Seven Sins System Chapter 256. Painful Victory III (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 256. Painful Victory III

My heart raced, pounding in my chest. It was as if time had come to a standstill, and all I could focus on was the surreal sight before me. My former self, now transformed into a reflection of the ancient demon I had consumed. His features mirrored my own, a stark reminder of the connection between us and the darkness that coursed through our veins.

The realization struck me like a lightning bolt. I, too, was a royal incubus, just like Asmo. The revelation added another layer of complexity to my already twisted existence. It explained the camaraderie we shared, the unspoken understanding that drew us together. We were bound by our shared heritage, yet this tragic turn of events irrevocably altered the course of my life.

I couldn't help but speculate about my dad’s role in all of this. His manipulation, the deliberate concealment of my true nature, and the extent to which he had controlled the perceptions of those around me. It was clear that he had taken extraordinary measures to protect me, to shield me from the consequences of my insanity.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't hear my dad's voice calling out to me. "Azrael!" he shouted, his voice filled with urgency and concern. But I knew deep down that my former self was beyond reach, beyond the realm of comprehension. He had descended into madness, consumed by the power and darkness that now dominated his being.

Once his changes were complete. My former self stared at his hands. His tentacles moved wildly. Their darkened ends adorned with rows of razor-sharp teeth. It was a stark reminder of the depths of darkness I had descended into.

I thought it would stop there. It was the worst thing I've done in the past. But no…

"I'm hungry," he muttered, the words dripping with an insatiable craving. The hunger that consumed him was not merely physical, but a deep and insidious longing that could only be satiated by the essence of others.

Without hesitation, his tentacles thrashed wildly, seeking out their prey. I watched in horror as they snaked through the air, latching onto the seven sins lords’ lifeless bodies.

My body felt heavy as I collapsed to my knees. The sight before me was grotesque and horrifying, the tentacles of my former self ravaging the seven sins lords’ lifeless bodies. Each tentacle seemed to possess a mind of its own, greedily consuming their flesh and devouring the remnants of their demonic power. The core within my former self's chest glowed with an eerie light, evidence of the stolen energy and strength.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the macabre scene unfolding before me. It was as if I were witnessing a nightmare come to life, the culmination of all the darkness and despair that had plagued my existence. The gravity of the situation settled upon me, weighing down my spirit and shattering any hope I had left.

Beside me, my dad fought against his own physical limitations, his face contorted with a mixture of horror, fear, and anguish. Despite his missing limbs, he refused to surrender to despair, his determination pushing him forward in a desperate attempt to reach my former self.

“I’m still hungry…” My heart sank as I heard my former self mutter those chilling words, his hunger driving him to seek another source of sustenance. I followed his gaze, dread coursing through my veins, and there it was—my mother’s lifeless body, lying motionless on the ground.

Desperation overcame me, and I couldn't help but plead, though I knew it was futile. "Please... don't do it..." My voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and desperation as if my words could somehow alter the course of this tragic memory. But deep down, I understood the immutable nature of the past, the events that had shaped us and led us to this horrifying moment.

A malicious grin etched its way across my former self's lips, a twisted expression of satisfaction at the thought of consuming my mother's remains. "Food..." he muttered, his voice dripping with perverse anticipation. He readied himself to lunge toward her lifeless form, his insatiable hunger threatening to consume everything in its path.

But before he could carry out his macabre plan, my dad used his teleportation skill and materialized right in front of my former self. Despite his own weariness and injuries, my father stood tall, a beacon of defiance in the face of unimaginable darkness.

"Azrael," he called out, his voice strained with the weight of the situation. His hands trembled slightly as he raised them to his head, a sign that he was preparing to unleash a powerful spell.

I watched in awe as my dad used a high-level manipulation spell. The air crackled with raw power, swirling around him like a tempest. His eyes glowed with an intensity that matched the surge of magic coursing through his veins. It was a desperate attempt to break through the madness that had consumed my former self.

And then, as if a switch had been flipped, a change came over my former self. His eyes, once filled with madness, softened, reflecting a glimmer of recognition and remorse. The grip of insanity that had held him captive began to loosen, allowing fragments of his true self to emerge from the darkness. "Dad... I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice filled with regret and sadness. After that, he collapsed to the ground.

Dad's eyes surveyed the scene of destruction, his gaze encompassing the ruins that surrounded us. It was a stark reflection of the losses he had endured. His capital, once a thriving and prosperous city, now lay in ruins. The remnants of what was once his kingdom, a testament to the devastation that had unfolded before our eyes.

A mixture of sorrow, anger, and determination danced across his face, etching lines of anguish and resolve. His heart, shattered by grief, still beat with an unyielding spirit. He turned his gaze towards my former self, who lay collapsed before him, a broken shell of what he had once been. With clenched teeth, he raised his hand, the air around him crackling with dark and foreboding energy.

In his palm, a swirling vortex of shadows materialized, a manifestation of his unyielding will and his unwavering desire for justice. The dark force resonated with his intent, mirroring the depths of his rage and the pain that consumed him. His killing intent was palpable, a tangible force that emanated from his being.

There was no denying the conflict within him, the turmoil that raged beneath his stoic facade.

As his hand trembled, hovering above my former self, I could sense the torment within him. The weight of his decisions, the burden of his responsibilities, pressed heavily upon his shoulders.

But then, something unexpected happened. Dad slowly lowered his hand, and the dark force surrounding it began to dissipate. A mixture of relief and despair washed over his face as he spoke, his voice heavy with sorrow.

"I can't... I just can't," he sobbed, his words barely audible through the tears. "I've lost too much already. I can't bear to lose anymore."

In an act of desperate love and compassion, he reached out and cradled my former self in his hands. His touch was tender yet filled with determination.

"Azrael," he whispered, his voice choking with emotion. "You have suffered enough. It's time for you to let go of all the pain and hurt. I will help you find a new beginning, free from the burdens that have plagued you. You will be reborn as a new devil…” Once again, he touched my former self’s head and used his Manipulation skill.