Seven Sins System

Seven Sins System Chapter 309. Unborn III

"We don't!" Aria retorted with unwavering conviction. Her gaze bore into me, and her eyes were filled with an earnest intensity. "We angels witness our fair share of heart-wrenching moments too," she continued, her voice firm. "Mortals often find themselves teetering on the brink of despair, their only lifeline being the faith they place in us. They pray fervently, they fast, and they shed tears of anguish," she passionately defended her perspective.

I remained focused on my task, my tentacles moving as I continued to operate on the injured girl. The nature of my abilities ensured that there was no visible blood, but I administered anesthesia to spare her from the excruciating pain she would have otherwise endured.

"If a mortal hasn't reached the point where they're willing to sacrifice even the most fundamental aspects of their being, it means there's still a glimmer of hope within them," I responded calmly, still not turning to face Aria. My words conveyed that she hadn't yet witnessed the darkest depths of mortal suffering, an aspect of life that I, as a devil, had become all too familiar with.

Aria sat there, her face contorted with a mix of sorrow and frustration. "But then... Why didn't she come to me? Why didn't she seek help from the goddesses? Why do mortals in despair turn to devils?" she questioned, her voice heavy with sadness and confusion.

I let out a dry chuckle, tinged with bitterness. "Because summoning you takes an excruciatingly long month as payment, while us devils, well, we simply require a few drops of blood," I retorted, my tone dripping with cynicism. The harsh reality of our situation dripped from my words like venom. It was a painful truth, and my voice carried a mocking undertone.

My words hit home, causing Aria to bow her head in dejection. The contrast in accessibility between our two kinds was a brutal reminder of the desperate circumstances that often led mortals to seek the dark aid of devils.

I couldn't help but smirk at Aria's response, my devilish nature reveling in her discomfort. "Well, you see," I began, my voice dripping with faux sincerity, "we, the devils, are all about making sure mortals really, really want their wishes granted. It's like a test of their resolve and their desperation."

Mortals often had to think long and hard before summoning us and making their requests due to the weighty price attached. After all, devils were known for their sinister reputation. However, the silver lining for them was that we rarely declined their wishes, be it wealth, power, or even dealing with certain nuisances. As for our willingness to carry out acts of violence, well, that wasn't an issue either, although we certainly didn't get our hands dirty.

The prospect of receiving either the mortal's body or soul as payment was undeniably enticing to us, but it was clear that Aria viewed it through a different lens. She seemed genuinely troubled by the exchange.

Aria's eyes held a mixture of confusion and disapproval, clearly struggling to comprehend the devil's twisted logic.

"When a mortal goes through all that trouble to summon one of us, they tend to be quite adamant about their requests. And when it comes to payment, we don't take it lightly. It's a matter of balancing the scales, you know? Equal exchange and all that,” I explained the intricacies of devilish philosophy.

Aria sighed in exasperation. "But it's too much... It's just too much," she muttered, her voice laced with sadness as she shook her head. She was taking this whole thing far more seriously than I was, as was typical for a goddess.

I chuckled darkly. "Well, not everyone can be as compassionate as you. The world isn't always a kind place, and sometimes desperate souls turn to the darkness, where we, devils, thrive."

Aria's face showed her inner turmoil, torn between her natural inclination to help and the grim realities of mortal existence. She glanced back at the injured girl, her heart heavy with sympathy. "Still.. it's not fair."

I couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh in response to Aria's frustration. "Now shut your mouth. I need every ounce of focus to save her," I snapped back, my annoyance evident in my tone.

Aria stepped closer, her plea carrying a genuine desperation. "Azrael... Please, there must be something I can do for her. Anything," she implored, her eyes pleading with me.

I stole a quick glance at her and was taken aback by the sincerity etched across her face. I realized, in that fleeting moment, just how earnest she was. Such desperation was an exceedingly rare sight where Aria was concerned. The last time I had seen her so utterly frustrated was during that war three hundred years ago.

In that long-past conflict, I had accidentally stumbled upon her crying over the ruins of a burned farmer's house. It had been a result of my troops ruthlessly attacking a village and reducing everything to ashes, sparing nothing. I distinctly remembered her repeating someone's name as she fell to her knees in despair. It was a sight I had found strangely pleasing at the time, so much so that I had let an opportunity to end her life pass by. It was a shame, but witnessing her frustration had always been a rare spectacle, one that my devilish instincts found more satisfying than outright ending her existence.

Once more, my attention was drawn back to the girl. "That ‘thing’ between her legs. Bring it here," I instructed tersely. My two hands and six tentacles were deeply engrossed in the delicate operation, working to mend both the soon-to-be mother and her unborn child.

"Alright," she replied as she obediently complied with my unusual request.

However, as she began to lift the object in question, a gasp of astonishment escaped her lips, and she nearly dropped it in shock.

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