Chapter 357: Stupid Devil


    Seven Sins System Chapter 357. Stupid Devil


    Puriel''s PoV


    Puriel''s head was a mess. Her thoughts were a scrambled puzzle, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn''t make sense of them. All she really knew was that she felt... dumb. Weak. It was the kind of feeling that clung to her, heavy and suffocating.


    She was a goddess, for heaven''s sake. Understanding mortals—their emotions, their messy little lives—was supposed to be her thing. Her birthright. Yet here she was, stumbling over it like a clumsy mortal herself. It pissed her off. She hated feeling this way, hated that the pride she carried as a divine being was constantly being gnawed away by this... this inadequacy.


    Worse, she couldn''t tell anyone about it. Not her mom, not her sisters, not the other angels or goddesses. Nobody. In her world, everyone expected perfection. Vulnerability? Yeah, no thanks. And as the future queen of the light realm, showing even a crack in her armor wasn''t an option. She had to keep up the act, pretend she had it all together. So she locked it all up inside, kept the smile stered on her face, and soldiered on.


    But it was eating her alive.


    Her mind kept drifting back, tracing the roots of this problem. Three hundred years ago, everything had been fine. She was at the top of her game, untouchable, wielding her powers like the badass she was. But then came the war—the big one. The war that turned everything upside down. It was a brutal, chaotic mess, with three realms tearing each other apart. And smack in the middle of it? Azrael.


    The Lord of Wrath. The thorn in her side. The absolute worst.


    They shed a lot during the war. Too much, honestly. But there was one battle—the battle—that really screwed things up for her. It was epic, a cataclysmic showdown that almost split an entire continent in half. Azrael had gone full crazy mode, letting his wrath spiral out of control. She barely held her own against him, but somehow, she survived. Battered, bruised, but still standing.She thought she''de out of it okay. Turns out, not so much.


    Something had shifted inside her after that fight. Her power—the one that let her understand mortal hearts—stopped working the way it was supposed to. Sometimes it would overload, bombarding her with way too much emotion. Other times, it just... didn''t work at all. Silence. Nothing. It was like trying to tune into a radio station and only getting static.


    And it killed her.


    Puriel stared at her wrist, her fingers brushing lightly over the skin. There was no visible mark, but she felt it—an invisible thread, pulling her toward Azrael. She didn''t know if it was fate or some cruel cosmic joke, but part of her wondered if that battle had tied them together somehow. Maybe even before that. She thought back to their childhood—back when neither of them knew who the other really was. Could it have started then? Was it possible they''d been connected all along?


    "Maybe..." she muttered, her voice barely audible. But she didn''t have an answer. Just more questions.


    She sighed and let her hand drop. Standing in the empty corridor, she felt smaller than she ever had before. Weak. Stupid. Stuck.


    How was she supposed to fix this? She couldn''t keep going like this, stumbling around in the dark. But what was she supposed to do? The thought that he—Azrael—might somehow be the answer to her problem crossed her mind. But then, almost immediately, she shut it down.


    No way. No chance. She couldn''t trust him. Letting him in, showing him her weakness? That''d be suicide. Azrael might act like an annoying idiot half the time, but he was still dangerous. He''d find a way to use it against her. If not directly, then indirectly. What if he told the other Lords of Sin? Or worse, what if he told his dad?


    "Yeah, no," she decided, shaking her head. "Not happening."


    Eventually, she made her way to the cafeteria. Her usual spot was empty—no surprise there. She sat down with a heavy sigh, pulling out the crinkly paper bag waiting for her. The daily sandwich. Of course. She already knew what was inside: nothing special. Just the standard Azrael-brandme sandwich. But hey, it was better than starving.


    As she unwrapped it, though, something felt off. The bag was heavier than usual. Curious, she dug deeper, her fingers brushing against something cold and rectangr. A small carton of milk.


    Her brows shot up in surprise, and before she could stop herself, a smile crept onto her face.


    "Stupid devil," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.


    It was such a small thing—barely worth noticing, really. But for some reason, it hit her. Azrael might be the most annoying guy in the realms, but he had his moments. His weird, random acts of kindness. She''d never admit it out loud, but they meant something. Even if he was her nemesis, even if she wanted to throttle him half the time, there was... something there. Something she couldn''t quite put into words.


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