The Incubus System Chapter 1207. Demon Hunter HQ II
The Incubus System Chapter 1207. Demon Hunter HQ II In less than a minute, the elevator was silent. The last hunter slumped over, breathing
The Incubus System Chapter 1207. Demon Hunter HQ II
In less than a minute, the elevator was silent. The last hunter slumped over, breathing but unconscious, body scorched by friendly fire.
I raised one hand lazily.
‘Telekinesis.’
Their bodies lifted like ragdolls and slid gently out of the elevator. A neat pile of unconscious fools left stacked like garbage at the doorway.
I stepped in.
My claws retracted with a soft hiss. My hand hovered over the console. Buttons glowed—each one carved with subtle runes, each representing a floor buried deeper and deeper beneath the earth.
The others followed.
Buni walked in, sniffed the air. “Smells like scorched pride.”
Shadow glided next to him, silent, eyes glowing faintly.
Miranda stepped in behind them, face calm, blades dripping faint traces of energy.
Rave landed last, folding his wings tight.
All of us got in.
Like decent human beings.
Though none of us were.
I pressed the bottom floor.
And down we went.
The elevator began its descent with a soft whirr—smooth, almost too smooth. Like they wanted us to think this would be easy.
Yeah. Right.
The lights flickered once. Just enough to put the edge back in the air. My eyes locked on the glowing floor indicator as it ticked downward through the levels, one after another. Each passing second tightened something in my chest. Larry was close. I could feel it. His mana thread wasn’t getting stronger, but it was holding on. Barely.
We were halfway down when the elevator jerked violently.
“Hold up,” Miranda muttered, gripping the handrail. “They’re doing something.”
I narrowed my eyes and thought for a second. “Bet they’re trying to drop us,” I announced.
Another deep rumble above confirmed it.
-BOOM!
The entire cabin shuddered. A sharp, unnatural lurch followed. Screeching metal. Grinding gears. We were falling.
“Hang on!” I barked, already moving.
The floor dropped out beneath us.
‘Barrier.’
[You have formed a barrier.]
A dome of dense mana surrounded all of us instantly, absorbing the shock and stabilizing our bodies as gravity yanked the elevator into freefall.
‘Telekinesis.’
I reached upward with my mind, catching the elevator like it was a puppet on a string. The weight groaned in my head—a pressure like trying to stop a boulder mid-air—but it held.
The descent slowed. Then steadied. The elevator stopped shaking.
And just like that, we were descending again.
Like a normal elevator.
I rolled my neck with a click. “Well… that could’ve gone worse.”
Buni grinned, fangs flashing. “Do it again.”
“No.”
The only real problem?
I had no idea what floor we were on anymore.
The display was busted. Cracked and flickering in random patterns.
But honestly? Didn’t matter.
We were close. I felt it. Whatever was waiting for us—whether it was Larry or whatever twisted version of a “project” they’d built down here—I was done playing by their rules.
The elevator hit bottom with a dull thud. Heavy. Final.
I stepped forward and raised one clawed hand.
-SWIPE!
The steel doors didn’t just bend—they shattered inwards like glass under a sledgehammer. Glass sparked and failed as the reinforced frame gave way to my demonic power.
And of course, because this place couldn’t let anything go quiet. Another team was waiting for us.
Demon hunters. Full armor. Formation tight. No hesitation.
They moved fast. Efficient.
But not faster than me.
‘Teleport.’
I vanished.
In a blink, I appeared behind their formation—right behind the squad leader. He turned just as my shadow swallowed him.
Too late.
I grabbed him by the throat.
‘Dark Bound.’
Black tendrils wrapped around his limbs like living chains, pulsing with corrupted energy. His sword dropped. His mouth opened, but I tightened my grip just enough to let him know the difference between breathing and screaming was in my hands now.
The rest of the team lunged at me—but my people already had them covered.
Rave dive-bombed from above, scattering them with piercing feather strikes.
Buni tackled one across the hallway and drove his claws into the hunter’s armor, dragging him through a wall.
Shadow blinked from corner to corner, slicing between guards like he was playing tag with their shadows.
Miranda stood firm—blades out, deflecting shots with effortless precision and ending movements with brutal, elegant counters.
They had this.
I leaned down near the squad leader’s ear.
“I need you to give me a safe permit to the room where the Angel Creation project is,” I said, calmly. “I heard you’re trying to make another one. That right?”
He glared up at me, still thrashing despite the binds squeezing his limbs like a vice. “I’ll die before I help a monster like you.”
I smiled, sharp and cold. “Cute. But that’s not the question I asked.”
He spat toward my feet. “You think this is some game? What we’re doing down here—it’s for the sake of humanity. We’re building weapons. Shields. Hope. You wouldn’t understand.”
I tilted my head slightly. “I understand enough to know your ‘project’ crosses a line. And you’re all so damn proud of it, too. Dressing it up like salvation when it reeks of desperation and rot.”
He growled. “You demons don’t get it. You’ve never watched your cities fall. Your people torn apart. This project is how we make sure that never happens again.”
I took a slow step closer. My voice dropped, low and cold. “You lost everything because your leaders made enemies of things they didn’t understand. And now? You’re trying to manufacture miracles like they’re bullets. Playing with holy fire in a basement and pretending it’s righteous.”
He didn’t have a comeback for that.
Just silence.
Tight, defiant silence.
But the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes said plenty.
“Look, I already know where the room is. All I need is your clearance. Just a little passcode. That way I don’t blow the whole goddamn wing apart.”
Silence.
He swallowed.
“You’re storing a massive concentration of holy power in that room, right?”
His eyes flicked—just for a second. Just enough.
I grinned. “That’s what I thought.”
He didn’t respond.
Didn’t have to.
I already knew.
I just needed to say it.
Because if he didn’t give me that permit…
Then I was absolutely going to reduce their angelic experiment to holy dust and scattered bones.