The Incubus System Chapter 1218. Hunting The Senators V

The Incubus System Chapter 1218. Hunting The Senators V The remaining screens blinked back to life one by one. More senators joined. Some lo

The Incubus System Chapter 1218. Hunting The Senators V

The remaining screens blinked back to life one by one.

More senators joined.

Some looked shaken.

Some looked soulless.

And some… looked absolutely loyal.

Because they were.

One of them stepped forward on-screen. The last one I had taken.

Senator Darius Felwin.

He was standing tall, posture stiff, voice calm—too calm for a man who had been screaming in fear not long ago.

“My Lord,” he said, bowing his head in a way that made Clea visibly wince. “Reporting as ordered. Project oversight has been restructured. All files on Angel Creation have been marked for deletion. No further research shall continue without your approval.”

Another senator joined the chorus. “We await your standing policy, My Lord.”

I waved a hand lazily through the air like I was brushing off dust. “Fine. Then let me make things clear.”

The chamber was silent, watching. Listening.

I didn’t raise my voice. Didn’t need to.

“No more experimenting with angelic power. No more using the Demon Hunters as your expendable test subjects. That era is done.”

Murmurs of agreement echoed through the screens like echoes in a cave.

“All weapon research goes through Clea now,” I continued. “Every sealed relic. Every so-called ‘secret weapon.’ Every high-clearance vault. Every unethical side project you thought you could hide in the shadows. She gets full access.”

Clea turned toward me slowly, the weight of it visibly sinking into her shoulders. Her mouth parted slightly, hesitant.

“You’re… giving me authority?” she asked, voice lower than usual.

I nodded once. “If you say no fire… then no fire. You’re the Chief. I’m not here to wear your badge.”

I paused for a second, then smirked slightly, the edge tired but real.

“Not that I couldn’t if I wanted to,” I added. “But let’s be honest—I’ve got enough duties already. I’ve got a city to lead, and my college classes are supposed to start again soon.”

“Though… I’m sure they’ll suspend it after tonight’s incident,” I muttered. “And if that’s not enough, I’ve still got obligations for my title in the Dark Dimension. The Demon Capital isn’t exactly thriving right now.”

Clea stared at me. “You’re… still planning to study?”

I gave her a crooked grin. “If I survive all this? Yeah. I kind of miss the cafeteria and game center.”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard by the absurdity of the statement.

The silence between us stretched—not cold, not tense, just… confused. As if her brain was trying to compute how the same person who just enslaved half the Senate and restructured a military organization could also be craving cheap noodles and arcade tokens.

“…Seriously?” she asked.

I nodded, still grinning. “Yeah. I mean, sure, I’m rewriting political systems and putting divine war criminals in cages, but… I’m still a 19-year-old man at the heart.”

That got her.

Clea exhaled slowly through her nose, and then—against all odds—she smiled. Just a little.

It wasn’t the usual smile either. Not the tight, professional one.

Not the strained smile she used to wear when talking to board members or trying to survive another mission briefing.

It was small. Tired. But real.

“…Of course you are,” she said softly. “Thank you.”

I looked back toward the room. The screens. The shadows.

“And one more thing,” I added, letting the humor fade. My voice dropped.

“The Demon Hunters?” I scanned the room slowly. “They are not pawns anymore. Not yours. Not anyone’s.”

A beat of silence.

Then the screens flickered again.

And the voices answered.

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Understood.”

“As you command.”

Clea didn’t speak.

But I felt it.

That strange, quiet shift in her heart.

Maybe trust.

Maybe relief.

Maybe something else.

Whatever it was— It mattered.

Because for once?

They listened.

And no one fired.

Then another voice came.

Ivy.

‘Your Highness… Nathan is coming,’ she said.

I blinked.

“Nathan?” I muttered aloud.

Clea turned sharply. “What? He’s here?”

I reached for Ivy’s voice again through telepathy. ‘Isn’t Luna and Emma taking care of him?’

‘They are,’ Ivy replied. ‘But he’s bruised badly, bleeding through the bandages, on the verge of collapse… and still forcing himself here. Seems that idiot really wants to talk to you.’

I sighed. Hard. ‘Let him in.’

Five seconds later— Boom!

The door burst open like some kind of dramatic stage entrance.

There he was.

Nathan.

Former prodigy. Public hero. My rival. My shadow.

And yeah… he looked like hell.

His uniform was torn, half-drenched in blood. His aura was frayed, sparks of residual mana leaking from his fingertips. He looked like he’d been dragged through fire and thrown out a plane for good measure.

His eyes locked on me immediately—wild, wide, filled with disbelief and rage and something else too broken to name.

“The Great Demon…” he hissed, staggering forward. “It’s you… it’s really you—”

Then, like a dumb late-game shounen protagonist, he lunged.

Straight at me.

Like that was going to end well.

I didn’t move.

Just flicked a finger lazily.

‘Telekinesis.’

One of the power cables near the floor slithered up slightly—just enough.

Nathan’s foot caught.

He tripped.

And hit the ground hard.

“Ugh—!”

The sound of his body slapping the polished tile was almost… sad.

He tried to push himself up, groaning. His left arm trembled. His right leg dragged.

But before he could rise fully, I snapped two fingers.

The cables snapped around his ankles.

“Wh—what…?” he gasped, struggling. “Let me go…! Let me—”

“No,” I said flatly.

Clea took a step forward, but I lifted a hand. “Don’t.”

She paused. Hesitated.

“I’ve got it.”

Nathan kept fighting. “You bastard! You liar! You’re the reason—! You tricked all of us—!”

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “And yet… you’re still alive.”

That shut him up for a second.

“You’re welcome.”

“I don’t need your—”

“Shut up,” I snapped. “Look around, Nathan.”

He did.

The chamber. The screens. The senators calling me My Lord.

Clea.

Me.

And the truth finally hit him.

His body sagged in the grip of the shadows. His anger melted into disbelief.

“…You took over everything,” he whispered.

“I did.”

“Why?”

I looked down at him. Not angry. Not smug. Just… tired.

“Because I had to,” I said. “Because if I didn’t… they would’ve made another experiment.”

Nathan’s mouth opened.

But no words came out.

For once, he had nothing to say.

And the chamber stayed silent.

Because that was the truth now.

My rules.

My terms.

And even my enemies…

Were starting to understand why.