The Incubus System Chapter 1236. Peace Incarnate
The Incubus System Chapter 1236. Peace Incarnate I sat there a while, blanket tangled around one leg, the faint scent of pizza grease and so
The Incubus System Chapter 1236. Peace Incarnate
I sat there a while, blanket tangled around one leg, the faint scent of pizza grease and soda hangover wafting through the room like post-party incense. Larry mumbled something in his sleep and turned over, hugging a crust like it was the love of his life.
I rubbed my face.
“...I wonder if it came from the Light Dimension,” I muttered, voice scratchy. “I mean… Puriel did communicate with me through dreams before. So…”
I trailed off, frowning. The dream hadn’t felt like some random mental glitch or stress spill. It was too focused. Too clean. Like someone had threaded their voice through the gaps in my thoughts, like a needle pulling silk.
“So yeah… this must be the same,” I mumbled, eyes narrowing. “Just a dream message. From someone... up there.”
I tried to convince myself that was good news.
“She didn’t sound hostile,” I added out loud, because saying it made it feel more real. “Which is… yeah. Good. I guess.”
But the tone stuck with me. That soft, ancient calmness that didn’t quite belong to something human. And then… There was him.
My frown deepened.
“But the voice yesterday…” I muttered. “The male one. That didn’t sound peaceful. Or supportive. That was some ‘I’m judging you from heaven’s hallway’ kind of energy.”
I crossed my arms, leaning back against the couch, eyes drifting up like maybe the ceiling would blink back.
“And based on what happened with Xenos, and Erebus’s memories… if the others from that place find out I’m a Nephilim who’s killed demon lords, brainwashed some higher-ups, and had sex with a high angel—”
I paused.
“—They might not like me,” I finished.
Understatement of the millennium.
I was like a broken cog jammed into their clean celestial clockwork. Too chaotic for the Light, too sentimental for the Shadow. Just me. The interruption.
“I just hope they won’t give me trouble,” I muttered with a sigh, flopping my head back. “I mean—I’m peaceful, right?”
Silence.
And not the comforting kind.
I blinked. Looked around. Red was still snoring, belly-up like a rug in full surrender. Shadow had moved to the bookshelf again, tail twitching. Larry snorted awake, murmured something about “no pineapple,” and rolled over.
I bit my lip.
“…Right,” I said again, weaker now. “Totally peaceful.”
Except for the part where I may have permanently brainwashed a few human political figures to not pursue an anti me purge.
Also the demon-slaying.
Yup. Peace incarnate.
I stared at the ceiling.
“Nothing’s happened yet. I won. The city’s safe. I need to relax. Like, really relax. Maybe... sex. A lot of sex.”
I heard a faint rustle in the hallway.
“Or vacation. Yeah. Better. Vacation plus sex. That’s the dream, right?”
I stood up, cracked my spine, and yawned like a bear awakening from existential dread. My hair was a mess. My soul was a mess. My kitchen was probably a mess too, but that was the kind of problem Future Ethan could suffer through.
Right now?
Tea.
I needed tea.
Just good old-fashioned leaf juice. Human-style.
I shuffled into the kitchen, dragging my blanket behind me like a king's robe, humming some off-key theme from a cartoon I barely remembered. The tile was cold under my feet. The faucet groaned like it hated me.
Perfect.
I grabbed the fancy teapot and filled it with water. A twist of the knob, and the gas stove crackled to life, humming softly with fire.
The kitchen still smelled like cinnamon and Rave’s bad decisions.
I picked a sleek tin from the top shelf—some overpriced blend labeled Elder Moonflower Serenade. It had sparkles in it. Literal sparkles. A dust of gold, maybe?
“Hey… I don’t know, we have fancy stuff.”
I dumped a pinch into the strainer and watched the hot water bloom with magic-infused blue steam. The scent hit me instantly—floral, a little sweet.
I smiled.
Not the fake kind. Not the war grin. A real, sleepy, kinda stupid one.
This… this was peace.
I poured the tea into one of my less-chipped cups, wrapped both hands around it like it was a holy relic, and wandered back to the living room.
It was chaos.
Blankets still everywhere. Half a slice of pizza sliding off the armrest. Buni had made herself a hat out of tissues. Red twitched in his sleep and murmured, “Good boy…”
I took a long, slow sip of tea and grinned.
“Ah… normal life at last.”
The flavor danced on my tongue like warm sunlight. I leaned back against the doorway, basking in the post-sleepover madness, and let the calm settle in.
For maybe three full seconds.
Then—
short-circuit
Something jolted in my brain.
That horrible little ding of forgotten responsibility hit me like a thrown toaster.
I blinked.
Twitched.
Froze.
“…Wait.”
Oh no.
No no no.
I stood there, cup halfway to my lips, eyes wide.
“…I forgot something.”
Another second passed.
And then it hit me like a demon lord’s cleaver.
“Oh shit! BLOODRENDER!”
The cup nearly flew out of my hand.
I smacked my forehead with my palm.
“Zatan’s damn weapon! I forgot to grab it! After I kicked his ass—after the giant rift—the damn sword dropped somewhere and I just LEFT?!”
Larry groaned from the couch, squinting with one eye. “Wha… blood what now?”
“Bloodrender!” I snapped, pacing like an unhinged raccoon in pajamas. “The sword! His sword! The crazy cursed one that drips molten blood! That sword!”
Larry blinked. “Why would you want that?”
“Because I beat him and that was supposed to be the loot! And also—maybe don’t leave sentient demonic weapons lying around where some idiot could pick it up and trigger the next apocalypse?!”
“Ohhh,” he said slowly. “That does sound bad.”
“Bad?!” I shrieked. “This is like beating the final boss and forgetting to open the treasure chest!”
“Technically,” Shadow said from atop the bookshelf, not even looking up, “it’s like beating the boss, watching the treasure chest explode, and walking away because you wanted to hug your harem instead.”
“Not helping!” I hissed. “I was dying. I needed sex.”