The Incubus System Chapter 1280. I Hate This Idea
The Incubus System Chapter 1280. I Hate This Idea
“Hell yes!” I grinned, lifting it slightly to catch the glow across the jagged obsidian ground.
But then I blinked.
Because the sword wasn’t whole.
Up close, I could see the fracture—split clean down the middle. Redemption was broken, its blade separated into two imperfect halves. And yet… it wasn’t falling apart.
A strange, angelic light threaded through the fracture, holding it together like veins of living fire. A tether of divine energy, sealing its halves not with metal but with raw holy power.
“Oh, right…” I muttered, frowning at it. “I forgot this thing is broken. Guess I—”
Before I could finish, my chest clenched.
-Ba-thump!
A jolt stabbed through me. Not a cut. Not a bruise. Something deeper. It was like my heart had just been rewired with barbed wire and plugged into a thunderstorm.
I winced, stumbling, clutching the hilt tighter. “Shit!”
The pain flared sharper, and instinct took over. I activated my teleportation skill, light and shadow twisting around me—
—and in the blink of an eye, I was back beside Damon.
I collapsed to my knees. The sword still in my hand, glued to me like a parasite.
“Damian!” Damon’s voice cut through the chaos as he knelt, one hand bracing my shoulder to keep me from slamming face-first into the stone. His aura flared automatically, protective, dominant, already ready to crush whatever dared attack.
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My jaw locked as another spasm ripped through me. I looked down at my hand—still clutching Redemption.
And saw it.
The angelic energy wasn’t just holding the sword together. It was pouring out of the fracture and into me. Threading up my arm. Racing through my veins. Straight into my chest.
Straight into my heart.
-Ba-thump!
The sound echoed inside me louder this time. Like my own heartbeat had been doubled with something alien.
It stung, but worse than that—it burned.
My vision blurred. My grip faltered. My breath stuttered.
And then my left eye—my blue one, not the red demon eye—flared hot. Too hot. It felt like it was melting.
I slapped a hand over it, teeth grinding. “Nngh—”
Damon’s voice thundered. “This is what I hate about this idea!”
The ground trembled beneath us.
And then, as if to confirm his words, the pit below screamed louder. The ocean of dark aura writhed, twisted, surged like it had just smelled prey. The souls, the voices, the writhing mass of corruption below us—all of it roared as if Redemption’s awakening was acid in their veins.
The earth itself cracked, fissures spiderwebbing across the platform.
The guardian appeared instantly, his composed suit rippling with sudden, dangerous aura as he raised a gloved hand. Light poured out of him—not holy light, but a deep, abyssal resonance meant to smother the wild aura. His voice was still calm, but urgent.
“Your Majesty—the mountain is breaking! You need to go. Now!”
Damon’s hand tightened on me. He was already pulling me up, dragging me toward the portal he’d begun to summon with his other hand. “Let’s go, Damian!”
“No!” My voice came out ragged, panting. I shook his hand off weakly, my body trembling under the invasive force. My breathing came sharp and uneven.
“I can’t—go back.”
My chest felt like it was tearing open from the inside. My hand, still fused to Redemption, wouldn’t unclench. Not because I didn’t want to let go—but because I physically couldn’t. The angelic tether had already fused it to me.
I clutched my chest with my free hand, nails digging into my shirt as the blue glow flared hotter behind my palm.
Damon’s eyes burned with rage, his aura spiking around him like fire. “Why?”
“Because—” I sucked in a breath, nearly choking on it. “This sword—contains angelic power!”
The words tumbled out through clenched teeth. “If we leave now—if I go back like this—they’ll feel it! Every demon in the capital will feel it! They’ll think—”
-Ba-thump!
The pain spiked, and I grunted, body bowing forward as another shock tore through me. “Ack!”
Damon’s face hardened, fury and fear twisting together. “You fool.”
He opened the portal wider, his power cracking the air, golden violet threads lashing outward. “Enough! You’ll die here if you stay!”
“I—can’t!” I gasped, chest heaving. “Not yet!”
The guardian stepped forward, shadows wrapping around him as he pushed his own aura into the air to hold back the screaming souls below. His voice was sharp now, cutting the calm. “My Lord! The mountain may collapse!”
The ground shuddered violently, stones crumbling into the abyss. The pit’s souls clawed upward, tendrils of dark aura rising like skeletal hands, trying to reach us, dragging across the broken earth.
Damon roared, his power flashing again, and reached to yank me bodily through the portal.
And that was when instinct screamed louder than his voice.
I triggered my teleport.
Gone.
Damon’s hand swiped through empty air as I vanished.
And reappeared—
In the middle of the wilds.
The air was different here. Raw. Untamed. The ground beneath my knees was cracked, overgrown with thorned roots and black moss. The smell of sulfur and feral blood carried on the wind.
The moment my aura spilled out—the moment Redemption’s angelic glow cracked against the shadows—
I felt them.
Wild demons.
Eyes. Dozens. Hundreds. Watching from the dark edges of the ruined forest. Hungry. Furious. Drawn like moths to a flame.
I staggered to my feet, chest still burning, hand still locked around the broken blade. My breathing was ragged, vision doubled, blue light searing through my covered eye.
“Shit,” I muttered, the word catching in my throat. “Bad idea.”
The first growl came from the treeline. Deep. Guttural. Answered by another. And another.
Figures shifted in the shadows. Twisted, malformed things with jagged horns, dripping maws, limbs too long, bodies too wrong. Feral demons. Drawn by my presence. Drawn by the angelic pulse searing out of Redemption.
They wanted me.
They wanted the sword.
My grip tightened on Redemption’s hilt even as my body screamed in protest.
“Come on, then,” I hissed through gritted teeth, blue light flickering out between my fingers as I covered my eye. “Let’s dance.”