Chapter 376. Strange Sounds

Seven Sins System Chapter 376. Strange Sounds

Closing my eyes, I tried to shut out the hunger pangs. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, the image persisted—a lavish feast spread out before me. In my mind's eye, I could almost taste the succulent meats and rich wines, could almost feel the warmth of the hearth and the soft cushions of my throne. But this was not my realm.

‘Damn,’ I thought to myself. ‘How long has it been since I ate that...’ I thought, trying to dredge up memories of the last time I sat down to a proper meal in my own palace. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Was it five months? Six?

I couldn't help but feel the longing for the lavish dinners and decadent banquets that were once a regular occurrence in my realm. Back then, even for me, indulging in fine dining was a rare treat amidst the chaos of my responsibilities. But now, trapped in this cell, the memory of those feasts felt like a cruel joke.

It was frustrating, and more than a little sad, to think about how much I missed those moments of luxury. A devil who seemingly had everything, yet bound by duty and obligation.

But then, buried deep within the recesses of my mind, a nagging thought crept in—the reason why I kept myself so busy, why I threw myself into my work with such reckless abandon. It was a defense mechanism, a way to stave off the darkness that lurked within me, threatening to consume me whole.

In the silence, I could almost hear the echoes of my past, the whispered temptations and the savage desires that once drove me to madness. I shuddered at the memory, the taste of regret bitter on my tongue. No, I couldn't afford to let my guard down, couldn't risk succumbing to the darkness once more.

I let out a long, heavy breath as memories of my past deeds flooded my mind. The image of the late lord of sins' lifeless body being torn into by my tentacles’ mouths. It was a gruesome sight—one that still haunted me. I could vividly recall the horror etched on my father's face as he witnessed my descent into madness.

‘Yeah, that's why Dad chose to make peace with the light realm,’ I thought to myself, ‘rather than risk me slipping back into that darkness.’

The thought weighed heavily on me. I knew that if I allowed myself to sink too deep, there might be no coming back.

But in my quest to suppress the madness within me, I had become something else entirely. Cold. Egoistic. It was a label I had grown accustomed to, one that seemed to follow me wherever I went. And perhaps, in some ways, it was true.

Yet, it wasn't as if I had a choice in the matter. Suppressing the madness meant suppressing all the deep emotions that threatened to consume me. It was a necessary sacrifice.

But even as I embraced my reputation as a heartless devil, I couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the depths of my mind.

I forced myself to push the emotions aside, to bury them. As the lord of wrath, I was all too familiar with the destructive power of anger. But even as I wielded that power, I knew that I had to keep it in check. I couldn't afford to let my anger consume me.

It was a frustrating paradox, to be the embodiment of rage and yet forced to suppress it to a mere whisper. But it was a necessary sacrifice, one that I made willingly in order to maintain control over my own mind.

‘Ha,’ I scoffed internally. ‘I should stop thinking like that. You are a devil, Azrael,’ I muttered to myself. I hated it when my mind threw a party without my consent.

Slowly, I pried open my heavy eyelids, the darkness of the cell enveloping me once more. Hunger gnawed at my insides. ‘Ugh,’ I grumbled to myself.

With a resigned sigh, I considered my options. Going out to find food was risky, especially since my wallet was stolen by those pesky mortals. Stealing seemed like a viable solution, but I doubted Puriel would be keen on letting me out while she remained confined.

I glanced over at Puriel, noting the skeletal figure beside her with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. ‘Should I eat that?’ I mused. A prince of darkness reduced to contemplating dining on bones—it was a pitiful thought.

But just as I resigned myself to my hunger, a strange sound reached my ears.

- Crutch---Crutches.

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