The Incubus System Chapter 1185. We Won’t Leave You
The Incubus System Chapter 1185. We Won’t Leave You Her words pulled my gaze downward. There she was—Emma—still wrestling with Nathan, tryin
The Incubus System Chapter 1185. We Won’t Leave You
Her words pulled my gaze downward.
There she was—Emma—still wrestling with Nathan, trying to keep those glowing mana chains tight around him. Her knuckles were white. Her hair stuck to her cheek with sweat and blood.
But her eyes…
Stubborn as hell.
‘No… We won’t leave you,’ she said again. ‘You aren’t alone. I won’t let you fight alone.’
The words hit deep. Somewhere raw.
I was quiet for a second. Long enough to breathe. Long enough to realize how close I’d come to losing all of them just now.
They were loyal to me.
Not because I commanded them. Not because I was their prince or whatever people liked to call me now.
Because they chose me. Again and again.
And the truth was—I knew what would happen if they left me now.
The demons would come back. The demon hunters too. The moment I dropped from exhaustion—whether the rift was sealed or not—I’d be meat on the floor. I could survive sealing the rift. I could probably even tank that holy weapon Clea warned me about. But afterward?
I'd be toast.
Dead toast.
So yeah, I needed them.
But damn it, I didn’t want any of them to die for me.
I turned my head slightly, glancing over my shoulder where Lilieth was still fighting through the rift with Andrew, Sarael, and now an army of succubi led by Irien—who, by the way, still hadn’t bothered with armor. Just her red high-slit gown and a sword forged from broken promises.
She didn’t know our situation here. Not fully.
And then— I felt it.
The air shifted.
The ground hummed.
A heavy, overwhelming pressure slammed into my senses from behind. Like holy apocalypse had just set foot on the battlefield.
“Oh hell no…” I muttered.
Another secret weapon.
No—worse. Stronger than the last one.
This wasn’t a basic “smite the demon” light burst. This was cathedral-ending, reality-burning, soul-exploding holy power. The kind they save for biblical-level cleansing.
My knees nearly gave out as I sensed the purity in it.
So raw. So absolute.
And it was aimed—directly at me.
I clenched my fists, forcing the seal spell to hold just a second longer.
‘I think we need to let go of the rift,’ I growled internally. ‘None of us can handle this. Not with this many damn interruptions.’
My voice cracked. “I don’t want to sacrifice anyone.”
I looked at the rift again. Still not fully closed. Still resisting me.
My jaw tightened.
‘Not Lilieth… Not my girls… Not me. No one’s dying today.’
The holy pressure built behind me—blinding, absolute. I could almost hear the damn thing charging up, humming through my bones like a silent scream.
I gritted my teeth, preparing to burn every ounce of my power to shield the others and canceled my Dark Energy skill.
And then— Three figures emerged from the rift.
Like a backup from a movie finale.
“Sorry we’re late, Your Highness!” Luna shouted, leaping down in her usual dramatic.
“I’ll check on Puriel now!” Yuffy yelled, sprinting toward the collapsed angel. Her fingers already weaved her skill.
And then—my favorite spider-lady made her appearance, dropping from a building’s shadow like a nightmare with heels.
“See? This is why I hate humans!” Syntyche growled, her many eyes narrowing. “They never know their place!”
With a hiss, she lifted her arms—threads of pure web-mana forming into a glowing circle above her. Her fingers twitched, and the circle spun—crackling, charged.
“Void Threaded Rupture,” she announced like she was ordering lunch.
A massive web-shaped sigil expanded from her feet, layering the ground in spirals of arcane code. Then she snapped her fingers.
A burst of dark-purple energy exploded outward.
The incoming holy blast? Obliterated mid-air. Disintegrated like it got ashamed of itself and quit.
Dozens of demons on the edge of the field vaporized, their bodies curling into dust before they even realized what hit them.
My eyes widened.
Even Nathan stopped struggling against Emma’s chains for a second.
The battlefield went quiet. Just for a beat.
Then…
I laughed. Actually laughed.
“I really love you.”
“I heard that,” Syntyche called, casually adjusting her hair. “Keep your praise coming, darling. It keeps my spells charged.”
Luna landed beside me. “You look like crap, Your Highness.”
“Thanks. You missed the part where I almost died twice because of Zatan.”
She glanced at the rift. “Still alive. That’s what counts.” Then she joined the fight again.
Yuffy’s voice came inside my head. ‘Puriel’s stable! Her vitals are climbing, mana’s flowing again—I’m keeping the healing spell running!’
I tried to nod in acknowledgment, but damn… even that felt like lifting a truck with my eyebrows. My limbs were trembling. My wings? Barely fluttering. Like they were running on fumes and stubbornness alone.
And the rift? Still not closed. Almost. So close. But not quite. It kept fighting me, like a parasite refusing to detach.
Then I heard them.
The girls.
‘Focus on the rift, Ethan!’ Ruby shouted, slicing through a demon's throat with a clean, glowing blade swipe. ‘We’ll keep the rest off your back!’
‘We’ve got this side!’ Ivy added, tossing a chain of demonic power that danced across a group of imps. Her face was smeared with blood and ash, but her eyes were fierce.
Syntyche was already in the center of a dozen struggling Imp knights, her webs slashing through armor and enchantments like they were paper dolls. ‘Someone bring me more enemies. These ones are already crying.’
Emma, still gripping her Mana Chains with grit and fury, shouted, ‘Don’t look at us, Ethan. Just finish the damn spell. We’ve got your back.’
Gods…
I wanted to respond. To say thank you. To say I loved them. Hell, even just a sarcastic “good luck with that.”
But I couldn’t.
Because everything was going dark.
My body felt like wet sand. My bones ached. My heart pounded way too hard for the effort I was making. Sweat dripped down my jaw. I could feel blood crusting my temples. My fingers were numb. My wings fluttered once, then stuttered. The rift pulsed again, demanding just a bit more. Just a few more seconds. Just one last push.