The Incubus System Chapter 1227. The Only Monster in The Room
The Incubus System Chapter 1227. The Only Monster in The Room Elenna’s and others’ PoV Elenna could feel it—cut deep into the city’s soul li
The Incubus System Chapter 1227. The Only Monster in The Room
Elenna’s and others’ PoV
Elenna could feel it—cut deep into the city’s soul like a brand, seared into the concrete, the skyline, the broadcasts still rolling even though most of the operators had gone quiet.
Her fingers clutched the mic so tightly now, her knuckles had gone white beneath her gloves. The pressure in the air hadn’t eased; it simply shifted. The weight of his presence, that aura of divine-demonic fusion, pressed against every inch of her skin like gravity was trying to rewrite itself.
He looked at her.
That lazy, casual tilt of his head. That half-smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. The horns still catching flickers of blue police lights and burning overhead lamps. The wings only now folding, their edges dragging embers and shadow as if reluctant to rest.
Then he said it.
“Any more questions, human?”
That voice again. It wasn’t loud. Never needed to be. But it carried. The kind of sound that could ripple across cities if he let it. The kind that nestled behind your ears and lingered even after he fell silent.
Elenna blinked.
She could’ve ended the interview there. Should’ve, probably. Any sane person would. But logic was a dead thing in her chest right now, curled up under the pulse of adrenaline and something that felt too much like reverence to admit.
“Uh…” She cleared her throat, dragging her voice back up from her stomach. “Are you going to… make the human world your enemy? Someday?”
It came out shakier than she wanted. Not the words—but the weight behind them.
He didn’t answer immediately. Just blinked once. Slowly.
Then he smiled.
Not cruel. Not amused. Just… knowing.
“Depends,” he said softly.
The air shifted again.
Elenna felt her pulse trip. She took a half-step forward, caught off balance by the answer. “On what?”
And there—
For just a second—
It happened.
His eyes dimmed. Not entirely. Not like before. But the fire behind them flickered, and something more human slipped through. Something she hadn’t expected.
A note. A tone.
Melancholy.
It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t framed for the camera. It wasn’t shouted like a tyrant’s decree. It just… was.
And it stung.
“On how long they keep pretending I’m the only monster in the room.”
His voice wasn’t sharp then. It was quiet. Almost resigned. The kind of sound you made when you weren’t trying to win anymore—just trying to be heard before the war started again.
Elenna’s heart caught in her throat.
She saw it. Right there, for the briefest flicker—a crack in the obsidian. A shadow of grief behind all that power and control. And somehow, that one moment was heavier than everything else that came before.
He didn’t wait for a reaction.
Didn’t give her time to ask more.
His posture straightened slightly, shoulders squared. The smirk returned, this time cleaner, more practiced. Like a mask being reapplied after a brief slip.
“That’s all for now,” he said simply.
Then the shift returned.
His aura snapped back to full intensity. Pressure poured out of him like smoke from a collapsing volcano. Domination didn’t need to roar—it just existed. And it wrapped around him like a second skin now, suffocating the silence with certainty.
“Remember this night,” he added, his tone darker now—rich with something old and unbending. “Not because of what I did…”
His gaze swept the crowd, the city, the sky.
“…but because I let you remember.”
And that—that was the threat.
Not in words.
In permission.
He didn’t walk away. Didn’t step back or blink out of existence in some casual puff of mana.
Instead, he raised one clawed hand and made a gentle circular motion in the air.
The world shivered.
Mana twisted. Air bent in upon itself. A low hum spiraled up from the cracks in the ground, and the scent of ozone and sulfur and frost poured into the night like incense for a forgotten god.
A portal opened behind him.
Not just a tear in space.
A scar.
Pitch-black with swirling red veins and the faint shimmer of gold buried deep inside, like it had been carved straight from the heart of a fallen realm. The edge of the portal hissed and burned into the street behind him, etching runes into the pavement that glowed for just a second—then faded like dying fireflies.
The queens moved first.
The others followed.
And finally—
He turned toward the gate.
But stopped.
Elenna didn’t know why, didn’t dare hope.
But for one second, he turned his head over his shoulder—just enough that his eyes met hers again.
No words.
No smirk.
Just a look.
A promise?
She didn’t know.
Then—
He stepped into the portal.
And it closed.
Not with a bang.
Not with a scream.
But with a whisper of mana folding in on itself. A ripple. Like the fabric of the world had just taken a breath, held it…
…then exhaled.
Gone.
The city was quiet.
Still.
The sirens kept echoing somewhere down the block, faint and hollow now. The lights from the cameras flickered uncertainly, like even the technology didn’t know how to process what just happened.
The press crew behind her slowly began moving again.
Whispers.
Gasps.
Half-laughter from the ones too stunned to cry.
Someone dropped a mic. Another vomited behind a drone van.
And Elenna?
She stood there.
Alone in front of the residual heat still coiling in the air where the portal had been.
Her heart thundered in her chest. Her skin still tingled from proximity to that kind of raw, unfiltered power. Her mouth tasted like smoke and starlight and adrenaline.
And something else.
Like the edge of a dream she hadn’t realized was hers until it walked away.
She was still recording.
Her mic—still live.
Her body—still trembling.
But her mind?
That was on fire.
He was now everywhere.
On every screen. Every radio. Every phone.
And in every frightened conversation that would ripple across this fragile little planet by morning.
The monster had spoken.
The prince had smiled.
And now the world had to decide…
Was that salvation… or just the opening act?