The Incubus System Chapter 1212. Expendable
The Incubus System Chapter 1212. Expendable Clea’s PoV Clea took a step forward, barely realizing it. Her breath caught in her throat. She w
The Incubus System Chapter 1212. Expendable
Clea’s PoV
Clea took a step forward, barely realizing it. Her breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure if it was awe or dread. Maybe both.
But she had to ask, even if she already knew the answer.
‘…Why now?’ she used the telepathy. ‘Why reveal yourself?’
Ethan finally turned to her.
And for a heartbeat, the monster vanished. The king. The demon. The wings.
Gone.
All that looked at her… was Ethan.
Still nineteen. Still that same complicated, infuriating boy who once brought her black coffee and forgot to zip his jacket in winter.
His eyes softened. Not by much—but enough.
‘Because they crossed a line,’ he said. ‘And because I’m done pretending they haven’t.’
Ethan tilted his head, smiling faintly—something cruel behind the curve of his lips.
“How about this…” Ethan said, his tone almost amused now. “Should I destroy this place? Or take it?”
Laughter erupted from several of the shadows.
Another voice joined in, sarcastic and smug. “Take it? Hah! You think this is our only lab?”
“We’ll just build another,” a different one added with a scoff. “Burn it. Freeze it. Piss on the floor for all we care. This facility is expendable. You’re wasting your time.”
Ethan’s smile flattened. His wings pulled inward just a little.
“So…” he said slowly, “this place… everyone in it… it’s all just pawns, huh?”
No one answered.
Ethan’s gaze swept across the glowing screens like a scythe cutting through grass.
“As long as I don’t touch you, you’re not afraid.”
No laughter this time.
The air grew heavier. The room dimmed, as if reacting to his shift in tone. The light bulbs flickered. The hum of the machines took on a nervous edge.
“You’re not scared of me because I hit a bunker,” Ethan said, voice darker now. “You’re scared I’ll reach you. That I’ll stop playing by your rules. That I’ll stop pretending I’m the problem while you play gods in the dark.”
Clea could barely hold still. Her body screamed to intervene, to pull him back, to make him stop before he crossed a line no one could uncross.
But deep down…
She didn’t want to stop him.
Not really.
She just didn’t want to be the one left behind when the world changed. When he changed it.
Because this?
This wasn’t rebellion anymore.
It was revolution.
And she wanted it.
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Ethan’s PoV
My eyes were locked on the screen.
These smug bastards. Hiding behind their flickering lights and distorted voices like they were gods behind the curtain.
Yeah… they were annoying.
But hell— I already had my plan.
Syntyche and Nefaris were in position.
Syntyche’s voice had crawled into my mind just before I arrived, smooth and sharp as always. Her new generation of spyders were already crawling through the infrastructure of this place—digital and biological. They weren’t just little demons in metallic shells anymore. No, these little freaks had evolved.
According to her, they could now manipulate actual spiders in the human world.
Piggyback off instincts. Merge memories. Intercept camera networks. Hijack surveillance lines.
So, yeah—
It wouldn’t be long before we knew where these cowards were hiding.
And Nefaris?
She wasn’t just waiting.
She was already in Lightglen City.
Right in their favorite city. Their stronghold.
Inside a military base.
Wearing her signature grin and likely leaving a trail of holy corpses and burned uniforms wherever she went.
I sat a little higher in the air, still lounging like I had nothing to prove, legs crossed, wings relaxed. My eyes never left the screens.
They laughed again.
Those distorted, smug voices.
Like I was still some test subject they could pin down. Like I was a kid playing pretend.
I let them have it for another three seconds.
Then— I smiled.
“Laugh all you want,” I said, casually flicking a wisp of shadow from my sleeve. “But if I were you? I wouldn’t be laughing.”
The laughter stuttered. A few voices still chuckled, but quieter now.
One of them hissed, voice full of mockery. “Why? What can you do, Mr. Great Demon?”
I met the screen dead-on. No humor this time. Just calm. Steady.
“I don’t know,” I said, leaning forward slightly. “Maybe… I could start by releasing more demon lords into your world.”
The room changed.
Visibly.
Audibly.
The static behind the screens wavered. Someone shifted. Another cursed under their breath.
And I wasn’t done.
“Like… say… the one in Lightglen City.”
Then— Shouts.
Behind the digital modulations of their voices, I heard it— Real voices. Panicked ones.
“M-Military base breach—”
“It’s a demon! A Demon Lord—!”
“Call backup! Lightglen is under siege!”
I tilted my head and smirked.
“What?” I said. “Now you’re afraid?”
I uncrossed my arms. My wings flared wider.
“Oh, right.” My voice dipped low. “You thought I’d only attack Aeros.”
They didn’t speak.
Of course they didn’t.
Their shadows sat frozen behind their screens.
I leaned in again. My voice was quieter now. Colder.
“But you forgot something.”
I gave them a tight, hollow smile.
“I can destroy all of your military bases in this world. Just like that.”
My fingers snapped. The sound was soft. But the meaning behind it was thunder.
They were silent again.
Not smug this time.
Not confident.
Silent.
Finally.
One of the screens flickered. A hesitant voice cut in. “W-We can talk about this—”
“Oh,” I said, nodding slowly. “Now we can talk.”
Like hell we could. But I let them believe it for one breath longer. One last illusion of safety.
Then— telepathy.
Syntyche’s voice.
Silky. Sharp. Almost playful.
‘Found one of the senators. Confirmed. I’ll send you the location. Spyder en route.’
A faint tick-tick-tick echoed from above.
I looked up.
A tiny demon spider—half steel, half carapace—lowered itself down on a glowing silk thread. Its tiny eyes gleamed, and its legs danced in twitchy, rhythmic patterns as it dropped toward my hand.
It reached the tip of my finger.
Then—bite.
Sharp. Fast. No blood, but a sudden spike of energy bloomed under my skin.