eyes snapped open, and before I even realized what I was doing, my three wrath tentacles shot up from behind me as they lashed toward him.

Luci, of course, was ready. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. Instead, his wings shimmered as they transformed into gleaming, diamond-like blades, poised to counter my attack. Despite his relaxed posture, I knew he wasn’t taking this lightly. We might bicker and trade insults constantly, but we both knew better than to underestimate each other.

For a tense moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. The onlookers fell silent, their gazes locked on us as they waited to see if this would escalate into something truly destructive. Even Naamah raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

"Watch your mouth," I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. I wasn’t playing around—comparing me to mortals was an insult, and Luci knew it.

Luci, ever the smug bastard, gave me a lazy grin. "I guess the title Lord of Wrath really suits you, huh?"

“I will take that as a compliment.” I clenched my jaw. But I forced myself to take a deep breath, letting the anger simmer down to something manageable. It wouldn’t turn into a full-blown fight here, not when Asmo’s "main event" was just around the corner.

But then, just as quickly as it had started, we both pulled back. My tentacles receded, and Luci’s wings shifted back into their usual elegant form. No blows were exchanged.

Naamah, clearly enjoying the show, clapped her hands softly. "Oh, that was delightful. You two are always so entertaining."

"Glad we could amuse you," I said dryly, shooting her a look.

"You know, Azrael," Naamah continued, her tone thoughtful, "you really do have a point. Not all devils like to share. But not everyone can afford to be possessive, either. In our world, alliances are often built on… how should I put it… shared interests."

"Shared interests," I repeated, my tone cold. "That’s one way of justifying betrayal."

"Not betrayal," she said, her smile turning sharper. "Flexibility. There’s a difference."

"Call it whatever you want," I said, leaning forward again. "But if someone tries to take what’s mine, they’ll find out exactly how inflexible I can be."

Luci sighed dramatically, clearly bored of the whole conversation. "And there he goes again. The prince of this dark realm, the champion of exclusivity and eternal grudges."

I gave him a flat look. "Better that than prancing around at your boring parties, pretending anyone cares about your endless opera nights."

"Oh, they care," Luci said with a smirk, swirling his wine lazily. "They care deeply. They just have better manners than to duel in the middle of the dance floor."

I shot him a look, already tired of his smug attitude. "Not everyone solves their problems with passive-aggressive snark and a glass of overpriced wine."