The Incubus System Chapter 1359. Kind and Deadly

The Incubus System Chapter 1359. Kind and Deadly

If that was true?

Then I couldn’t let them have him.

Not the angels.

Not the realm that forgot what mercy meant.

Larry may be a dumbass.

He may eat chips at 3 a.m. and call that dinner.

He may still think folding laundry means tossing everything on a chair and praying for divine order.

But he was my friend.

And I wasn’t gonna let him end up on some angelic dissection table just because she had a hunch and a thousand year old grudge.

I reached for my Devil Space skill, ready to trap us in a shadow pocket and teleport the hell out,

But she was faster.

She snapped her fingers.

A sound like light cracking.

And then…

-Boom!

The sky above Diamond College split with a silent flash.

A dome of golden light expanded from the center of the cafeteria like a reverse explosion, smooth, soft, shimmering like water, but the moment it touched my skin?

Pain.

A sting.

A push.

Something pressed me down.

Hard.

My system screamed.

[Warning! You are in Holy Barrier.]

[All skills effectiveness - 15%]

[Emergency Protocols: On Standby]

The light hummed.

Subtle. Soft. But devastating.

It wasn’t just creating a private place for us, it was also suppressing me.

I clenched my jaw, trying not to let it show, but my fists curled under the table.

Emma stood first, a fluid motion, her hand on the back of her chair. Her eyes burned, subtle but sharp. Her body shifted slightly, legs loose and ready.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.

Olivia followed, slower, more casual, like she was still in a bar fight and hadn’t realized we’d leveled up to divine warfare. But her fingers curled, knuckles popping.

Larry stood last.

Staring at the woman with a face caught between confusion and that rising gut-sense that he was about to get slammed by lore.

Outside… In the park.

Another angel was still there too.

The beautiful woman the students had swarmed around earlier.

I was about to call it. About to stand.

To make it very clear they had the wrong guy.

“He’s not Erebus,” I said firmly. “He’s just human. A demon hunter. Don’t drag him into this.”

I stood.

My body resisted. Muscles heavy like soaked cloth.

Holy energy burned across my back like acid-soaked thread.

But I stood.

Slow. Steady.

Eyes serious.

No jokes.

No smirks.

Only me.

“The only one you’re looking for… is me.”

Her gaze slid back to me. Her lips pressed together, thoughtful.

Then back to Larry.

Then to me again.

She frowned.

“…Weird,” she murmured. “I felt it from both of you. A similar resonance. Angelic.”

She tilted her head slightly, expression unreadable.

“Aren’t both of you twins?”

I nearly choked.

‘Twins?!’

If this were any other day, I would’ve screamed.

Thrown a chair.

Declared war on destiny.

“This dumbass? My twin? Under my dead body.”

But I couldn’t laugh.

Not now.

Not while every bone in my body was ringing like a tuning fork in a cathedral.

“No,” I said, voice tight. “We’re not.”

She narrowed her eyes. The golden light around her shimmered like heat off summer pavement.

“Then… where is Erebus?”

Something behind her eyes shifted.

And her aura, her true aura, flared.

The room went cold.

No, not cold.

Still.

Silent.

Like the pause before a sword dropped.

I could feel it.

The sheer weight.

She wasn’t just some scout.

Not like the Virtues.

Not like Puriel, who even with her rank still carried warmth.

This one?

She was power.

High-tier.

Like me.

Or worse.

Like Lord Damon.

Shit.

I gasped.

Not because of her energy.

But because I finally understood what I was standing in front of.

She wasn’t a soldier.

She was a remnant. A relic.

A living memory of the old war.

When angels fought with divine wrath and demons burned kingdoms to ash.

“Answer me, Ethan,” she said.

Her voice dropped.

It echoed.

Not in volume, but in depth.

Like it came from something far beyond this realm.

I swallowed.

Then said, slowly, “Erebus is dead.”

She blinked.

“Because the battle you angels closed yourselves off from. The border you locked for thousands of years. You missed a lot of things.”

I stepped forward.

“Erebus died.”

A pause.

“He should have lived longer,” she said quietly. “He was a hybrid. His lifespan—”

“Didn’t matter,” I cut in. “His brother killed him.”

Her eyes widened.

“…What?”

“Xenos,” she said, the name falling like a stone. “Let his other son kill Erebus?”

“Yes.”

Her breath hitched.

“Why?” she whispered. “Why would he—”

And then the light around her exploded.

Golden wings burst out behind her, massive and radiant, almost touching the cafeteria walls. Her hair lifted, threads of light weaving through it. Her eyes burned, not white, but molten blue. Her body glowed with grace and rage.

It was beautiful.

Devastating.

Terrifying.

She wasn’t innocent.

She wasn’t pure.

She was kind.

But deadly.

The kind of angel you prayed to.

And feared would answer.

“Where is Xenos?!”

Her voice shook the dome.

Windows cracked.

The air trembled.

I held my ground.

Barely.

“He’s dead,” I said. “He died a long time ago. Your side locked him in the dark dimension. Sealed the realm. Left Erebus behind. Alone.”

She stared.

“Humans hated him,” I continued. “Called him a demon. Just for existing. Xenos… wanted to save him. So he used his soul core to tear a hole through the seal.”

Her lips parted.

“He died doing it. Burned out. Gone.”

Silence.

“Lord Damon found Erebus. Tried to take him home. But it was too late. Erebus believed the demon realm betrayed him too. Just like the humans…”

I exhaled.

“Those two fought. Thousands of years ago. Right here. In this realm.”

Another pause.

Then I said it.

“Erebus died.”

The dome dimmed slightly.

Only slightly.

But it was enough.

Her shoulders sagged. Her wings lowered.

“…I see.”

The light around her didn’t vanish.

But something inside her did.

A deep grief.

Old.

Heavy.

Resurfacing.

And I realized…

She hadn’t come for a war.

She’d come for someone she missed.

And I just buried him again.