Seven Sins System Chapter 295. Past And Present (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 295. Past And Present 

Azrael’s PoV

I stared at the glowing thread wrapped around my wrist, my heart pounding as realization washed over me. "Thread of fate…" I muttered under my breath, the words a mix of wonder and uncertainty. My Analyze skill had given me a glimpse into the nature of this thread, revealing more than just its ethereal glow.

The description on my system was, this thread was a manifestation of an encounter that had taken place ages ago, an encounter that had left a lasting impression on the couple it bound. It was a connection forged in the depths of history, a bond that defied the passage of time. And in this case, the description hinted at the special thread being linked to an immortal like me, while the other end of the thread belonged to another immortal. There was only one person that could refer to: Aria.

I closed my eyes, letting the weight of this revelation settle in. Aria and I, our fates were intertwined for reasons that stretched back centuries. The thought was both exhilarating and daunting.

As my mind churned with thoughts, a memory floated to the surface—a memory from an age long past. "Will you be my friend forever?" I had asked her back then, my voice laced with genuine curiosity. I remembered how she had looked at me with those bright eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she nodded and said yes.

Forever, a word that held more weight than she had realized. It was the term we used to create a contract with a devil like me, an eternal bond that transcended lifetimes. It was a binding agreement, a pact sealed in loyalty. And now, as I looked at the thread that connected, it all made sense.

Aria, or perhaps the person she had been in the past—Riri—had agreed to be my friend forever. It was this very promise, this pact, that had triggered the manifestation of this thread of fate. The encounter had left an indelible mark on us, one that resonated across time and space.

All those thoughts swirling in my head were just conjecture, mere analysis on my part since I lacked the concrete truth. I couldn't afford to be careless with this information, not when the stakes were so high. I glanced at the glowing thread around my wrist, my mind still whirring with possibilities and uncertainties. "This is very ironic…" I mumbled to myself, my voice tinged with a mixture of bemusement and irony.

As I watched, the thread seemed to fade, its luminous presence dimming as if it were slipping away. But I knew better than to think it was truly gone. The thread of fate was not something that could be so easily severed or discarded. It was merely hidden, obscured from sight but still very much a part of the intricate tapestry that governed our lives.

What I did know for sure was that the notion of Aria and me, who were usually locked in a dance of rivalry and conflict, being connected by this thread felt bizarrely fitting. Fate had a strange sense of humor, weaving together two people who were seemingly at odds into a connection that defied expectation.

With a resigned chuckle, I shook my head. "Oh well, better to think about it another time," I muttered to myself, realizing that my mind was too tired to unravel the complexities of our intertwined destinies right now. Tomorrow was a new day, and perhaps then I could consider the implications of this more thoroughly. Maybe I could find a way to work together with Aria, and channel this unexpected connection into something productive—like tackling the mission at hand.

I yawned, ready to put these thoughts aside and drift off into sleep. Just as I was about to let myself relax, the room seemed to shift. Aria materialized before me, her presence rushed and slightly breathless. My heart skipped a beat and I was surprised.

"Aria?" I blurted out, sitting up in bed. My mind raced to find an explanation for her sudden appearance. Has something happened? Or was it related to the threads of fate we had just discovered?

I pushed aside the covers, my feet landing on the floor as I moved closer to her. "Is everything alright?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of worry and curiosity.

But, she pushed me, her touch electrifying my skin. Startled, I stumbled back a step, my gaze fixed on her as she turned away, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush. The combination of her unexpected arrival and the touch left me momentarily speechless.

"Why are you naked?" Her voice, tinged with embarrassment, sliced through the silence like a blade. I blinked, my eyes trailing down to my bare skin. Oh, right. I had gotten comfortable and hadn't bothered with clothes when I'd decided to call it a night.

I chuckled awkwardly. "Because I want to sleep and I'm too lazy to wear my clothes," I admitted. Well, this was certainly an interesting way to make an impression on Aria. With a nonchalant shrug, I reached for my pants and pulled them on, the fabric sliding into place.

"You should wear clothes to sleep," Aria protested, her voice soft but adamant. She still hadn't turned to face me, her gaze fixed resolutely on a corner of the room.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her insistence. "Why?" I countered.

Aria's response was immediate, her words coming out in a rush. "Because isn't that the way it should be?"

I crossed my arms, a playful grin tugging at the corner of my lips. "Well, I live alone. I can wear whatever I want," I retorted, the grin turning into a full-fledged smirk. "You're the one who showed up all of a sudden, after all."

Aria's blush deepened, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her flustered state. It was rare to see her caught off guard like this, and the sight was oddly endearing.