The Incubus System Chapter 1191. This is Blasphemy
The Incubus System Chapter 1191. This is Blasphemy My eyes scanned the field one more time. Bodies. Smoke. Ruined buildings. Craters. Blood.
The Incubus System Chapter 1191. This is Blasphemy
My eyes scanned the field one more time. Bodies. Smoke. Ruined buildings. Craters. Blood. All the things I'd expect from a fresh demon war zone. But nothing moving. At least nothing with a pulse and bad intentions.
The edge of my Devil Space shimmered faintly around the zone, the outer limits flickering like dying embers. A couple of imp corpses twitched from residual mana before disintegrating into black dust. The rest? Dead. Or dying.
I closed my eyes.
“Cancel.”
[You have canceled your Devil Space.]
The air changed instantly.
It was like someone shattered glass in reverse. The sky cracked—literally—light breaking apart in fractal lines above us, and with a sound like cracking stone and breathless thunder, the world reset.
Color bled back into the atmosphere.
The bloodred tint faded.
And we were back in the human world.
The real one.
It hit all at once. The smell of asphalt and gasoline. The muffled boom of distant traffic. The buzz of power lines that weren’t short-circuited by demonic energy anymore.
Then the sirens.
Police. Ambulances. City emergency response.
Voices. Screams.
People had returned to the edges of the zone. Survivors. First responders. Maybe even news drones flying nearby. It was all noise now.
But then…
The humans saw me.
The screams got louder. A ripple of panic tore through the civilian crowd like a chain reaction. Hands pointed. Some ran. Others stared in terror or awe.
I guess it made sense.
I was still floating midair.
And still rocking full demon lord mode, full armored and wings extended—especially the three white angelic ones.
I looked like someone who crawled out of a prophecy and broke half the city doing it.
Then….
A flash of light. Something metal and glowing came at me fast—too fast for a civilian weapon.
I didn’t flinch.
My hand twitched, and with a pulse of will, my Telekinesis flared to life. The radiant sword froze midair with a sharp metallic hum, inches from my shoulder.
It spun violently, caught in my invisible grip, light crackling against the pressure of my magic.
I tilted my head, casually inspecting the thing as it hovered, trembling in the air like it realized it’d made a terrible mistake.
Holy energy. Hunter-made. Definitely Nathan’s.
Of course.
I turned my head, and there he was. Nathan.
Still on the rooftop, one block down. Hood billowing. Eyes burning with that same fanatical fire.
I stared at him for a second. Then frowned.
“Right,” I said dryly. “You got my attention. Now what do you want?”
He didn’t respond right away. Just tightened his fists and glared at me like I kicked his childhood dog.
“I helped the humans,” I continued, voice rising just a little. “I saved them. Are you blind?”
Yup. That sentence?
So… undemon-lord.
But I was pissed.
There were demons everywhere earlier. I watched this guy waste time chasing me while people were dying. While his fellow hunters were scrambling to hold the line. He ignored all of it.
What the hell was wrong with this guy?
Is he obsessed with me or something?
Still midair, I hovered lower—just enough to meet him eye to eye across the rooftop gap. My wings beat once behind me, a slow rhythm that stirred the air.
Nathan finally spoke.
“You’re deceiving them.”
My eyes narrowed. “Them?”
“The humans!” he snapped. “You’re pretending to be something you’re not. An angel.”
I stared at him. Then—just slightly—glanced over my shoulder at the three white wings that shimmered behind me.
“…Oh,” I said. “Right. I forgot about those.”
“Look,” I said, “I’m not an angel. Having those doesn't mean I'm an angel either or pretend to be one.”
He scoffed. “Of course you aren’t an angel. Your entire existence is a lie.”
“I’m a hybrid,” I said. Calm. Clipped. “Half demon. Half angel.”
Nathan’s face contorted. “That’s not possible.”
I raised a brow. “It’s not common,” I agreed, “but possible? Clearly.”
“There’s no such thing.”
“Dude, I’m standing right here,” I said, gesturing at myself.
“I also saw her,” he said, stepping forward. “That angel girl. You brought her here. You used her to deceive innocent humans into trusting your kind.”
I blinked once.
Oh.
He meant Puriel.
I tilted my head. “You mean the high-ranking angel? Yeah, she is… my girlfriend.”
“Lies!” he barked. “You used her! I saw the way she looked at you!”
I smirked.
“Yeah,” I said casually, “I get that a lot.”
Then I scoffed, my tone shifting—dry, sharp, laced with annoyance. “I mean, sure, I look like a liar. I’m a demon. Okay—demon lord,” I added, throwing a hand up. “I won’t settle for less than that. But come on. Use your damn brain.”
Nathan’s face turned red. “This is blasphemy. The humans will never side with you. Your tricks won’t last.”
“My tricks?” I repeated. “You do realize I’m the reason this district still exists, right? While you were busy throwing holy darts at my back, I was sealing rifts. While you chased me through smoke, my subordinates were slaughtering the demons you ignored.”
His jaw clenched. Classic.
I floated a bit closer.
“Why are you really mad?” I asked, voice dropping. “Is it because I’m a demon? Or because everything you believe in didn’t prepare you for someone like me?”
He said nothing.
I kept going.
“You want simple monsters. Things to stab. Black and white morality. But I don’t fit into your world, do I?”
His hand tightened on his blade.
“I’m not evil enough to kill,” I said. “And not pure enough to worship. That pisses you off.”
“You’re a threat,” he hissed.
I laughed.
“Yeah,” I said. “To idiots like you.”
The wind shifted again. Puriel’s signal had stabilized. My team was regrouping near the eastern junction.
I looked down at Nathan one last time.
“I’m going now. If you throw another sword at me, I will return it through your teeth.”
And yeah, I wanted that to be the end of it. I wanted that to be my dramatic mic-drop moment—the part where I turned my back, wings spread in the dying red light, and soared off like some hell-cursed savior with no time for petty holy tantrums.
But no.
Of course not.
The second I turned around, I felt it.
The flare.