Chapter 380. Strange Possessiveness

Seven Sins System Chapter 380. Strange Possessiveness

“Great,” I said in a nonchalant tone.

The waiter returned to our table with a friendly smile, ready to take our orders. I glanced down at the menu once more.

"I'll have the grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of water, please," I said, flashing the waiter a smile.

Beside me, Puriel pondered her options. “Salad and water.”

I couldn't help but furrow my brow at her choice.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

I hesitated for a moment, grappling with the urge to voice my frustration. "I just don't understand why you would choose a salad," I admitted, my tone tinged with exasperation. "We're at a diner, for crying out loud. There are so many better options."

Puriel met my gaze with a patient smile, her eyes soft with understanding. "I know, but whole foods make you feel better," she explained gently. "And besides, I enjoy salads."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her response. "You're so picky," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief.

But as I watched Puriel's expression soften with empathy, I realized that arguing with her would only lead to further tension. With a resigned sigh, I turned back to the waiter.

"That's all for us," I said curtly, dismissing the waiter with a wave of my hand.

With a nod of understanding, the waiter excused himself and left our table.

"Thank you for treating me to dinner," Puriel's sudden words caught me off guard, prompting me to turn towards her. A faint blush colored her cheeks. It was a look she reserved for Dr. Allen, not the devil she knew as Azrael.

For a moment, my mind seemed to play tricks on me. Memories of our childhood flooded my thoughts—the days when she was still Riri and I was simply El. I could almost hear her laughter echoing through the forest, and feel the warmth of her smile as we played together in the sunlight. It was a simpler time, a time before our responsibilities and our destinies bore down on us.

But as quickly as the memories came, they vanished.

I didn't respond to Puriel's gratitude, instead opting to lean my elbow on the table and prop my chin in my hand. I turned my gaze towards the window, pretending to search for something outside—a distraction.

A frown creased my forehead. It was like my brain had turned into a jumbled knot of confusion, and I couldn't make heads or tails of what I was feeling.

I had never touched her in any intimate way, never slept with her, and definitely never had sex with her. So why the heck was this weird possessiveness stirring up inside me? It didn't make any sense.

I tried to clear away the fog of uncertainty that clouded my mind. This wasn't like me at all. I had been possessive before—usually after I had claimed a woman as mine. But Puriel? She wasn't mine. Not in that way, at least.

Okay, okay, correction—technically, she kinda belonged to me in a fate-bound sort of way. But that wasn't because of anything I'd done. It was just the stupid thread of fate weaving its way through our lives, forcing us together whether we liked it or not. All we ever did was fight and try to kill each other. So why on earth was I feeling this strange surge of possessiveness now?

I sighed a silent breath. Maybe it was just the stress getting to me. Or maybe I was just losing my mind. Either way, I needed to get a grip and figure out what the heck was going on before I drove myself crazy.

‘This irrational feeling... I don't like it,’ I thought to myself, my brow furrowing in frustration. It was like trying to untangle a knot with my bare hands—impossible and infuriating all at once.

Sometimes, I couldn't help but wish that certain memories would just fade away. Like my relationship with Puriel in the past, for example. If I hadn't known that she and I had once been good friends, maybe I wouldn't be grappling with this dilemma now.

But as much as I tried to push those memories aside, they lingered.

It was a feeling I wasn't used to—a departure from my usual self-assured demeanor. I never chased after women, never went out of my way to do nice things to impress them. I knew my natural charm as a devil and my status as the prince of darkness were enough to attract all the attention I wanted.

But then there was Ravenna, my first succubus. She was different. The moment I laid eyes on her, something inside me shifted. It was like a switch had been flipped, awakening a possessiveness within me that I had never experienced before. I wanted her to belong to me and me alone. It was a feeling that tasted both bitter and sweet.

I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that gnawed at me from within. It was like a little voice in the back of my mind, whispering doubts and insecurities that I didn't want to acknowledge. But no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it lingered like a stubborn shadow.

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