Chapter 307. Unborn I

Seven Sins System Chapter 307. Unborn I

A dark aura enveloped my body, shrouding me in an ominous presence. It was a familiar sensation, the raw power of wrath coursing through me as I vanished to answer the mortal’s summon. Sticking out my tongue in jest, I teased Aria, knowing well that my actions would likely infuriate her further.

When I appeared before the mortal, it was not in my usual humanoid form. Instead, I manifested as a swirling black smoke, with only a pair of ominous red eyes piercing through the darkness.

It was a dimly lit public bathroom. The unmistakable noise of a passing train rumbled in the background, telling me I was somewhere in the depths of the subway system. The summoning formation, etched in blood, was meticulously drawn onto the broken bathroom mirror.

My crimson eyes scanned the scene, and it didn't take long to ascertain what had transpired. A disheveled young woman sat hunched on the bathroom floor, her appearance mirroring the chaos of her surroundings. Her clothes were tattered and muddied, her hair a tangled mess. It was hard to discern whether she wore any undergarments, given the disarray of her attire.

Bloodstains adorned her feet, the floor beneath her smeared with the evidence of her despair. Tears streamed down her face, carrying with them the weight of her frustration and sorrow. In this moment, she was the epitome of a desperate mortal, trapped in the harsh throes of life's cruelty.

It was a classic scene, a tableau of misery that had driven her to seek a power she couldn't possibly understand.

I was just about to lay out my usual terms when Aria's voice, tinged with shock, cut through the tension. She appeared in her angelic transparent form, her ethereal presence unmistakable. Her wide, bewildered eyes fixated on the disheveled girl before us.

"Oh, my goddess! What just happened?" Aria gasped, her angelic aura radiating concern.

I shot her an irritated sidelong glance, my tone dripping with displeasure. "What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, my voice kept to a low growl.

Aria's response was equally hushed and tinged with annoyance. "That should be my question!"

The threads that bound our destinies together began to shimmer once more, casting an eerie glow in the bathroom's dimly lit confines. I gritted my metaphysical teeth in frustration. 'This cursed thread is becoming a real pain,' I muttered inwardly. It became evident that our connection through the thread played a pivotal role in Aria's unexpected arrival, as she clung to me, inadvertently caught in the teleportation.

My irritation was palpable, and I didn't hesitate to express it. I shot her an intense glare, my voice laced with annoyance. "Just don't bother me. I'm about to grant a wish," I hissed at Aria, my displeasure apparent.

But Aria was determined to have her say in the matter. Her voice was resolute, even though she knew precisely what I was planning. "I won't let you," she declared, her determination evident in every word. Swiftly, she attempted to embrace the disheveled girl, seeking to intervene, but her ethereal form passed through the mortal as if she were nothing more than a ghostly specter.

Aria seemed genuinely perplexed by the turn of events. She muttered her concern, her features mirroring her confusion. "Oh no," she sighed softly, but her resolve remained unbroken. Determined, she settled beside the disheveled girl and whispered words of assurance, her angelic presence radiating serenity. "I'm the Goddess of Chastity. Tell me what you wish, young lady," she offered, her voice gentle and reassuring. Unfortunately, the girl remained oblivious to her presence, lost in her own world of despair.

I couldn't resist the opportunity to assert my dominance in this supernatural tug-of-war. With a pointed reminder, I made it clear that the girl's summoning was for me and me alone. "She didn't call you. She called me. You won't be able to take over a mortal's summoning," I stated firmly.

Switching gears, I transitioned into my devilish demeanor, clearing my throat and assuming my Lord of Wrath persona. The air in the bathroom grew heavy with tension as I made my proposition. "I'm The Lord of Wrath. A wish for a wish. Body or soul, which one will you give me?" I inquired, my voice dripping with my usual devilish allure.

The battered and bruised girl raised her head to look at me, her disheveled appearance was painfully evident. The aftermath of a brutal encounter was written all over her face, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of torment she had endured. Her beauty, though tarnished by her current state, still held a glimmer of its potential.

I awaited her response, and when it came, it was tinged with the frustration and weariness of someone who had been pushed to their limits. "Both," she muttered, her voice trembling with weakness. It was clear that she had reached a point where she was willing to do whatever it took to escape her predicament, even if it meant making a pact with the devil.

I couldn't help but smirk at her answer. "Oh, so you're going to ask me for two favors?" I remarked, a touch of amusement in my tone. It wasn't every day that a mortal summoned a devil and boldly requested not just one but two wishes.

With a nod of her head, she confirmed her intent. "Yes," she replied, her voice still bearing the weight of exhaustion and despair.

"Very well. Just say it," I said, a sense of anticipation building. The pact was about to be sealed, and the terms of our agreement would soon be set in stone. All she needed to do now was make her wishes known, and I would be bound to fulfill them, as per the age-old rules of demonic pacts.

"Please save my baby," she whispered between sobs, her voice trembling with desperation.

My initial confusion quickly transformed into a deep frown. "What baby?" I queried, unable to comprehend the situation fully.

In response, she placed her trembling hand on her battered stomach, a small but noticeable bulge beneath her tattered clothes. It was a heart-wrenching sight. As her hand rested there, a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes, mingled with an indomitable determination.

The situation became clear in an instant, and my frown deepened. I could feel it, the presence of a fragile, struggling soul within her womb. She was not just seeking her own salvation; she was begging for the life of her unborn child.

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