Chapter 308. Unborn II
Seven Sins System Chapter 308. Unborn II
Aria's response to the dire situation was immediate. The girl's trembling hand, resting on her swollen stomach, was met with Aria's own gentle, glowing palm. The soft luminescence of her touch contrasted with the dim, harsh lighting of the subway bathroom.
With an unwavering resolve, Aria overlapped her hand with the girl's and summoned her divine healing powers. The radiance from her palm intensified, bathing the small, broken figure before her in a soothing, ethereal light. It was a skill similar to mine, her healing skill. But her skill didn't have any effect.
In her desperation, Aria whispered a heartfelt plea, her voice tinged with panic and sadness. "Please, please, please work," she muttered, as if beseeching some higher force to intervene. Her brow furrowed with concentration, her eyes fixed on the girl's stomach.
Despite her fervent efforts, there was a clear sense of helplessness. Aria's healing skill, typically so effective and potent, seemed to falter in the face of this dire situation. The glow from her palm remained, but its effects were notably absent.
I couldn't help but shake my head inwardly as I observed the desperate scene playing out before me. Aria, the goddess of chastity, was demonstrating a level of naivety that, even after all these years, still managed to astound me. 'Haa... She is so stupid,' I thought, silently berating her lack of foresight.
In our world, there were rules, and there were deals. The girl had summoned me for a very specific reason, and the terms of our interaction were clear. It was a one-on-one deal, and no other celestial or entity had any jurisdiction over it unless one of us deliberately violated the pact.
With a composed sigh, I decided to take charge. My gaze shifted from the distressed Aria to the girl in front of me. She had called upon me for a reason, and now it was time for me to fulfill my part of the bargain.
"I will take that wish for your soul," I declared, my voice steady and unyielding. It was the phrase that sealed the contract between us.
I didn't hesitate to press my palm against the bloody summoning formation etched onto the bathroom mirror. In an instant, my palm made contact and sinister energy surged through me, responding to the call of my demonic powers. 'Devil's Craft.’
The dark aura shrouded the bathroom in an eerie, crimson glow. The grungy, subway restroom, marred by the filth and grime of countless commuters, underwent a dramatic transformation. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being rewritten.
In an instant, the once-squalid and dimly lit bathroom gave way to an environment that resembled a sterile operating room. However, this sterile chamber was devoid of medical equipment, save for a distinct absence of the surgical bed one would typically find in such a setting.
This remarkable transformation wasn't some mere illusion or sleight of hand. As I had grown stronger, so had my abilities, allowing me to recreate anything to a certain extent.
The room's newfound cleanliness and purity were more than just a visual alteration. Every germ, speck of dirt, and contaminant that had tainted the bathroom was methodically purged and confined to the soil beneath the floor. It was as though the room had been reset to a state of perfect sterility.
This change was not arbitrary; it was a necessity. I understood that what I was about to undertake would require a pristine environment, free from the risk of infection or contamination. The girl, with her injured and vulnerable condition, deserved nothing less.
The girl's face registered a mixture of shock, fear, and perhaps a glimmer of hope as I revealed my intentions. Time, however, wasn't on our side, and I couldn't afford to engage in lengthy explanations or reassurances.
"Lay down." With a commanding tone, I instructed her to recline, my six tentacles emerging. They were in Pride mode, a manifestation of my powers dedicated to healing and poisoning.
The girl, her body wracked with pain and her face etched with distress, obeyed my directive, settling down onto the transformed, sterile surface. She may not have understood the full scope of what was happening, but she was willing to trust in my abilities.
"Close your eyes," I commanded gently but firmly. One of the tentacles morphed, its tip now resembling a syringe.
With her eyes now sealed shut, the girl placed her trust in my abilities and the promise of salvation.
I began and ensured that she was appropriately anesthetized, the substance flowing through her system to mitigate her pain and discomfort. This was a pivotal step in the process, for her well-being and that of her unborn child depended on a painless and precise procedure.
Within her battered and wounded form, I found evidence of a heinous and cruel attack. The attacker had mercilessly targeted the life growing within her.
My hands channeled my Dark Healing. My concentration was unwavering as I delved into the delicate intricacies of her body, guiding the regenerative process. Every movement was calculated.
It was a fifty-fifty endeavor, a gamble with life and death, where hope warred with uncertainty. I was confident in my abilities to save the girl, mend her battered form, and erase the scars. However, the fate of her unborn child remained a question mark.
Beside me, Aria stood in stunned silence. Her wide, angelic eyes were fixated on the battered girl, and a profound sense of shock and disbelief emanated from her.
"Why would anyone do this to her? Why would someone be so cruel?" Her voice quivered, broken like a malfunctioning radio. Tears streamed down her face, reflecting the anguish she felt at the girl's suffering.
I couldn't help but scoff at Aria's reaction, though my own expression remained stoic. "Is this your first time witnessing something like this?" I taunted, my voice laced with biting sarcasm. "Perhaps you goddess only gaze upon the mortal realm's beauty, shielded from its darker truths," I added mockingly.
For devils like me, requests filled with frustration, despair, and depression were all too common. We had grown accustomed to the bleak and twisted facets of humanity, having witnessed countless mortals who had lost all hope. Over time, we had become desensitized to the darkness that often shrouded the mortal world.
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