The Incubus System Chapter 1201. The Begging Arc

The Incubus System Chapter 1201. The Begging Arc I stood up, brushing dust off my clothes. My body protested with every movement, like my jo

The Incubus System Chapter 1201. The Begging Arc

I stood up, brushing dust off my clothes. My body protested with every movement, like my joints had all made a pact to hate me at once. Blood had dried on my cheek, flaked across my neck and arms. My wings shimmered half-there, twitching behind me like sore muscles after a gym brawl.

“Do you need my help more?” I asked, glancing down at Damon. He was still seated, sword across his lap like it belonged there.

He shook his head, calm. “No. I can take care of this. What remains is cleanup.”

I frowned slightly. “That blast... you think it created another rift?”

He paused at that, not dismissing it outright. “Maybe. Irien’s still with Lilieth. She’ll confirm it soon.”

My thoughts drifted—naturally—to Lilieth.

“…Should I help her?” I asked. “Mom, I mean.”

Damon didn’t even blink. “That’s unnecessary.”

“You sure?”

“I didn’t feel anything weird on her. She’s fine. I can sense her. She’s not straining.”

“…Still fighting?”

His gaze dropped slightly, like he was tuning into some invisible network only him could access. Demonic resonance between him and her. Whatever it was, it made the air still for a second.

Then he spoke. “No. She’s not fighting anymore. Just cleaning up.”

That settled something in me. Not everything. But something.

“You should go back now,” Damon said after a beat. “To your own city. They attacked it too, didn’t they?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “About that…”

I didn’t even try to hold back the smirk. “Licheri already took care of them.”

Damon stared. Slowly tilted his head.

“…Licheri?”

I nodded. “Yup.”

He closed his eyes. “Ugh. I can imagine that white floating ball toying with them like a kid frying ants with a magnifying glass.”

“He’s quite happy, actually.”

“I bet.”

Damon stood finally, slow but composed. He adjusted the bloodstained collar and ran a hand through the soot in his hair. “Then go. I’ll stabilize the capital. Keep in touch if Irien finds anything bad.”

I gave him one last nod. “Take care.”

“Same to you.”

With that, I turned and opened a portal.

A swirl of violet-black mana opened like an eye blinking awake.

I stepped through.

The shift in atmosphere hit me instantly.

From charred battleground to decadent chaos.

And the moment I landed at the border—yeah.

They were lounging.

Syntyche reclined on a chaise like a bored empress, legs crossed, silk dress riding high, her spider legs fanned out lazily while she twirled her wine glass. Her main hand idly tossed a severed demon claw over the edge of the railing.

Next to her, Nefaris sprawled on a fainting couch, sipping her wine slowly with her fangs showing. Her aura was calm, sedate even. One leg dangled off the couch.

And in the center of it all?

Licheri.

Floating. Laughing.

“YESSSS! Cry more! Wriggle like a worm that regrets being born!”

He giggled, hovering mid-air above a squirming demon, his cotton-candy energy lashing out in puffs of magic that turned painful rather than sweet.

Below them, my servants gathered like they were watching a damn theater performance.

Shadow leaned against a pillar, munching on something that looked like popcorn but probably wasn’t.

Rave and Luna sat together with their boots kicked up, casually rating the torture out loud like judges on a game show.

Ivy yawned. Maria was literally sleeping.

Buni clapped cheerfully every time Licheri made a new scream happen.

Miranda was actually smiling. Legs crossed, boots off, hair down. She even laughed once when one of the demons tried to crawl away and Licheri summoned a bouncing gelatin cage to trap him.

Yeah. That actually happened.

I rarely saw her this relaxed.

Even Curtis, for all his aloof intellect, was participating in his own way.

I walked past him, peeking at the notes he scribbled in his leather journal.

They weren’t notes.

They were sketches.

Damn good ones too.

One of Licheri posed dramatically mid-laugh. Another of the demons getting chased by a floating jelly mimic. One more of Nefaris sipping wine like a bored queen.

And Leon?

He stood, arms folded, expression unreadable… but he nodded at every single scream, every magical burst, every panicked wail like it was the appropriate punctuation to a lullaby.

“…What the hell did I walk into,” I muttered under my breath.

No one noticed I arrived.

Until I spoke up.

They all looked up. In unison. Like predators sensing the apex hunter re-entering the cave.

Licheri squealed. “DAMIANNNN~!”

He zipped to me in a blur, tackled my face like an excited puppy and bounced around my shoulders. “You missed it! You missed the screaming! The juicy bones! The whole 'please spare me' begging arc!”

I caught him mid-twirl. “Licheri, how many did you kill?”

“A lot! But for these remaining ones…” he said proudly. “I just broke their will. Again and again and again. Until they’re begging to be turned into decorative soap.”

“…Of course.”

Syntyche waved lazily. “We saved you a seat.”

Nefaris purred. “He can sit on my lap if he wants.”

“Please don’t flirt,” I groaned. “We are in the middle of the battlefield.”

“Too late,” Buni grinned. “You’re already blushing.”

I was.

Slightly.

Damn.

I walked deeper into the lounge and sat down.

Curtis glanced up from his sketchbook. “Welcome back. Did Beel detonate as expected?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, dropping into a plush red armchair. “He went into a full meltdown. Took half the block with him.”

Leon nodded. “Acceptable.”

“…And the border?” Syntyche asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

I paused.

“The border’s damaged. Maybe more. Irien will check.” My voice lowered, heavier now. “And it’s not just us or the demons anymore.”

That got them quiet.

Nefaris set her glass down gently.

Miranda straightened, eyes flicking sharp.

Even Licheri stopped giggling.

I continued, slowly. “Three realms might be watching now. The human world. The demon realm. And the Light Dimension. Even the angels could feel the blast.”

“Shit,” Syntyche whispered.

“I’m a beacon now. They can sense me.”