Seven Sins System Chapter 47: The Devil In The Painting

Seven Sins System Chapter 47. The Devil In The Painting

Even though I knew it was a high-priced painting, what shocked was the picture in it.

A man sat on a stone throne and lifted one of his legs nonchalantly. A demon to be precise since I could see his purplish horns and his eyes that glinted in red from behind his mask.

He only wore black trousers, showing his packed torso and abs. A dense red fla was in his palm. But what made sure the demon in the picture was , or when I was leading the war 300 years ago to be precise, was the six tentacles on his back. It even had all the details like the red eyes and the teeth.

Even though the demon didn't have a real crown, I always wore a mask when I led the war in the mortal world. So no one recognized my face.

I quickly glanced at the lower right corner of the painting to find out who the painter was and found Red's na there.

'Oh, I just found out she has such talent. I should have treated her better.' There was regret in my heart since I only treated Red as my fighting tool in the past.

"Take a seat, Dr. Allen," Katrina repeated. It made turn to her.

As soon as she saw , she was stunned. I bet it was because she caught the similarities between and the painting. Luckily, the mask covered my face well. At least she couldn't accuse and the devil in the painting was the sa person.

I walked to her and sat in front of her.

"Sorry, I got distracted by the painting," I flashed my innocent smile and put my report on her desk.

Yet she didn't take my report nor took her eyes off . "You look similar to the devil in the painting. I thought he walked out of his throne and beca you," she said as soon as she got her voice out. Her shock was evident in the tone of her voice.

I let out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah. I also thought the sa. It gave a chill. I an---" I turned and gestured at the painting."Look at him. He is a demon and I---"

"Devil," she interrupted in displeasure.

I returned my gaze to her.

"He is a devil, Dr. Allen. He is more noble and powerful than a re lowly demon. You shouldn't mix around those two creatures. Don't call a powerful devil like him a demon," she explained diligently. I could catch a trace of threat in her tone.

"Yeah, devil," I corrected my words. Another innocent smile on my lips. I forgot mortals prefer to call the seven lords of sins, devil, rather than demon. While we preferred them to bend their knees and call us whatever for rcy.

"Anyway, where did you get the painting? It's a nice collection." I decided to find Red's whereabouts. Maybe she could help with this investigation.

"It's a family legacy. My mother is the painter," she answered.

'Red is her mother?' I never expected what I thought earlier would co true.

"Wow! I wish I could et her one day," I said in surprise. I couldn't ask Katrina directly and admit that I was the devil. I didn't know if she would believe or not. If the angels caught , then my mission would fail and the war would occur. Not to ntion it was my kind who had broken through to the mortal world.

"I don't think you can, Dr. Allen. My mom is retired and rarely wants to et other people. She spends her ti painting in a small villa overseas now," she explained.

"With your dad?" I asked spontaneously.

Thinking again, I didn't know how old Red was when she accompanied 300 years ago. No, I didn't know anything, not even her real na. I only knew her family was killed by the angels and the humans were after her.

So even though she was a vampire and her race average lifespan was about 300 to 400 years, she could have been quite old when I t her.

"My dad is a human, so he died a long ti ago," she replied.

"I see... I hope I can et her one day. I an---" I turned to the painting again. "Look at that painting. It's so beautiful." I truly loved that painting since it captured my power and strength perfectly. She should have given one before we parted 300 years ago.

'Okay, I should stop being narcissistic like that asshole 'Pride',' I dispersed my thoughts quickly.

"She must have admired the man in the painting," I continued. But then I realized her displeasure since I called myself wrongly. "I an the devil," I corrected my words.

"Not only admire. That painting is a story about unrequited love." She turned to the painting. Her gaze turned lancholic.

"She loved him. But he didn't. He only thought about war, massacre, endless battle, and his victory. He was so powerful and majestic, yet he sat alone on his throne. His expression didn't show he was happy with it all ."

Then she returned her gaze to .

"His heart was hollow. All he felt was emptiness. My mom tried to fill it, but she couldn't," she continued.

Her words slapped .

'I'm empty? Hollows?' I didn't understand where that conclusion ca from. I tried to track back what happened 300 years ago, but what I rembered were the war and the agreent.

"That's a good assumption. Maybe the painter was so heartbroken when she drew it that she unintentionally expressed her feelings in the painting," I reasoned.

"She was heartbroken. But my mom said that the devil always made that face whenever he sat on the throne as if he had lost sothing important in his life."

Her explanation stunned .