The Incubus System Chapter 1340. Mixed Blood
The Incubus System Chapter 1340. Mixed Blood
Something cold sliced through the calm.
A voice. In my head.
Not human.
Male.
Sharp like a blade dipped in venom.
It echoed through my skull, vibrating more than speaking aloud.
A voice dripping with disgust.
“Mixed blood… hybrid. What a disgusting creature. You are the light dimension’s disgrace.”
My eyes snapped open.
The warmth vanished.
Every muscle tensed.
And something dark slithered awake inside my chest.
The peace ended.
The storm began.
Not in a flashy, thunder-cracking kind of way.
No. It was colder than that.
Quieter.
The kind of shift that made the air too still. The kind of moment where even the ocean stopped for a breath.
My skin prickled. Not from arousal. Not from lingering afterglow. But from instinct. That buried demon part of me, the one that never joked and didn’t care about volleyball or kisses or my poor, abused dignity, woke up and said ‘get up’.
Camila noticed first.
She brushed her hair back and leaned in with a smirk. “What’s the matter, Ethan?”
But then she saw my face.
Not the playful one.
Not the cocky one.
The other one.
The serious one.
Yeah. They knew that face.
The one that didn’t belong on a half-naked boy still trying to recover from beachside oral.
The one that spelled real trouble.
The kind of trouble no moan could distract me from.
I slowly sat up, brushing sand from my arms, my muscles sore but alert. My eyes scanned the sky. The beach. The corners of the world even though I knew it wasn’t here.
It was in my head.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t real.
“Ethan?” Emma asked softly, touching my shoulder.
I didn’t answer right away.
I was still listening.
Still waiting.
Because the voice… the one I’d heard just before I came apart… that low, cold, male voice…
That wasn’t a random echo.
That was a warning.
And then my eyes met hers.
Puriel.
Yeah, her expression matched mine.
Tense. Cold. Focused.
“Puriel…” I said carefully.
She looked at me immediately. Her wings had retracted slightly. Her posture straightened. A holy edge in her breathing.
“That voice,” I said. “Was that from your realm?”
She didn’t respond right away. Her eyes didn’t blink.
“I guess…” she finally whispered.
“Who?” I asked.
Her lips pressed together. Her jaw flexed.
“The borders between realms…” she started slowly, almost mechanically, “they’ve been unstable. But after what Beel did, those borders didn’t just unstable. They became thinner. Fragile on one side, sharp on the other.”
“And the upper realm?” I asked, already feeling the answer squeeze in my chest.
“It still holds more energy,” she said. “It’s more stable. Which means… only a few can communicate outward.”
“Angels,” I guessed. “Only high-ranking ones.”
She nodded.
“Then who?” I asked again.
Her throat worked as she swallowed. She didn’t want to say it.
Then she did.
“The king,” she whispered. “The voice belongs to King Aurelion.”
Silence.
Yeah. That name landed like a hammer on stone.
Even the sea stopped whispering.
King of the Light Dimension.
Ruler of the upper realm.
The highest authority over the Celestials.
The one whom my ancestor, Gabriele, bowed to.
The one who sat above laws, judgment, and even death.
I exhaled slowly. My body didn’t move. My heart didn’t race. It just settled. Heavy.
“So,” I said finally. “What did he say to you?”
Puriel nodded. Her voice came lower. Strained. “He said I have been… tainted.”
I looked up at her.
She looked away. “He said… he was disappointed. That I should’ve died with Gabriele. That I’ve lived in disgrace long enough.”
Her lip curled slightly in a bitter smile. “I guess I really have fallen.”
I stood, slowly, the embarrassment fading beneath the new weight pressing on my chest.
“You didn’t fall,” I said. “They left you.”
She looked at me then. Fully. Her wings trembled. Her jaw clenched.
Emma moved beside me, her eyes searching my face. “And what did he say to you, Ethan?”
I looked at her. Then at everyone.
They were waiting.
“I got called a disgusting creature,” I said simply. “A hybrid. A mixed blood. A disgrace.”
Ruby let out a sharp hiss. Her eyes glowed. “How dare he…”
I gave a faint smile. “Well, to be fair… that’s not new. They’ve had their standards. I just don’t fit them. Hell… I raised here, Lilieth found me first and turned me into a demon.”
Mia’s tail curled slightly around her waist. “Maybe. But we’re not living in his realm.”
“This isn’t his backyard,” Celia muttered, arms crossed. “He doesn’t get to bark at people from a cloud like he owns the whole damn ocean.”
“I don’t even like the ocean,” Ruby added. “But I’d burn the whole beach down if he talks to you like that again.”
I chuckled. But it didn’t reach my eyes.
Because yeah… this was bigger than some holy insult.
This was a message.
A warning.
He reached out. To me. To Puriel. On a day like this. Right after everything.
This wasn’t coincidence.
This wasn’t passive.
This was a move.
I stood up completely now. I adjusted my pants, tugging the waistband into place. Sand still clung to my hips. My hair was a mess. My face had been covered in kisses minutes ago.
But all of that faded.
“That…” I said, voice steady, “I don’t care about.”
Everyone looked at me.
“The insult. The judgment. Whatever morality they hold… fine. Let them keep it. I’m not going to die of shame just because some glowing king on a throne doesn’t like my bloodline.”
I paused. My voice dropped.
“The only problem is…” I looked up at the sky. “This feels like the beginning of something worse.”
And right then…
The wind shifted.
And another voice whispered into my ear.
Low. Smooth. Almost like it was inside my skull.
But colder. Not divine. Not warm.
It echoed from a place far beyond clouds or stars.
“The new chapter has begun… Anomaly.”
I didn’t flinch.
Didn’t blink.