Chapter 17: The Gathering of the Seven sins 2
Azriel
"You are late. As usual," Uriel mumbled, letting out another yawn as he lowered his chin completely onto the table.
Raziel’s smile only widened as he adjusted his posture. "Apologies. I was occupied collecting a rather magnificent tribute of raw gold from the eastern borders, and—"
"No one cares about your hoards," Luceriel cut him off sharply, his voice dropping into a register of absolute severity. "Let us conclude this meeting as I have better things to do."
The virtual hall fell into an immediate, heavy silence.
"By now, I am entirely certain that Elysium has witnessed the crimson light," Luceriel pointed out, his green eyes dark. "This means only one thing: war is descending upon us. The high deities will do absolutely everything in their power to tear that child from the mortal’s womb."
Raziel chuckled lightly, snapping his golden fan shut with a sharp lack and resting it against the table.
I looked at the glittering fan, then shifted my gaze to his face, letting out a soft sigh. I knew exactly what was coming—we were about to endure a lecture wrapped in material ambition.
"This news of the child is an unparalleled asset," Raziel mused, his eyes gleaming. "We are finally on the verge of being liberated from our eternal curses. It means we possess a true weapon against Elysium after so many stagnant centuries, and—"
Sariel cut him off with a miserable groan. "We won’t possess anything if you bore us to death first, Greed. What we must prepare for are immediate, lethal strikes. There is no way the heavenly palace will allow that human to live through the week."
"I have already strengthened the ancient barriers and placed defensive wards around Katula," I stated calmly.
Lumiel let out a harsh, mocking chuckle. "That won’t be nearly enough to stop ELysium, Azriel. I will personally dispatch my specialized ward-masters to your kingdom by morning. They will reinforce your borders until we devise a permanent method to protect the vessel."
"Thank you, Lu—"
"I don’t need your pathetic gratitude!" Lumiel roared, baring his teeth at me.
I merely chuckled, refusing to rise to his anger.
"Can we at least see this human who supposedly carries the future of our realms?" Sariel demanded, his amber eyes burning with a deep, resentful curiosity.
I raised my right hand, channeling a thread of my energy into the jade orb. Instantly, a glowing, floating projection of Seraphel’s face appeared above the center of the table.
The entire council went dead silent. Every single Sin stared at the image, a complex mix of emotions washing over their spectral faces.
Uriel was the first to break the silence, tilting his head. "Oh... he is remarkably beautiful for a mere human."
"He is only a human, and he isn’t that beautiful," Sariel immediately snapped, his voice tight with envious denial as he picked apart Seraphel’s flawless features.
Lumiel glared at the projection, his brown eyes narrowing. "He is not half as pretty as the mate you stole and killed, Azriel. Mark my words—the moment that human births your heir, I will personally end his life to settle our blood debt." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
I shrugged my shoulders with forced indifference. "Do whatever you please with the human once the child is born. I don’t care about his life."
But the very moment those careless words left my lips, a sharp, violent knot tightened deep within my stomach. For a fleeting second, a strange, agonizing wave of phantom pain pierced through my chest, making my breath hitch. It felt like a physical strike, like a deep ache that didn’t belong to my own emotions.
The mate bond, I realized with a sudden chill, my mind racing.
Had we truly bonded?
"The human is exceptionally exquisite," Raziel interjected, his gaze lingering on the projection with an unmistakable, covetous hunger. His fingers caressed his gold fan as he looked up at me. "Once he is done serving his purpose as a vessel, I should like to add him to my private collection of concubines. He would look magnificent draped in my jewels."
A sudden, dark scowl warped my features before I could stop it. An irrational, possessive fury flared in my chest at his words. Seraphel was nobody’s prize to collect. He belonged to me.
"What is the name of this mortal?" Luceriel demanded, breaking my train of thought.
"Seraphel. His name is Seraphel."
Luceriel stared intently at the floating image of the pale omega, then cleared his throat, his expression unreadable. "Regardless of his origin, the child of sin remains our highest priority. We shall convene another meeting shortly. Azriel, ensure the vessel is heavily protected as he is our only hope against this curse.’’
Without another word or a gesture of farewell, the Sin of Pride snapped his connection, his green apparition dissolving into mist.
"That pompous fool," Lumiel muttered, before slamming his hands on the table one last time. "A border breach requires my attention. I must depart. Sleep with one eye open, Azriel, for I still intend to carve your throat open one day."
I laughed softly. "I have heard that promise a million times, brother."
In a flash of red light, the Sin of Wrath vanished.
One by one, the remaining Sins cut their connections, disappearing back to their respective kingdoms without another word, until only Sariel remained. He lingered for a long moment, staring directly into my eyes with a lingering, bitter resentment.
"I hope you protect the child of destiny well, brother," he muttered darkly, before his amber-gold form finally shattered into light.
Once the chamber fell into absolute silence and the jade orb went dark, I let out a low, ragged groan. My hand dropped down, my fingers tracing the heavy, rigid tension between my legs.
I was rock hard.
Under normal circumstances, the frustration would have prompted me to summon three or four of my palace concubines to satisfy the craving immediately.
But as I sat alone in the dim light, the only face I could see, and the only touch I desperately craved, belonged entirely to the insolent human who was now carrying my child.
I wanted to bury my cock inside him again.