Free Web NovelChapter 16: The Gathering of the Seven Sins
Azriel
"So, you are saying that you are having a child?" Luceriel muttered, his voice dripping with immediate skepticism. ’’The child of prophecy?’’
I sat back in my velvet chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose as a heavy frown pulled at my features. I was still physically within the walls of Katula, but the urgent news of the Prophecy required the immediate attention of my brothers.
Since a physical gathering was impossible on such short notice, our communication was bound through a massive, jade-green spiritual orb resting at the center of a long obsidian table. The artifact thrummed with magic, projecting the ethereal, lifelike apparitions of my brothers around the seats.
They appeared not as flat illusions, but as vivid, breathing spiritual forms, fully present in detail yet flickering slightly at the edges with divine energy.
Watching the orb, I watched as Luceriel snickered at the announcement. He was, after all, the Sin of Pride, and he was never one to take any blow to his superiority lightly.
"So, the child of destiny is to be borne by you?" Luceriel asked, tilting his chin upward. His long, vibrant mint-green hair shifted over his shoulders, perfectly complementing an ostentatious, heavy silk robe stitched with golden peacocks that practically screamed pompous extravagance.
He raised his eyes in absolute disgust, looking down his nose through the green light. "A child of such monumental destiny should have been granted to someone with actual intelligence—someone who uses his head, not someone who relies entirely on his cock. And to think it is being carried by a mere human at that. Utterly ridiculous."
A heavy fist suddenly slammed violently against the table, vibrating through the spiritual link.
Lumiel surged to his feet, aggressively running a hand through his wild, curly ginger hair.
"I say we slaughter the human right now and find a proper vessel to carry the child!" he shouted, letting out an unbridled snarl.
His beautiful yet rough features twisted with rage, his dark brown eyes flashing dangerously as he locked his gaze onto me. "What do you say to that, Azriel? Consider it a down payment for my mate that you slaughtered!"
I merely scoffed, lazily rolling my eyes at his explosive entrance. "Calm down, Lumiel. Your precious mate has already been reborn into the cycle."
"But I can’t find her! And that is entirely because of your senseless cruelty!" he yelled back, entirely unappeased as he brutally kicked his leg up onto the table, leaning forward with the raw demeanor of the Sin of Wrath.
"Perhaps you are searching in the wrong direction, brother," I murmured, offering a mocking smile at his violent attitude. "Your mate might not have been reborn as a woman this time. What if she returned to this world as a weeping willow tree? Or perhaps a common bird?"
My jest only angered him more.
Lumiel slammed his hand against the surface again, the spiritual projection trembling with the force of his anger. "Speak of my mate like that again, and I will personally slit your throat while you sleep."
"You have tried that billions of times over the millennia, dear brother. Give up," I sighed, waving his threat away. "We have far more pressing issues to discuss, and—" I paused, turning my head toward the right as a soft, rhythmic snoring cut through the tension. I reached out, my spiritual energy tapping his shoulder. "Uriel. Wake up. Now is not the time to hibernate.’’
The Sin of Sloth let out a long, dramatic yawn, stretching his arms high above his head. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, revealing deep hazel irises that perfectly matched the soft, messy brown curls of his hair. Unlike the rest of us, Uriel was noticeably smaller in build. His rich, warm brown skin was enveloped in an oversized, incredibly loose robe made of heavy, unlined flax linen—a garment designed purely for comfort, lacking any of the royal structure the rest of us wore.
"What were you even discussing?" Uriel mumbled, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye as he slumped back down.
"About the child of Lust," Sariel answered before I could speak.
Sariel was the Sin of Envy, and his voice carried a sharp, bitter edge that instantly soured the air. Dressed in a shimmering, shifting amber-gold robe that seemed to change texture based on his mood, he stared at me with narrowed, amber-gold eyes.
A dark, resentful scowl marred his handsome face. "Why should the prophecy fall to you? Someone so utterly unserious and depraved. Why should Lust receive the savior while the rest of us wait?"
A sudden, booming laughter resounded from the left side of the table. Every eye snapped toward a seat that had been empty just a moment prior. A figure had appeared there, casually swirling a dark, fermented plum liquor in an ornate chalice carved from a beast’s horn.
"Do you find something amusing, Taizel?" Luceriel demanded, his tone dripping with profound disgust.
Taizel took a deep, greedy gulp of the liquor. In a flicker of movement, the chalice in his hand vanished, replaced instantly by two entire bottles of heavy nectar, which he began to drink simultaneously, gulping the liquid down with an insatiable appetite. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his dark, obsidian-black robe, which was embroidered with erratic, blood-red swirling patterns. He chuckled lightly, his dark obsidian eyes gleaming with twisted amusement against his rich, brown skin. He possessed a broad-shouldered frame that radiated a constant, consuming hunger.
"I am simply laughing at the irony of the prophecy, dear brothers," Taizel said, his voice deep and raspy from constant consumption. "No need to glare at me like I’ve ruined the feast."
Luceriel sneered, crossing his arms. "You are never serious. Please keep your wretched, gluttonous habits to yourself for once. We are debating the fate of our entire realm."
Taizel raised his massive hands in mock surrender. "Whatever you say, big brother. So..." He paused, his dark eyes locking directly onto me with a knowing smirk. "I caught a snippet of your words earlier. You managed to knock up a human? An omega, no less?"
I gave a slow nod.
Taizel burst into another loud laugh. "Oh, the miraculous things you achieve with your cock, Azriel! Right now, looking at your face, I know exactly what you’re thinking about. You’re probably picturing who you want to take to bed next." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
A cold prickle of truth hit me. He wasn’t wrong. Throughout this entire suffocating, tedious meeting, my mind hadn’t been on the prophecy or the impending war with heaven. All I could focus on were the luscious, pale lips of Seraphel. I kept imagining the way his brilliant blue eyes had stared up at me in absolute defiance, even while I railed at Eiren right before him.
I wanted him. I craved him so intensely that a heavy, throbbing ache was already tightening between my thighs.
"And that is precisely why the child should never have been given to you," Sariel hissed, his envy boiling over as he glared at my silence. "Do you even possess a single inkling of how to guide a child of destiny? You will corrupt it before it even takes its first breath." freēwebnovel.com
I frowned at his bitter words but remained silent, my gaze shifting past him to the single empty seat remaining beside Luceriel.
Nearly all the Sins had gathered, save for one.
Raziel. The Sin of Greed.
Right on cue, a sudden, blinding flash of light illuminated the empty chair as Raziel appeared. His robe was a masterpiece of woven platinum threads and crushed diamonds—an attire so aggressively opulent and glittering that it practically humiliated the rest of the room’s standard silks.
His long dark hair was impeccably well-kept, gathered neatly into a high, flawless ponytail that fell elegantly down his back. Moving with calculated, high-born grace, he snapped open a solid gold hand fan, gently waving it as he announced his arrival with a cheerful smile.
"Hello, my dear brothers," he purred, his eyes scanning the room like a merchant assessing a vault.
