Chapter 336. Untouched

Seven Sins System Chapter 336. Untouched

The transformation was quick. Unlike the dire situation with Julia, these kids weren’t on death’s doorstep. They were just worn down, exhausted, and malnourished. My healing powers worked fast, mending cuts, soothing bruises, and easing the damage caused by their long-term abuse.

Color slowly returned to their faces, and the signs of their suffering began to fade. The dark energy from my tentacles pulsed through them, restoring their frail bodies, bringing them back from the brink. Watching them recover, going from vulnerability to a slow, steady healing, was something else.

"All done," I said with a smirk as my tentacles retracted and disappeared. Lately, healing mortals had become a regular gig for me, especially after I picked up the job as a combat doctor.

Not that I was thrilled about it—devils aren’t exactly known for their compassion. But hey, the mortal medical knowledge I picked up? It’s come in handy more times than I’d like to admit. Sometimes being a devil means I has to expand my skill set.

Honestly, it was weird how naturally I slipped into the role of a healer. Things that used to confuse me now felt like second nature. Who would've thought playing doctor for humans could be this enlightening? Still, this whole combat doc thing wasn’t my first choice. I’d much rather be indulging in the sinful pleasures that come with being a devil.

I glanced at the two kids now fast asleep on the bed, their faces peaceful. It was my tentacles that had moved them, gently. Now all that was left was to wait for my last tentacle to return with the ingredients we needed.

Despite the successful healing, Puriel wasn’t reacting how I expected. There was no praise, no usual commentary. She just stood there, her eyes lingering on the kids, her expression sad.

“Good job, Azrael,” I said to myself, dripping with sarcasm. “You’re the coolest and the best devil ever.”

Puriel blinked, looking at me like I’d grown an extra head. "Huh?" Her frown deepened, clearly confused.

I turned to her, feeling my irritation rising. "At least you could acknowledge my hard work," I snapped. "It's not every day you see a devil helping mortals, especially two days in a row."

Her expression didn’t change, but her sarcasm hit back just as hard. "Can a compliment replace the payment?"

I snorted. "No, of course not. You still owe me. A deal’s a deal."

She sighed, clearly done with my attitude. "Then shut your mouth," she said, her voice laced with impatience. Her focus went back to the kids, her thoughts far away, wrapped in sadness.

I rolled my eyes. "Rude," I muttered under my breath, half-expecting her to snap back. But she didn’t. She stayed quiet, staring at the sleeping kids like they held the answer to whatever was going on in her head.

I couldn’t figure out what was bothering her. Sorrow? Regret? Maybe something else entirely. Her face was hard to read, but there was something deep there, something that looked close to tears. Or maybe that was just my overactive imagination.

Then it hit me, like a sudden realization. Did she want kids? The thought planted itself in my mind, feeling oddly right.

But then reality came crashing in. Puriel couldn’t have kids. She was the goddess of chastity, bound by a divine role that kept her from any kind of sexual experience.

A weird unexpected sympathy washed over me as I thought about it. Her existence was locked in eternal chastity, never knowing the pleasures most beings took for granted. It was hard not to feel a little sorry for her.

Maybe that was why she was always in a mood around me. After all, despite our status as future leaders of our respective realms, our paths couldn’t be more different. I indulged in the pleasures of the flesh whenever I wanted, while she was forever denied that part of life. I wondered if that played a part in her irritation when she was around me.

I gave her a pitiful look, shaking my head. 'A life of eternal virginity… that sounds like torture,' I thought to myself, incredulous.

The idea of celibacy, especially for so long, was unimaginable to me. Sure, some mortals choose that path for religious or personal reasons, but as a devil, it was a foreign concept. Why would anyone willingly deny themselves such pleasure? And as the goddess of chastity, she didn’t have a choice. Her vow was ironclad, something that went beyond mortal limitations.

She must’ve felt me staring because she suddenly turned to me, frowning. "What’s with that face? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Caught off guard, I quickly wiped the pity off my face. "Nothing," I replied, but the thought of her eternal, self-imposed isolation from something so basic stayed with me.

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