The Incubus System Chapter 1213. Here You Are
The Incubus System Chapter 1213. Here You Are [Notification: Classified Spyder Unit has transmitted location data.] [Location Identified: So
The Incubus System Chapter 1213. Here You Are
[Notification: Classified Spyder Unit has transmitted location data.]
[Location Identified: Southern Edge. Private Estate. Hidden bunker level. Coordinates uploaded to mental map.]
The image flashed into my mind like a brand—
A concrete complex. Coastal edge. Hidden by a forest. Guarded by demon hunter elites.
Cute.
I let the spider crawl off my finger and flicked it gently back into the air.
“I guess…” I said, rising higher now, wings glowing, eyes burning through the monitors, “I’ll visit one of you.”
Panic rippled again. Someone cursed. Another tried to cut the feed. A third shouted for security.
Too late.
I raised my hand.
A sharp twist.
And space bent in front of me like melting glass.
A swirling portal ripped into the room, violet and red, pulsing with demonic energy. Heat blasted outward.
My smile dimmed.
No more banter.
No more warnings.
Just consequences.
“I’ll be back,” I said coldly. “Maybe.”
And then I lunged into the portal.
The world around me twisted—colors warping into lines, pressure curling like a fist around my ribs. I felt my wings ripple in the warped magic as I sliced through space.
Then—impact.
I landed hard.
Boots cracking against stone. The air was damp. Cold.
Dim lights flickered overhead—pale blue bulbs embedded in rusting, cement walls. I didn’t need Observation to tell me I was underground.
A bunker.
Thick steel beams, reinforced plates, mana-anchored locks. The hum of anti-demon wards still trying to reset after my forced entry.
And standing at the far end— The senator.
Not a shadow anymore.
Not a voice behind a screen.
Just a man.
And yeah, seeing him now? It was almost underwhelming.
He was older. Maybe mid-sixties. Wrinkled face, expensive suit that didn’t fit the room. He reeked of perfume and fear. His hair was thinning, but slicked back in a desperate attempt at dignity.
Behind him—four guards.
Not just any guards. Demon hunters.
Elite-tier, judging by their gear. They wore dark battle suits, embedded with holy enchantment sigils. Their eyes flashed behind their visors as I arrived. No hesitation. Weapons raised.
Trained.
Oh, and the kicker?
One of the wall-mounted screens still flickered on in the corner.
Still linked to the Demon Hunter HQ chamber.
Still watching.
Perfect.
I took a step forward. The bunker groaned under the sudden pressure in the air.
“Here you are,” I said. Calm. Cold. Final.
The senator paled. He backed up fast, nearly stumbling over the power cables running across the floor.
“G-Guards! Kill him!”
Swords drawn. Guns charged. Holy seals crackled in their hands—designed to paralyze demons.
I exhaled through my nose.
Then raised my hand.
“Telekinesis.”
My fingers twitched.
They didn’t even see it.
One was flung sideways into the wall, his head hitting concrete with a sickening thunk. Another’s legs bent backwards as I pulled his knees out from under him mid-run. The third got suspended mid-air, weapon ripped from his hand and spun violently until it shattered. The fourth?
I let him charge. Just for a second. Let him feel brave.
Then I flicked two fingers.
He crumpled like a ragdoll.
They weren’t dead. Just paralyzed.
And now?
“Dark Bound.”
[Skill Activated: Dark Bound]
[Duration: 10 minutes]
Shadows burst from under my feet like black vines. They surged forward, snaking around the twitching guards, binding their arms and legs to the cold floor. Black tendrils latched onto their mouths and eyes, silencing them.
Just me and the senator now.
He tripped backward and hit the far wall, gasping.
“I—I didn’t mean to—this wasn’t my call—I didn’t approve the experiment—”
I ignored him.
I stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately.
His back hit a reinforced bulkhead door. No way out.
I tilted my head slightly.
Then focused.
“Observation.”
His status bar flared above his head.
[Name: Senator Halworth Grayvine]
[Level: 2]
[Race: Human]
[Affiliation: Central Senatorial Authority]
[Condition: Frightened, Soul Integrity – Stable]
[Title: Executive Overseer]
Level 2.
Weak.
A bastard with money and power, sitting on top of a machine built from blood and control.
I took one more step. His breath hitched audibly.
“No—no, please—I can help—”
“Now…” I said softly, “let’s end this.”
I reached out and gripped his head.
His scalp was clammy with sweat.
I pressed my thumb against his forehead.
He screamed—only once.
Because then—
“Mind Corruption. Rewrite.”
[Skill Activated: Mind Corruption ]
[Target: Halworth Grayvine ]
[Progress: 12%...]
His eyes rolled back. His limbs spasmed. A black circle of glyphs spun beneath his feet, layered in demonic script.
[Progress: 44%...]
He made gurgling sounds now. Pupils flickering. I saw his mind fracturing—splinters of memory, lies, and command structures breaking apart.
[Progress: 71%...]
His body went limp. His mouth hung open.
I leaned closer, voice cold.
“You were willing to sell those demon hunters’s lives out for victory. You mocked me. Laughed at my kind. Told your people to kill people because they didn’t align with your narrative.”
[Progress: 92%...]
“And now?” I whispered. “Now you’re mine.”
[Mind Corruption: Complete]
[Subject Halworth Grayvine has been overwritten.]
[Assigned Role: Agent of Ethan Strongheart]
[Subconscious Command: Protect Ethan’s name, goals, and allies at all costs]
His eyes opened again.
Blank. Empty. Then slowly… they focused.
On me.
He dropped to his knees.
“My lord,” he muttered. “What is your will?”
I let go.
The cold in the air lifted slightly.
I looked back to the screen in the corner—still linked to HQ. Still transmitting. I could almost feel the frozen horror on the other side.
I smiled.
“Enjoy the show?” I said casually, eyes flicking toward the still-connected screen in the corner. “Hope you’re recording. You’re going to want to review this later.”
Static crackled faintly. No one on the other end said a word, but I could feel them. Watching. Shaken. Furious. Afraid. They hadn’t shut the feed off—probably too stunned. Probably too dumb.
That’s fine.
Let ‘em watch.
Then— A familiar voice slithered into my mind.
‘Target two located,’ Syntyche purred through the telepathic link. ‘Private chapel, high-security vault. Coordinates sent. Spyder just crawled up his ass—almost literally. You’re gonna love this one.’