Chapter 220. I’m A Picky Bastard
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Seven Sins System Chapter 220. I'm A Picky Bastard
With a dry smile on my lips, I gave her a flat stare of annoyance and folded my arms across my chest.
"What makes you think I'm going to ask you to hurt another?" I asked, my voice cool and detached.
She seemed to hesitate before she finally answered me, her words tumbling out in a rush. “Uh… Because you are the Lord of Wrath. All you want is to kill, right?” she replied unsurely.
As the words left her lips, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in exasperation. Mortals never failed to disappoint me with their narrow-minded assumptions about me. Yes, I was the Lord of Wrath, but that didn't mean I spent my time plotting to kill every living being that crossed my path.
I uncrossed my arms and leaned forward, fixing my piercing gaze on the girl before me. She flinched under my stare, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I wasn't surprised. Most mortals were terrified of us, and with good reason. We were creatures born of darkness, with powers beyond human comprehension.
“Where did that stupid assumption come from?" I asked her, my voice laced with a hint of amusement. "I am a devil, yes, but I will kill if I want to. I won't be wasting my time or my energy to kill irrelevant small fries."
Rachel seemed taken aback by my response, and for a moment, she looked like she didn't know what to say. But then, she gathered her courage and spoke up. "Then what do you want from me?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
Once again, I found myself letting out a long, exasperated exhale. ‘Right... she's as clueless as Claire,’ I thought in annoyance, my eyes narrowing as I regarded the trembling mortal before me.
"Since you chose your body, you have to serve me with your body," I explained, my voice low and commanding. A mischievous smirk played at the corners of my lips, the promise of pleasure and danger mingling in my gaze.
Her fear was palpable, her tears streaming down her face as she looked up at me with trembling lips. “Y-You mean you want to eat me?" she asked in a trembling voice, her words choked with fear and disbelief.
My smirk disappeared, replaced with a sudden sense of frustration and irritation. I tried to keep my composure, clenching my jaw to hold back the sharp retort that threatened to spill out. ‘Is my reputation really that bad?’ I thought in annoyance, the memory of all the mortals I had consumed in the last war weighing heavily on my mind. ‘Yeah, I think.’
Still, hearing this same fear and disbelief from mortals over and over again never failed to get under my skin. "No," I replied firmly, my voice low and steady. "I have no intention of eating you. You are safe in my presence, so long as you serve me willingly."
But despite my words, Rachel continued to sob, her regret and fear mingling in a palpable aura of despair. "I should have summoned the Lord of Lust instead..." she muttered, her voice low and regretful.
"Why Lust?" I complained, my irritation clear in my tone. "We all would simply ask the same thing if a woman paid with her body," I added, my voice dripping with frustration. I knew I was being unfair since I only picked the most beautiful ones. But then again, we, the lords of sin, were picky bastards to the core.
She raised her head and looked at me, her eyes wide and questioning. "You mean you asked me to have sex with you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I let out an exasperated sigh, rolling my eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, what else?" I replied, my impatience clear in my voice. As if that were the most obvious answer in the world.
For a moment, there was silence, and I couldn't read the expression on her face. Then, to my surprise, she spoke. "All right," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion. It was as if she had accepted her fate as if she had resigned herself to whatever I had in store for her.
At first, I was pleased with her response. After all, it meant I wouldn't have to waste any more time convincing her. But soon, I felt a strange sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach. It was too easy - far too easy - for her to agree. Especially since she didn't know who I was; Dr. Allen. Worse, I was still in my shadow form. By mortal standards, I was ugly and repulsive, yet she had agreed to sleep with me without so much as batting an eyelid.
I frowned; my mind whirring as I tried to make sense of her reaction. I had expected her to cry, freak out or even struggle against my demands. But instead, she had simply acquiesced. It was almost...unnerving.
Standing there, I stared down at her with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. I wondered what was going on in her mind. It was almost as if she had resigned herself to her fate, which was strange considering the situation she was in.
"Are you sure?" I asked again, my voice laced with suspicion. "You made everything too easy. I expected more challenges. You know, like a struggle or a scream or something."
Her head remained lowered, and her voice was barely above a whisper when she replied. "Yes... I'm sure."
I couldn't help but feel a little disconcerted by her response. It was almost as if she was hiding something from me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. Still, since she had agreed, I decided to go through with it.
But not without a little twist.
Snapping my fingers, I shifted from my shadow form to my demon lord form. The transformation was sudden and violent, like an explosion of power that consumed everything around me. I could feel my body growing, my limbs stretching and expanding until I towered over the mortal girl before me.
As my transformation was completed, I looked down at her in my terrifying true form. My six tentacles wriggled. My six demon wings were wide open, casting a shadow over everything around me. My two tails swayed, their tips leaving a trail of sparks behind them.
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