The Incubus System Chapter 1205. Can We Kill Humans?
The Incubus System Chapter 1205. Can We Kill Humans? A sound like a thunderclap echoed out into the night. The whole rooftop trembled. The p
The Incubus System Chapter 1205. Can We Kill Humans?
A sound like a thunderclap echoed out into the night.
The whole rooftop trembled.
The protection spell didn’t fade—it exploded, undone from the inside out.
I stepped through the dust and mana fragments like it was mist.
“Let’s go in,” I said, turning to the others.
My voice was even. But every one of them felt the weight.
“Luna,” I continued, locking eyes with her, “find Emma. Back her up. She’s alone against Nathan. Don’t let her fall.”
Luna’s smirk faded. She gave a sharp nod. “On it.”
“Maria,” I turned. “Ruby’s being swarmed. She’s fast, but she’s not a tank.”
Maria cracked her knuckles and gave a confident grin. “They’ll wish they picked someone else.”
“Ivy.” I paused. “Back Clea up.”
She cocked her head. “She’ll say she doesn’t need it.”
“She will,” I said. “And when she does, act. Don’t hesitate. Even if she tells you to back off—don’t.”
Ivy blinked once. Then smirked. “Got it.”
Luna suddenly turned her head slightly, tilting it. “Can we kill humans?”
That made me stop.
Just for a second.
I looked out over the edge of the rooftop. The lights of Lightglen shimmered below like a pool of stars. People were living their lives, completely unaware of the hidden wars above them.
And I was about to drop a goddamn demon army into a demon hunter HQ.
“Ideally…” I started, voice low, “no. As far as possible, don’t kill humans.”
I let the pause hang in the air.
“But if you don’t have a choice,” I said finally, “then I give you permission to do it.”
The three of them looked me in the eye and nodded without another word.
Then—just like that—they dispersed.
Vanishing into shadows, smoke, sparks. Wings unfurling, boots pounding, tails flicking. Gone.
And me?
I stared at the place where they’d just stood.
To be honest, I still couldn’t believe I’d given that order. That I’d ever say something like that—allowing bloodshed like it was a military strategy.
But this wasn’t a game anymore.
This was war.
I turned and walked toward the door leading into the building.
And I stepped inside.
Rave, Buni, Shadow, and Miranda followed right behind me. No one said a word.
We didn’t need to.
The walls were sleek, clean, and deceptively sterile—lined with integrated magictech. Arcane circuits pulsed faintly, invisible to the untrained eye but humming with layered enchantments. Detection grids, illusion scramblers, anti-demon dampeners all seamlessly wired into the structure. A blend of steel and sorcery, corporate and arcane—this place wasn’t just defended. It was engineered to repel beings like me.
We walked straight into it.
And of course—of course—the guards detected us immediately.
The air shimmered.
An alert rune flared across the walls.
And then—boom—doors slammed open down the corridor as armored demon hunters stormed toward us. Black uniforms, silver blades, anti-demonic weapons drawn. Twelve of them. Fast. Organized.
They didn’t ask questions.
Didn’t waste time.
They charged.
I didn’t move.
Not one muscle.
Why would I?
“Take them down,” I said, voice smooth, calm.
They surged past me like hounds off leash.
Miranda drew first, her twin curved blades sliding free with a hiss that sang violence. One blade plunged a hunter’s weapon arm, the other took out his knee. She didn’t kill him. But he’d wish she had.
Buni moved next—fast and feral. His demonic form was twisted and brutal, tall and hunched like some malformed rabbit beast carved from obsidian. His long ears twitched as his claws dragged across the polished floor, leaving jagged lines. He leapt into the middle of three hunters, and with a guttural snarl, slammed his clawed fists into the ground.
A surge of black lightning burst outward like a pulse bomb, rupturing the tiles and hurling the hunters into opposite walls. One hit hard enough to dent the reinforced panel. Another bounced twice before slamming into a mana terminal. Groans. Bone-cracks. Helmets clattered to the floor in pieces.
Shadow followed—silent as death.
He didn’t walk. He flowed, his form flickering in and out of visibility like a glitch in the air. A sleek feline-shaped demon wreathed in smoke, with too many glowing eyes and a tail that split into writhing tendrils.
One blink— Then he was behind a squad leader.
A single claw pierced the space between the man’s armor plates, sliding in just under the shoulder blade.
Not fatal. But precise.
The hunter’s mana barrier flickered—then failed. His body dropped with a choked cry.
Shadow didn’t speak. He just tilted his head, the low growl in his throat echoing like laughter from somewhere under the floor.
Rave?
He didn’t charge like a brute—he took flight. With a burst of black feathers and a screech that echoed through the corridor, he launched himself into the air, his wings spread wide and jagged
He dived low, talons extended, his body a streak of obsidian across the sterile light.
The first hunter raised his blade too slow—Rave raked across his chest, claws tearing through armor like wet paper, sending him spinning into a wall. The second tried to cast, but Rave twisted midair and let loose a barrage of shadow feathers.
Dozens of razor-like quills exploded forward, pinning the man to the floor with screams and sparks.
The third barely had time to raise his shield before Rave crashed into him feet-first with a brutal aerial dropkick, wings flaring behind him.
The hunter flew backward—slammed into a reinforced mana panel, and broke it clean.
Glass. Sparks. Blood.
Rave hovered in the air, wings folding slowly. Not a word. Just a low rasp from his beak as if daring the rest to come closer.
All of it happened in seconds.
And me?
I kept walking.
Past the fallen. Past the blood.
Eyes forward.
I felt like I’d shed my old skin.
No hesitation.
No second-guessing.
I knew who I was.
And what needed to be done.
Larry was somewhere in this cursed building, and every second I wasted was another second they could shove a holy core inside him and try to overwrite who he was.
No.
I wouldn’t let that happen.
Even if I had to tear this tower down with my bare hands.
And that’s when I heard it.