The Incubus System Chapter 1343. King of Light Dimension

The Incubus System Chapter 1343. King of Light Dimension

Aurelion’s PoV

The throne of the High Realm wasn’t made of gold. Not anymore.

Once, long ago, when symbolism mattered more than purpose, when angels still cared about form over function, it had gleamed like a monument to glory. A crown carved into architecture. But time had tempered the light. The throne was now carved of ivory marble veined with translucent crystal, surrounded by faintly glowing sigils that hovered in the air like lazy fireflies. Ancient runes of command, memory, silence. The kind of silence that demanded reverence, not offered it.

And on it sat the king.

Aurelion.

Mid-thirties in appearance. Ageless in truth. His blond hair fell neatly over his shoulders, smooth and straight, like sunlight made solid. His sapphire eyes, clearer than any sky, were open now. Staring ahead.

Not at his court. That had long since been dismissed. Not at his angels. They knew better than to meet his gaze when he was like this.

No. His eyes were fixed on the air itself. The shimmer left behind from the message he’d sent, across realms, through voids, past systems. Straight to him.

The boy.

The hybrid.

The mistake that should never have drawn breath.

Aurelion inhaled slowly. Held it.

Then exhaled, and his body dissolved into particles of light.

And reappeared, soundlessly, within a long, cold hall of silver-blue marble and pale white flame. The air was sterile here. Cold. Still. Like time held its breath.

The memorial hall.

Where Gabriele’s body rested.

She lay encased in an obelisk of light and crystalline mana, suspended just above a slab of runed stone. Her eyes closed. Her lips soft. Like she was merely sleeping, waiting for the right moment to rise again.

She never would.

She was gone.

Not just dead. Gone. Her soul had unraveled. Burned up. Scattered.

For him.

For Xenos.

The underworld king. The beast. The demon. The man who should have been Aurelion’s sworn enemy, but had instead become his sister’s lover.

And the father of the boy.

That boy.

He clenched his fists. The sound echoed, not from the motion, but from the way the air cracked around him.

There were statues in each corner of the chamber. Four. Each carved from living white stone. Massive. Silent. Reverent.

The four angels he had sent to retrieve Gabriele thousand years ago. Beautiful. Loyal.

And failures.

They had not brought her home alive.

So he had sentenced them to watch over her forever. Preserved in divine stasis. Their punishment eternal. Eyes carved shut. Wings folded.

Guarding the sister they couldn’t save.

Aurelion stepped forward slowly. His boots didn’t touch the ground. He didn’t walk. He simply moved. Light trailing behind his robes like mist.

He stood at the foot of the obelisk. Looked up at her.

And for a long time… he said nothing.

Then…

“Sister.”

The word came out like ash. Heavy. Bitter.

“Your beloved son… That rotten apple is still alive.”

His tone didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.

“I suppose… Puriel succeeded. Somehow.” His lips curled faintly. “Raised him in the human world. Hid him. Let him fester in a realm beneath our feet.”

He walked slowly around the obelisk, hands behind his back, gaze never leaving her suspended form.

“I told you he would ruin you,” he murmured. “Xenos was never worthy of your affection. He was darkness. Chaos. Everything we fought to keep out of the light.”

He stopped in front of her face. Inches away.

“And you… you chose him.”

His fingers trembled slightly, though they remained clasped behind him.

“You chose him over me.”

His voice cracked.

That was the first sign. The first crack in the perfect, controlled surface of Aurelion.

“I would’ve protected you,” he whispered. “I did protect you. For centuries. When the Seraphs turned on us during the Split, I stood in front of you. When the mortals rebelled, I shielded your name. When the Elders doubted your visions, I silenced them.”

He exhaled slowly. The sound was brittle.

“And you still chose him.”

The silence pressed in.

He turned, walking toward one of the statues. The tallest. The one who had led the mission.

“You let them fail.” His voice was flat. “And I punished them for it.”

He paused, then said softly, “But I should’ve punished you.”

He walked again, pacing.

“But I didn’t. Because I loved you. I still do. Even now. Even like this.”

He stopped in the center of the room, back to her, facing the far wall. His shadow stretched out long in front of him. His hair swayed gently, though there was no breeze.

“Your son…” His jaw tensed. “He is an abomination.”

Another breath. Rougher this time.

“He defies structure. Balance. He laughs in the face of design. And now, now the realms notice him.”

He turned again, facing her once more.

“Do you know what that means, sister?” His voice was low now. Like a storm’s whisper.

“It means the world is tilting.”

His hands curled into fists again.

“The Light Realm was never meant to bow to flesh. The demon realm was never meant to touch heaven. The mortal world is not a playground for gods and beasts.”

He stepped closer to her.

“And yet… he exists.”

He looked into her face. That peaceful, eternal face.

“And I hate him for it.”

His voice cracked again. Softer this time.

“I hate him… because he’s yours.”

A pause.

“I hate him because he’s Xenos, too.”

That last part barely came out.

His eyes closed. His shoulders dropped. The tension drained, just a little.

“He reminds me of you,” he whispered. “In the worst ways.”

He reached out. His fingers hovered just over the surface of the crystal.

“I should erase him,” he said. “Wipe him from the system. Correct the error. Purify the timeline.”

His eyes burned with cold sapphire fire.

“I will make him understand what it means to be born of betrayal.”

He looked up.

And for a moment… just a moment, his voice trembled with something that sounded too much like grief.

“…Why did you protect him?” he whispered. “Why not me?”

There was no answer.

Just silence.

“I shall made him and Xenos pay…”

And her still, perfect face.

He looked away.

And vanished.

Note: Okay Book 3 is finished. The next will be Book 4. "The Light's Rotten Apple.