The Incubus System Chapter 1193. Personal
The Incubus System Chapter 1193. Personal “Alright,” I growled, my grin twisting darkly, “you want a show? Fine. I’ll give you a damn opera
The Incubus System Chapter 1193. Personal
“Alright,” I growled, my grin twisting darkly, “you want a show? Fine. I’ll give you a damn opera.”
The lances fell like a meteor storm—waves of light raining from the heavens.
And I raised my hand.
“Demonic Spike!”
The air around me twisted. Space warped, and then…
Black lances shot from the ground, the rooftops, the walls, even from the very shadow of my body. A hundred jet-black spears burst into the sky with perfect precision. Each one curved mid-flight, intercepting a mana lance head-on.
-BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions cracked the air like thunderclaps. Holy and demonic mana collided in the sky, erupting into blinding light and thick black clouds. The shockwaves hit like slaps from a god's palm. Windows shattered for blocks. Sirens blew out. The ground trembled beneath us.
A hundred lances, gone.
But this time?
They’d sent more.
Way more.
I pushed forward, activating my Barrier.
A semi-transparent shield of swirling dark energy formed around me. It caught the next wave. Dozens more slammed into the barrier with full force—exploding on impact, rocking the shield like a ship in a hurricane. It cracked. My vision flickered. The pressure behind each hit was ridiculous.
Some lances broke. Others fizzled. But…
Some escaped.
They curled around me, smarter than before. A few zipped under, over, past the barrier—angled to strike from multiple directions.
I banked hard to the right, wings screaming as I darted through the air like a jet, weaving between high-rises and towers. The lances followed, splitting into groups. Some chased behind. Others spread out wide to flank.
A classic cat-and-mouse pattern—but I wasn’t the mouse.
I climbed higher, fast, lungs burning, heat trailing behind me as my wings caught the late sunlight. I spun midair, dipped through an overpass, ducked through the ribs of a skyscraper.
They followed.
Dozens of lances swarming around me like a divine hive, all gleaming white with golden tips, streaking the sky with glowing trails.
I hit maximum height. The outer atmosphere burned against my skin. I stalled for a split second—hovering—feeling the full pull of gravity ready to drag me down.
Then—
U-turn.
I dropped like a falling star, straight through the formation.
Half the lances followed, overcompensating.
Exactly what I wanted.
I curved sharply to the left, baiting them again. They adjusted, some speeding up, others slowing to sync. They split—half ahead, half behind.
“Gotcha,” I muttered.
I hovered in midair. Completely still.
Lances closing in from both directions.
And then— Right at the moment of impact…
‘Teleport.’
I vanished in a blink of black smoke.
Both groups of lances kept going.
Their target gone, their divine programming didn’t adjust in time.
They hit each other.
CRASH. BOOM.
The sky exploded in light.
A full-on collision—mana lance versus mana lance. Heaven’s Judgment tearing itself apart midair in a show of pure, suicidal beauty. Light and shockwaves flooded the sky like someone set off a nuke made of choir boys and righteous fury.
I reappeared mid-hover, just above a hovering surveillance drone—one of the black-and-silver military-grade eyes the Senate loved to use to monitor battlefield activity.
It had a camera, alright. And it was pointing right at me.
Perfect.
I floated up into the lens view. The sky behind me was still crackling with the aftershock of the failed Heaven’s Judgment. Ash and holy residue swirled like falling snow. The sun caught my wings just enough to give that eerie, ethereal glow.
I tilted my head.
Grinned wide. Full teeth. No shame.
And waved.
“Hey there,” I said to the drone, voice casual. “Tell your bosses I got the message.”
I leaned in a bit closer. Just enough for the camera to catch the simmering glow in my eyes. The lingering smoke behind me made it dramatic, I’m not gonna lie.
“And tell them next time they try to kill me, maybe try something original. This rerun? Boring as hell.”
The drone hovered, lens whirring faintly—recording, streaming, probably being fed right to some senator's war room where they were sipping wine and pretending they hadn’t just tried to vaporize half a city.
Then I added one more thing.
“Oh. And Senators?”
I raised my middle finger. Slowly. Deliberately. Let the camera linger on it.
“I’m still alive.”
I gave the drone a long, sharp grin. One that didn’t reach my eyes.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” I said, voice tightening. “You almost killed thousands of civilians. Your own damn people.”
My wings flared behind me, catching the light of the mana-fires burning below, casting long shadows over the cityscape.
“All those lives you claim to protect? Those ‘innocents’ you wave around in your speeches? Yeah—they were right under me when your little holy lightshow came raining down.”
I stepped onto the edge of a cracked antenna tower, letting the drone keep perfect view of me— the skyline and all.
“You’re willing to sacrifice everyone just to kill one man. One demon. One ‘threat to peace.’” I spat the words. “That’s not leadership. That’s cowardice wrapped in holy rhetoric.”
I leaned forward again, voice lower.
“So here’s a thought.”
My eyes narrowed. My tone dropped into a cold growl.
“Maybe it’s you who don’t deserve to be in charge.”
I tilted my head.
“Should I take over?” I asked softly. “Should I get rid of you all and fix this place myself?”
I paused, gaze burning straight into the drone.
“Because honestly? I’m starting to think it’d be an improvement.”
Then I stood tall, wings wide. My tail whipped around.
Let them see it. Let them feel it.
They wanted a devil?
I could be worse…
I took off again—wings blazing, body pulsing with demonic power, and nothing but fire in my chest.
Let them watch.
Let them tremble.
Because I wasn’t just some demon they could nuke from a safe distance.
Hybrid.
Warlord.
Demon Lord of Lust City.
And now?
They made this personal.