The Incubus System Chapter 1342. Vacation is Over

The Incubus System Chapter 1342. Vacation is Over

Yeah. Vacation officially over.

Not with fireworks. Not with confetti.

But with divine judgment and a floating tennis-ball-sized eye whispering about god-level entities setting their gaze on my soul.

Three days.

Three beautiful, sinful, chaotic days.

Sex? Amazing.

Bonding? Real.

Volleyball? Legendary.

Sunsets, kisses, teasing, exhaustion, and dozens orgasms later? Also check.

And now?

Now I was back in Camila’s sleek black car.

Sitting by the window.

The villa faded in the distance behind us. A picturesque slice of paradise built for debauchery and laughter, now just a memory in the rearview mirror.

Palm trees waving a slow goodbye in the wind. The sea catching golden light like a mirror.

I stayed silent.

The road was quiet.

The hum of the tires on asphalt.

The scent of salt still lingered on my skin, along with something sweeter, muskier. The echo of skin on skin, moans, and breathless laughter still clung to my thoughts. I didn’t even bother adjusting the collar of my half-unbuttoned shirt.

I sat by the window, watching the beach and the villa fade from view. They looked smaller now. Distant. Like a dream I’d just woken up from.

College was in a few days.

Semester three.

Back to the human world. Back to pretending I was just some guy with a student ID and a half finished essay.

But I knew better.

Because this wasn’t just a shift between vacation and real life. This wasn’t just me going from beaches to books.

The Infernal Court’s power vacuum was about to explode.

Beel and Zatan’s seats unclaimed.

And now? Now the Light Dimension had its eyes on me.

Not just angels. The king.

And that changed everything.

Because if war breaks out from above, then nothing, mortal, demon, or divine, is safe.

And me?

Yeah.

I’m the fuse.

Puriel’s voice broke the silence beside me.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind.”

I turned my head slowly.

She looked relaxed. Seatbelt over her white blouse. Legs crossed. But her wings twitched slightly in her backless seat, even folded. A subtle giveaway.

I smiled faintly. “You too.”

She huffed. “Of course I do. But I asked first.”

I let the smile drop and leaned my head back against the seat. The wind from the slightly opened window brushed against my hair, drying the sweat that hadn’t fully faded.

“What am I thinking?” I echoed. “A lot of things.”

She waited.

I sighed. “Like… why does the king hate me?”

She tilted her head. “You know why.”

“Do I?” I looked back out the window. “Okay, yeah. I do. Anomaly. Hybrid. Unclean. Tainted. Unworthy. Blah blah blah. Angels don’t like demons, and demons don’t like angels. I get it.”

A pause.

A little silence, flavored by bitter reflection.

“But I didn’t do anything to him,” I muttered. “I didn’t bomb his house. I didn’t insult his mom. I didn’t even step into his golden heaven of judgmental assholes.”

Puriel didn’t speak. She just watched.

“I live peacefully,” I said. Then winced. “Okay. Mostly peacefully.”

The memory flickered.

Me standing in front of that mortal secret base.

The look on the human higher up’s face before my sword ripped the artillery vault open.

The absolute disrespect I delivered to several high-ranking officials.

“Okay, technically, I’ve destroyed several human military properties,” I admitted. “But only the shady ones.”

A beat.

“And I’ve never attacked an angel.”

Puriel raised an eyebrow.

I pointed at her. “You don’t count. That was not an attack. Though it was more like an invasion... But we did it with consent.”

She chuckled under her breath.

I groaned. “What’s the deal with them?”

She looked forward. “You know the answer, Ethan.”

I didn’t reply.

She said softly, “Because you exist. That’s enough for them to fear you. You were never supposed to be real. You were never part of the story. The Light Realm operates on structure. On design. Everything has a category. And you?”

I scoffed. “I break categories.”

“You are a category.”

I laughed dryly. “Cool. I should trademark that. Hybridus Disgusticus.”

She didn’t smile.

I sighed again.

“I never asked to be born this way,” I muttered. “Didn’t raise my hand in the void and say ‘Hey, sign me up for rejection and internal chaos.’ I just… exist.”

She nodded. “So do I.”

That made me look at her.

She stared straight ahead. “Gabriele wanted me to take her son,” she whispered. “To save him. To take him to the Light Realm. Raise him there. Crown him as an angel. Give him a life free from blood and war.”

Her hands trembled slightly in her lap.

“But I failed,” she said, barely breathing. “They left. Everyone left. I couldn’t protect him. I couldn’t save anyone.”

She swallowed, the sound barely audible over the hum of the engine.

I stared.

And then I said it.

Quiet. Honest.

“I like my power though.”

Puriel looked at me.

“I do,” I said. “I like my instincts. My eyes. My strength. I like the way magic wraps around me like it belongs there. I like being fast. I like being dangerous. Cause I was weak once…”

Another breath.

“Damn it,” I muttered. “I like it. All of it.”

Puriel said nothing.

Emma stirred in the back seat, murmuring something about sunscreen and chocolate.

Ruby shifted, curling tighter into her beach towel.

Celia muttered “cheater boobs” in her sleep.

I watched them for a moment. My girls. My chaos. My tether.

I whispered, “Is that the sin? That I like it?”

“No,” Puriel said gently. “The sin is that you don’t regret it.”

I smiled. Just a little.

“Then I’m doomed.”

We drove in silence for a while.

The highway bent along the coast. Blue skies stretched like watercolor. The villa faded entirely now, behind the cliffs.

Ahead? City life.

Classrooms. Cafeteria food.

And somewhere, above all that?

A king of light watching me like a blinking error in his code.

Fun.

Totally looking forward to that.