The Incubus System Chapter 1204. Judgment
The Incubus System Chapter 1204. Judgment “I won’t,” I promised, voice low. “But this one’s personal.” I turned away, lifting my hand. ‘Port
The Incubus System Chapter 1204. Judgment
“I won’t,” I promised, voice low. “But this one’s personal.”
I turned away, lifting my hand.
‘Portal.’
A circle of shadow bloomed before me. I stepped through, air folding around my frame like silk pulled tight.
When I and my servants emerged on the other side, the world felt different.
Colder.
Sharper.
The human world again.
Lightglen City.
Wind swept over the rooftop of the tall skyscraper beneath my boots, carrying that scent—concrete and ozone, city fumes mixed with a hint of distant lilac from the nearby park. The air here was thinner than Lust City’s humid richness. It had edge. History.
And irony.
Because the rooftop I stood on?
Was not just some random office building.
It was the headquarters of Aeros—the Demon Hunter Association. Right smack in the center of Lightglen. Right across from the public memorial gardens.
The same park where, thousands of years ago, my father—Lord Damon—struck down Erebus.
Yeah.
Poetic.
The skyline stretched around me—neon signs and digital screens cast their glow over the city’s steel bones. Sirens wailed somewhere far below. Lights blinked in a rhythm too artificial to feel safe.
I let out a breath and released the Demon Lord Form, the full force of that monstrous aura drawing back into my core.
But I didn’t shift back into human form.
Not tonight.
Tonight, I didn’t want to look like Ethan.
I stayed in my true demonic form.
I wore a black suit—not armor, not a cloak—a suit tailored with dark mana threads. Immaculate. Trimmed in gold lines.
Sharp. Clean. Dangerous.
The kind of outfit that said ‘I’m here to end someone's career and life’. Or something that screamed ‘I’m a cultured psychopath. Get lost before I turn your head into a chandelier!’
A half-mask covered the top of my face, porcelain black with infernal carvings on one side. It left my mouth and jaw exposed—because I wanted them to see me smirk when they realized they were screwed.
I looked like the villain.
Good.
Because I was done playing nice.
[You are connected to everyone.]
‘Tell me where he is,’ I said, voice controlled, but sharp enough to cut.
‘I’m tracking him and Emma right now!’ Ruby’s voice came fast, panicked. ‘But don’t get your hopes up—they’re jamming me. I’m pushing, but they’re making it hard.’
“Shit…”
‘How about Clea?’ I asked.
Emma answered this time, breathless. ‘Mrs. Clea is… busy. She’s arguing with the senators. Hard. About Larry, about the Heaven’s Judgement, the Angel Creation Project, about everything. She’s stalling—but they’re not backing down.’
That made my gut twist.
Then I caught it—Emma’s voice.
Not just her words.
Her panting.
‘Emma… are you okay?’ I asked, frowning. I could hear her breathing, rapid, strained. Something was off.
‘Still alive,’ she said. ‘Except Nathan is pissed. He challenged me to a duel after I tried to stop him. He even beat up Theo for defending me.’
“What?!”
‘It’s fine,’ she continued, like it wasn’t insane. ‘He didn’t expect my power to match his. Now he’s furious and trying to save face.’
Ruby cut in. ‘Want me to help you?’
‘No,’ Emma said. ‘You’re busy too. They just sent twenty members to restrain you, didn’t they?’
Ruby groaned. ‘Don’t remind me.’
I clenched my jaw.
Everything was falling apart.
‘Just focus on your fights,’ I said grimly. ‘I’ll find Larry.’
[You have disconnected from everyone.]
Silence returned, but not peace.
I closed my eyes and took a breath, slow and deep.
The rooftop faded from my mind. So did the city, the sky, the concrete beneath me.
All I needed now—was the mana flow.
I reached out with my senses.
It was chaos.
Spells layered on spells. Seals, enchantments, detection wards. Traps on every floor, passive mana barriers, surveillance feeds feeding off spirit runes. The whole building was alive with anti-demonic energy—twisting and trying to repel me, to hide the truth.
But I wasn’t just a demon.
I was me.
So I pushed deeper.
Mana flow felt like strings in a storm. Some hot, some cold. Some sharp like needles, others smooth like lullabies.
Most were dull. Trained. Repressed. Typical of demon hunters who locked their emotions.
But I was looking for something more raw.
Something alive.
Larry’s mana was… messy. Always had been. Energetic. Wild. A mix of bravado, latent rage, and awkward loyalty that made his presence weirdly magnetic and stupid at the same time.
He wasn’t stealthy.
Which helped.
But even so… with this much interference?
It was like finding one spark in a lightning storm.
I gritted my teeth and pushed harder.
My fingers twitched.
I felt a flash. There—there. Deep in the lower levels. Far beneath the public floors. Suppressed mana signature. Faint. Caged. But pulsing. Weak… but still fighting.
Larry.
Found you.
My eyes snapped open.
The wind whipped against my back.
And now?
Now I was going to burn this building from the inside out if I had to.
I took one step forward and spoke aloud to myself.
“Judgment starts now.”
The words left my mouth like ice.
No flair. No yelling. Just cold finality.
But the building beneath my feet knew I meant it.
The rooftop thrummed with layered enchantments, humming with protective magic—like a heartbeat set against mine. I could feel it resisting me. Repelling me. Telling me I didn’t belong here.
This barrier beneath me?
Annoying.
And in my way.
Too bad.
I raised my fist slowly, letting mana crackle around my knuckles. Black lightning pulsed from my veins, and for a second, the barrier reacted—twitched like it was alive.
I smirked.
Then slammed my fist straight into the barrier.
“Dispel!”
The force of my punch sent a sharp crack through the rooftop. The impact released a pulse of dark energy that spread across the surface like a shockwave made of raw hatred and divine rejection. Runes across the floor flickered, glitched—then shattered. Like glass breaking underwater, the barrier screamed with bending light before fracturing violently.