The Incubus System Chapter 1219. I Don't Need Validation
The Incubus System Chapter 1219. I Don't Need Validation The shadows from the broken screens flickered across the floor, their distorted li
The Incubus System Chapter 1219. I Don't Need Validation
The shadows from the broken screens flickered across the floor, their distorted lights barely catching the edges of Nathan's restrained body. His breathing was shaky, his face pale — whether from exhaustion, wounds, or the crushing realization of where he stood now, I couldn’t tell.
I let the silence sit for a bit longer, let him stew in it.
Then I tilted my head slightly, voice low, calm.
“Anything you want to ask again, Nathan?” I said. “You look like you still don’t like me that much. Especially after our last meeting…” I let the words hang with weight, “…where you couldn’t figure out which priority you should prioritize.”
His jaw tensed. His nostrils flared. And there it was—his pride still trying to stand up even while the rest of him was literally pinned to the ground.
“You mean when I prioritized hunting you down rather than being distracted by everything else?” he snapped back. “Those wraiths… That was your job, right? Those things didn’t appear out of nowhere.”
I smiled. Dark. Slow.
“They belonged to my servant. Not me,” I said. “You’re giving me way too much credit.”
He sneered, spitting on the ground next to him. “Servant. Master. Same thing. They were there to distract us. Distracted all of us. Just so you could pull this off.”
He glanced at the screens. At the senators who now called me My Lord. At Clea standing silently next to me.
“So you could take control of the Association.”
Nathan's voice grew sharper.
“Oh right…” he added bitterly. “You even put on a nice act as if you were the hero of the day… by closing that rift.” His lip curled. “A rift you opened yourself.”
I narrowed my eyes, but let him finish.
“You played both sides. The rift divided the forces, made us desperate, easy to manipulate. I have to admit…” he exhaled, bitter, “…you’re smarter than I thought.”
Then he turned, glaring at Clea.
“And I can’t believe you even buy all his bullshit, Mrs. Chairwoman. Or…” his voice dipped into something more venomous, “has he also brainwashed you?”
Clea stiffened but said nothing.
I chuckled darkly. The sound echoed in the chamber like a blade being unsheathed.
“Seriously, Nathan?” I leaned forward, my voice dropping into something sharper. “You think that rift was my doing?”
I stood slowly, taking my time, each step calculated. My wings slightly unfolded, casting larger, longer shadows on the floor as I walked.
“What makes you think I need human validation to do what I want? Or that I need your little power games to justify anything?”
I teleported.
One blink.
I was in front of him.
The shadows pulsed around my boots as I appeared just inches away from his face.
His eyes widened. Too slow.
I grabbed his throat.
Fingers wrapping around his neck. Not enough to crush — not yet — but enough to make him gasp.
“Let me ask you something,” I whispered, my voice colder now. “You’re saying all this… but is that because you truly believe it?”
I tilted my head closer, lowering my voice into his ear.
“Or is it because you’re still pissed off that your sweet little sister prevented you from attacking me last time?”
His body twitched. His breathing hitched.
I chuckled again.
“Ironic, isn’t it? That she—” I nodded slightly, “—Jenny, has more brain cells than you.”
Nathan’s eyes flared with rage.
“She’s blinded by you—” he croaked. “She—she’s been manipulated. You’re using her emotions—”
“Am I?” I interrupted smoothly. “Or maybe she just sees the world clearer than you do. Maybe she’s not as obsessed with chasing ghosts and proving herself to people who don’t even care.”
He thrashed once, but my grip tightened.
“You don’t get it, do you, Nathan?” I said. “You’ve been fighting shadows your whole life. Trying to become the perfect Demon Hunter. The strongest. The one everyone praises. The problem is…” I leaned even closer. “You’ve spent so much time chasing strength — you never noticed who was holding the strings.”
He clenched his teeth, veins bulging.
“You turned yourself into their pawn. You hunted me while they fed off your loyalty like parasites. And you still can’t see it.”
Clea stepped forward now, voice soft, tense.
“Mr. Great Demon…” she said carefully. “That’s enough.”
I glanced at her for a second — just long enough to register her voice in my mind.
Then back to Nathan.
But this time, I loosened my grip slightly.
Nathan coughed violently, gasping for air.
“You don’t have to keep fighting me, Nathan.” I straightened up. “You’ve already lost. This world? It’s not the one you thought you were protecting.”
“You’re a monster,” he spat through heavy breaths. “You’re worse than what we swore to fight.”
I stared at him for a long moment. The wind from the ruined ventilation shafts above blew softly across the chamber.
“No.” My voice was barely above a whisper now. “I just became what the world forced me to be.”
A heavy pause.
Then I added, almost like a quiet confession.
“And the scariest part? I don’t even know if I regret it anymore.”
Nathan’s face contorted with something between hate and helplessness.
But there was nothing left for him to say.
The chamber stayed silent.
And I…
I just stood there.
Staring down at what was left of the last resistance.
My rule was no longer rising.
It was already absolute.
Nathan still lay beneath me, breathing heavily, his pride shattered but his anger still burning somewhere behind those tired eyes. He wanted to fight me. Desperately. Even now, pinned, outnumbered, hopeless — some part of him refused to stop.
But that part was exactly why I couldn’t just let him go.
I turned away slowly, facing the exit.
For a brief second, Nathan’s body relaxed.
Like he actually thought I was going to release him.
Just like that.
Yeah. No.
The problem was…
I don’t.
Without warning, I spun back, stepping toward him fast. His eyes widened — hope instantly flipped into dread.