The Corrupted Holy Knight Worships Me

At thirty, I died of overwork and became a demon. Not just any demon, but the Archdemon of the Seven Deadly Sins. With my exceptional lineage, I thought I could finally live a lazy life. Then I found a doll-like child. “If killing to avoid dying is a sin, then I have no regrets. Is this a sin too?” Perhaps I should have walked past the child, who asked nonchalantly while drenched in blood. “Should I kill them for you? Since I don’t mind doing what you don’t want to do—” Was it my mistake to grow attached to a child whose mindset was more demonic than a demon’s? “I can’t wait any longer.” The place he collapsed was a bed steeped in my scent. “Noa, wait a moment…!” “Do you know this, Jin? I’ve never loved anyone or anything except you.” “You’re—you’re insane! This is the cathedral! What if the celestial gods hear us…!” “Even gods.” When Noa, wearing an expression I had never seen before, smiled, an ominous feeling surged through me. “Why did you pick up someone like me in the first place? Didn’t you realize how far a demon like me could go to grant human desires?” The knight in sacred armor uttered the word “corruption” without hesitation. As I hastily tried to retreat, a large hand grabbed my ankle, pulling me back without a chance to resist.