The Incubus System Chapter 1257. Daddy Missed You
The Incubus System Chapter 1257. Daddy Missed You
The containment chamber beyond was dim, lined with silver panels and humming energy coils. At the center—
Hovering just above a glowing pedestal—
Was the blade.
Long. Black. Serrated like a devil’s grin. Covered in glowing runes that pulsed red like a heartbeat. Its handle was wrapped in something that looked like burned flesh and obsidian thread.
It turned toward me the moment I entered.
And I smiled.
“Daddy missed you,” I whispered.
Right behind me, I heard a sharp breath—
Then a soft, muffled noise. Something between a snort and a choke.
I turned slightly and glanced over my shoulder.
Syntyche had her hand over her mouth.
Eyes gleaming. Shoulders shaking.
“Oh my—” she managed, her voice strangled with laughter. “Did you just—did you seriously call yourself Daddy to a cursed demonic murder sword?”
I didn’t blink. “Technically, I killed its original owner. That makes me the rightful heir. I’m allowed a little drama.”
“You’re not a dad, you’re a demon warlord in heat—and that’s worse.”
“And yet,” I said smugly, “you still ride me.”
She groaned and half-covered her face. “I hate how hot that was.”
“Good,” I said. “Now let me vibe with my murder blade.”
I stepped forward.
The air thickened the closer I got. The room was humming—low, rhythmic, pulsing with a kind of primal mana I hadn’t felt since I broke Zatan’s ribs and turned his head into abstract art.
Yeah.
The blade remembered me.
It knew me.
It hovered mid-air, still locked in a containment field. A silver ring of light circled the base, engraved with angelic script that flared in bursts—like it was panicking. The light didn’t burn me, not yet, but I could feel the way it recoiled.
Because this system wasn’t designed to keep me out.
It was designed to contain something… less.
Something that didn’t carry royal demonic blood and a divine kill count.
Whoever built this had no idea what would happen if a Demon Lord heir walked in.
And now?
The entire holy system was short-circuiting.
“I think it’s scared,” Syntyche whispered, stepping beside me. She wasn’t wrong.
Panels on the walls flickered.
One of the power lines—holy-threaded crystal—cracked.
The security field trembled. Then it sparked like an overcharged halo and fizzled out with a dying whimper.
The blade dropped—only slightly—and hovered again. Freely. No containment. No resistance.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
Syntyche gave me a look.
“What?” I asked. “She’s shy.”
“You’re flirting with a sword now?”
“It’s not flirting,” I said, reaching out. “It’s weaponized affection.”
My fingers closed around the hilt.
And yeah. The moment I touched it?
Everything changed.
The runes on the blade flared—blood red—and a shockwave rippled through the room. Dust lifted off the floor. My coat fluttered. Even Syntyche’s silk strands jerked slightly in the air, like the weapon had just breathed.
And the blade?
It didn’t reject me.
It relaxed.
Like it had finally come home.
[You have equipped Bloodrender]
[Passive: Every successful hit increases Strength by 2% (Stacks: 20)]
“It likes you,” Syntyche said softly. “Already.”
“Guess I left an impression.”
And then I noticed it.
At the far wall. Opposite the vault entrance. Subtle, but not subtle enough.
The double mirror.
I turned my head.
Mirrored glass. Clean. Silver-edges. A little too perfect for this kind of industrial space.
No reflection.
Dead giveaway.
“Oh,” I muttered, raising my brows. “So that’s what this is.”
“What?” Syntyche asked, following my gaze.
“Observation chamber.”
I could practically feel the eyes on us now. Hidden behind the glass, like roaches behind wallpaper.
Scientists. Government researchers. Officers. Who knows how many of them. Probably sweating buckets right now. Probably holding a clipboard, wondering if it was too late to change careers.
“Hi,” I said, waving lazily at the mirror. “In case you’re confused—we’re not here for science. We’re here for my sword.”
Syntyche leaned closer. “Do you think they can hear us?”
“They will now.”
I raised the blade.
Pointed it directly at the mirror.
The glow pulsed.
And the glass cracked.
A single hairline fracture. Clean. Perfectly timed.
Like the sword was saying hello.
And that’s when the trap sprung.
I heard it first.
That click behind us. The kind of mechanical sound you don’t hear until it’s too late. Then the hiss. Of vents. Pressure release. Seals locking.
The door we came through sealed shut.
Behind the mirror, the lights flared—security red.
“Oh,” Syntyche said dryly. “Of course.”
“Of course.” I sighed.
“Containment Protocol Alpha Engaged.”
“Level-9 Demonic Threat Detected.”
“Initiating divine lockdown.”
A female voice echoed through the chamber, synthetic, calm, and definitely not paid enough.
“Oh, now they think I’m a threat,” I muttered. “But not when I was casually blowing up their ceiling earlier.”
“They waited for you to bond with the blade,” Syntyche said. “Let the demon get the weapon, then try to trap him.”
The ceiling above us shuddered.
A large panel shifted—and began opening.
Syntyche looked up. “I don’t suppose that’s the pizza delivery chute?”
A mechanical arm started descending. Smooth metal limbs, magi-tech seals, and what looked like a high-energy crystal warhead embedded into its core.
“Yup. Definitely not pizza.”
“Plan?” she asked.
I gripped the sword tighter.
It pulsed again—eager.
“Plan,” I said, voice dropping low, “is to show them why you don’t put a Demon Lord in a glass box.”
I raised my free hand.
[Demonic Energy Activated.]
[Shadow Barrier Activated.]
Black light exploded from my core. A rippling dome of darkness surged up around us as the ceiling opened fully, revealing several glowing pods preparing to drop something very unfriendly.
A barrage?
A purification field?
Didn’t matter.
Because I had something they didn’t account for.
Me.
And her.
Syntyche stepped beside me, eight threads already spinning from her fingertips like fangs woven into lace.
“Ready?” she asked.
“More than ready.” I raised the blade.
Above us, the pods dropped.
The chamber roared.
And I grinned.
Because this?
This was the part I liked.