The Incubus System Chapter 1360. Same Resonance

The Incubus System Chapter 1360. Same Resonance

“Then… what are you, Ethan?”

Her voice wasn’t sharp anymore.

Not accusing.

Not burning with holy pressure.

Just quiet.

Soft.

Hopeful.

She looked at me with those strange eyes, wings still flared behind her, hair shimmering with leftover radiance. The cafeteria was dead silent, no more whispers, no more staring students, not even the soft hum of the AC. Time felt like it stopped.

I opened my mouth.

Then closed it.

Because what was I, really?

I wasn’t just some incubus with bedroom skills and a family problem.

I wasn’t just a business major trying to pretend his class ranking mattered more than his soul lineage.

And I wasn’t just a leftover spark of Erebus.

So I looked her in the eye and said, “I… I’m Erebus’ descendant.”

She inhaled.

And then?

Without a single word.

She stepped forward and hugged me.

Not a tap on the back.

Not a polite pat.

A full, arms wrapped around, chest pressed hug.

And because the universe apparently hates me and I’m cursed with this body and this height…

My face landed.

Right between her boobs.

Warm. Soft. Glowing. Smelled like starlight and fresh linen.

And yeah.

I just got another boob hug.

My arms froze awkwardly midair while my brain screamed a choir of inappropriate things.

Internally?

My incubus instinct and teenage hormones high-fived and popped confetti.

She held me like I was something precious. Her chin rested on top of my head. Her fingers tangled lightly at my back. She didn’t say anything for a second, just breathed, long and slow, like she had been waiting years for this moment.

“I knew it,” she whispered. “I knew he wouldn’t disappear forever…”

I mumbled something from inside the hug.

Probably inappropriate.

But she pulled back slightly. Looked down at me. Smiled.

“I’ll protect you,” she said softly. “From him. From the demon king. From Damon.”

That… was sweet.

Really. Adorable.

Except…

“I’m also Lord Damon’s son.”

She paused.

Blink.

Tilted her head like a cat that just heard something weird.

“…What?”

I coughed. Straightened slightly, face still awkwardly close to soft holy territory. “Yeah. About that. I, uh… technically also descend from Damon.”

Her grip loosened a little.

Her brows drew together.

“That’s… that can’t be.”

I nodded, trying not to suffocate on boobs or judgment. “Yeah, I know. Trust me. I know. It’s weird.”

She stepped back fully now, blinking like the numbers weren’t adding up.

“Explain,” she said flatly.

I rubbed the back of my neck. “I died once.”

Her eyes widened.

“Demons killed me,” I said quietly. “Tore me apart. No mercy. Everything went black.”

I swallowed.

“But then… the Demon Queen came.”

Her eyes widened just a little.

“She was too late to save me. But when she saw me… she realized something. My blood. It matched her dead son’s. Same resonance. Same lineage echo.”

I clenched my fist. “So she did the only thing she could.”

“She gave me a fragment of his soul. His power. Not enough to resurrect him completely… but enough to pull me back.”

I let out a slow breath.

“I revived as an incubus.”

Her mouth parted slightly. “But… no. That shouldn’t be possible. You can’t be both.”

“I am.”

She frowned. “It’s forbidden. Their lines weren’t supposed to ever cross.”

“Well,” I muttered, “someone clearly missed the memo.”

Silence.

The dome above still shimmered faintly, but no longer oppressive. Her wings slowly lowered, not gone, but tucked back like she was thinking hard.

“You carry both?” she said. “Erebus and Damon?”

“Apparently.”

“You should’ve imploded.”

“Thanks.”

“No. I mean, your body. It shouldn’t be able to contain both energies. It should’ve broken apart. Rejected one.”

“It didn’t,” I said. “Somehow… it didn’t.”

She stared.

Eyes scanning every inch of me now.

Not in a lusty way.

In a scientific curiosity kind of way.

Like she was about to write a thesis on me titled ‘Why This Idiot Still Exists.’

“And you feel fine?”

“Kind of?”

She blinked slowly. “You’re… not what I expected.”

“Join the club.”

Then, she did something terrifying.

She smiled again.

But this time?

There was interest behind it. Dangerous curiosity. That same kind of gleam I’ve seen in Olivia’s eyes when I take off my shirt or when Emma discovers new lingerie.

I backed up a step. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the final boss of your theological thesis.”

She laughed, gentle and chiming. “You are the first living contradiction I’ve ever met. That makes you… rare.”

“Rare’s just a sexy word for problematic.”

“I could study you.”

“Please don’t.”

She stepped forward again. “You survived both legacies. Erebus’ body. Damon’s power. That makes you…”

“Please stop with the biology lecture.”

“…divine.”

Oh hell.

I could feel it.

That warmth.

That flaring aura.

She was admiring me.

Not spiritually.

Physically.

And my d*ck?

Still between pride and panic. I mean… why the boob hug?

Larry muttered behind me, “Bro, you better fix this before she mounts you on a glowing altar.”

Emma whispered, “Should we… stop this?”

Olivia didn’t even blink. “Nah. Let’s see how far it goes.”

But then the angel stepped closer again. Not to fight. Not to attack.

Just… curious.

Gentle.

Her fingertips brushed my cheek.

“Gabriella’s power always produced beautiful sons,” she said softly.

I felt my soul leave my body for a second.

“I—uh. Yeah. Thank you. I moisturize.”

She tilted her head, smiling. “And Xanos… He created life through pain. Rebirth. Sacrifice. You are their echo.”

My throat tightened.

Because in that moment?

I felt it.

Not just pressure.

Not just power.

But acceptance.

Recognition.

She wasn’t here to hurt me.

She was here because I mattered.

But holy hell.

This angel needed to stop caressing my jaw before I broke the Holy Dome with my Incubus skill.

“I should… sit,” I muttered.

“You should hydrate again,” she said, placing my juice box in my hand with a faint smile.

I took it. My eyes were still locked on her. “So… Gabriella has another son? Except Erebus?”