The Incubus System Chapter 1184. You’re Not Gonna Make It!
The Incubus System Chapter 1184. You’re Not Gonna Make It! Dark Energy! It sucked power like a starving god. I could feel it leaving me—dra
The Incubus System Chapter 1184. You’re Not Gonna Make It!
Dark Energy!
It sucked power like a starving god.
I could feel it leaving me—draining everything I had, even my blood warming as the magic devoured stamina, life force, everything.
The sky twisted.
The vortex flickered.
“Come on…” I hissed, grinding my teeth. “Hold together, dammit—”
The rift fought me.
It pulsed again, trying to stay open, its otherworldly maw screaming into the wind like a wounded beast refusing to die.
But I forced the magic in.
I roared.
The energy surged.
The air split.
And the rift—finally—began to close.
Not cleanly.
The light bent violently inward, like a vacuum of shadows sucking itself shut. The edges burned with hellfire, folding over with a sound like tearing fabric. I’d think that’d be satisfying after everything I just went through. Like watching a wound stitch itself closed after surgery. But nah. It felt like the damn thing was peeling layers off my soul as it shrank.
And yeah.
This was where everything got worse.
No, I’m not talking about the rift. I wish it was just the rift. I could’ve dealt with the rift. But the real bastard here?
My Demonic Power.
That damn sealing skill was sucking it out of me like I was a juice box with no rights.
It pulled more than I thought it would, and the rift? Yeah, it closed alright—but it was slow. Painfully slow. Like watching someone try to patch a hole in a sinking ship using chewing gum.
And the longer I held the spell, the more that horrifying little voice inside me whispered,
‘You’re not gonna make it.’
At this rate, I’d either pass out before I sealed the damn thing—or right after. Either way, I'd be out cold.
Then I heard it.
“Damian!!”
Lilieth.
Her voice cut through the wind like a whip. I looked toward the rift—and sure enough, she was right there, her hand extended toward me. Her expression wasn’t angry. It was terrified. Her eyes glowed like dying embers.
She was using her own Dark Energy.
“No…” I whispered.
Not her. Not now. Not like this.
Lilith had only just started recovering since I got involved in this war. She wasn’t back to what she used to be. Not even close. If she pushed herself now—if she poured too much of her remaining core into helping me…
She might die.
“Mom! Get lost—I can handle this!” I yelled over the howling winds.
Total lie.
I couldn’t even feel my damn legs anymore. My wings were jittering like they were on low battery. Sweat stung my eyes, and my body felt like it was being peeled apart layer by layer. But I had to bluff.
“No!” she shouted back, voice hoarse, shaking from the strain.
The army behind her was still fighting. Zatan’s army was still overwhelming—even with him dead, Andrew and Sarael were barely holding the line—and yeah, she was trying to cast while standing in the middle of it.
Andrew called out warnings about a massive demon beast charging through their flank, while Sarael issued rapid commands to his undead forces, his voice sharp and relentless as he struggled to maintain control of the collapsing front.
And then—oh yeah.
The succubi joined the fray.
I blinked.
An entire army of leather-wrapped, winged, and very pissed-off succubi had arrived in formation. At the front? A tall, terrifying MILF with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.
“Is that… Ivy’s mom?” I muttered, squinting.
Yup. That was her. Irien.
“Damn it!” I cursed. “This is getting out of hand.”
Even with all this power flowing through me, sealing the rift wasn’t getting easier. My chest tightened. My knees buckled slightly, and the edges of my vision flickered.
And I just— I just started questioning everything.
Why the hell was I doing this?
Why was I breaking my body to protect a world that was full of greedy, lying, two-faced bastards in power suits? I mean, I’ve been in their heads. Literally. I’ve corrupted enough politicians to know the human world is basically a corrupted game of Monopoly run by lizard-brained jackasses.
What if the demons were right?
What if I was just propping up a broken system that didn’t deserve saving?
Then—ping.
A sudden telepathic link clicked open in my brain.
[You have connected to Clea]
Her voice hit like a lightning bolt.
‘Ethan, the senators have launched their secret weapons at you!’
“…Wait, WHAT?!”
‘Hold them!’ I shouted.
‘I can’t! They already launched! I don’t even have the authority to stop them!’
My heart dropped.
‘Bring the others! Get away from there NOW!’ she snapped.
I clenched my jaw.
Shit.
Shit-shit-shit!
I didn’t know what kind of weapon she was talking about, but if the senators had something secret and powerful enough that even Clea couldn’t stop it… then yeah. That meant nuke-tier bad.
‘Guys!’ I barked through the telepathy. ‘You heard her! Evac NOW!’
‘What about you, Ethan?!’ Ruby shouted.
I bit my lip. ‘I… I can’t. I need to close this stupid hole before the world eats itself.’
Silence.
Then Ivy’s voice, soft but firm. ‘Then we’re not leaving.’
Miranda chimed in. ‘There’s no way we’re letting you face that thing alone.’
‘You speak stupid things again, Your Highness,’ said Shadow. Yeah. Of course, he had to get snarky.
I rolled my eyes. “Can we not do this now? Literally fighting for our lives here.”
I opened my mouth to argue again, to tell them to run—because someone needed to live through this— But then Emma’s voice came through.
Quiet. Soft. No sarcasm. No flirtation. Just… honest.
‘Don’t make us leave you, Ethan… That’ll never happen.’
That did it.
My chest clenched hard. And yeah, I hate to admit it, but I choked up a little. There I was, standing in the middle of a crater full of hell residue, acid blood still sizzling on my boots, half my power drained into a rift that fought me like a rabid wormhole with a grudge—and yet, hearing her say that?
It made me feel like I could do it.
Even if my bones were cracking and my system was throwing warning symbols at me like it wanted a raise.