The Incubus System Chapter 1363. Holy Monsters
The Incubus System Chapter 1363. Holy Monsters
Unfortunately…
It didn’t go the way I prayed.
Not even close.
So here I was.
Back in the classroom.
The clock above the whiteboard ticked over with an annoying little click.
11.34 AM.
Third period. Business Strategy and Organizational Behavior. The professor was droning on about vertical integration and corporate risk mitigation, his voice flat and hypnotic, the kind that made even caffeine give up halfway through.
I was half-awake, half-functional.
Pen moving. Notes messy but readable.
My leg bounced slightly under the desk.
My shoulders still felt stiff from earlier.
My mind kept drifting back to holy domes, angel queens, and the uncomfortable fact that my life had officially turned into a cosmic custody dispute.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes.
Then the system flared.
Hard.
Not subtle.
Not polite.
It exploded across my vision like a fire alarm wired straight into my skull.
[Warning! Angelic Power Detected!]
[Threat Assessment: High]
[Status: Hostile]
My pen froze mid-word.
The ink bled slightly into the paper.
I didn’t breathe.
Slowly, carefully, I turned my head toward the window.
And yeah.
I could see them.
Five figures stood suspended in the air just beyond the glass, hovering above the campus like statues carved from judgment itself.
They weren’t human.
Not even close.
They didn’t look like the queen. No warmth. No elegance. No quiet restraint.
They didn’t look like Puriel either. No softness. No hesitation.
These ones were weapons.
Living ones.
Their appearance wasn’t human. They were holy monsters. Bodies fused with massive sword-like limbs and shielded torsos, edges glowing with carved runes. Wings spread like overlapping blades and bulwarks combined, every movement heavy, deliberate, built for judgment, not mercy.
And their eyes?
Locked.
On me.
Unblinking. Unwavering.
I felt it immediately.
That pressure.
That same oppressive weight from the holy dome earlier, but sharper. Focused. Like five sniper scopes trained on my soul.
I muttered under my breath, “Oh shiet…”
This wasn’t like the demons.
When demons came to the human realm, it was chaos. Fire. Blood. Screams. They tore through anything in their way, killing indiscriminately, feeding, laughing.
These angels?
They weren’t here to kill humans.
They were here to hunt me.
The professor kept talking. Students kept writing. Someone coughed two rows down. A girl whispered to her friend about their hang out plans.
No one noticed.
I remembered the holy dome. The suppression. The way my power felt like it was being pressed underwater.
If they deployed that again inside the campus?
I’d be fighting at a disadvantage.
No hesitation.
I activated Devil Space.
[Devil Space Activated.]
The world fell away.
Sound vanished first.
Then color.
Then gravity.
The classroom faded into gray nothingness, like an unfinished sketch erased mid-stroke.
Except one thing.
Larry.
He stood frozen beside me, mid-note, eyes wide.
“What the hell, Ethan?” he shouted. “I was taking notes!”
“Angels,” I snapped. “Hide under the desk. Now.”
“What?!”
I didn’t wait.
I felt my power surge.
Not restrained. Not gentle.
I let it rip.
My body twisted as I shifted into my Nephilim form. Wings tore free from my back in a rush of dark light, feathers streaked with faint silver. My horns curled upward, subtle but unmistakable. My eyes burned hot for a split second before stabilizing.
Then I teleported.
The classroom vanished.
Wind slammed into me.
Cold. Sharp. Clean.
I hovered in the sky, directly in front of them.
The campus spread out below us. Students walked between buildings, completely unaware. Trees swayed gently in the breeze. Somewhere, someone laughed.
Behind the angels, the air shimmered.
A crack.
Just like when demons crossed realms.
But this time?
It glowed.
Golden fissures spread like veins through the sky, radiating holy light. The edges hummed, vibrating with power. The smell of ozone and incense mixed in the air, sharp and burning in my lungs.
I steadied myself, wings beating slowly to keep me aloft.
Five angels.
All armed.
Swords made of condensed light floated at their sides, humming softly like they were eager.
I raised my hands slightly. Palms open.
“Why did you come here?” I called out.
My voice carried. Clear. Calm.
Yeah, I knew the answer.
But that didn’t mean I had to start swinging like a brainless demon.
“You can talk to me,” I added. “We can discuss this.”
The center angel stepped forward.
His presence alone made the air tighten.
“Erebus,” he said, voice cold and resonant, layered like multiple voices speaking in unison. “Bearer of corrupted light.”
I cringed. “I’m not Ere—"
“You are a violation,” another angel cut me of mid sentence. Female, sharp-eyed, her wings bristling. “An abomination of opposing forces.”
“Been called worse,” I replied.
They spread out slightly, forming a loose semicircle around me.
“By decree of the Light Realm,” the center angel continued, “you are to be detained.”
“Detained,” I echoed. “That’s a nice word.”
“For judgment,” he clarified.
I snorted. “Of course.”
One of the angels lifted his hand.
Holy symbols flared into existence, spinning slowly, building toward something.
I felt the pressure rising.
They were about to deploy the dome.
I flared my wings wider.
“Look,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm. “You want me? Fine. I came out here willingly. But you should pick a better location next time. You guys in the human world. You will scare those humans.”
Why I brought this? Because they were angels. I would never talk to fellow demons like this since I knew they wouldn’t give a f*ck.
The female angel’s gaze sharpened. “You think that earns you mercy?”
“No,” I admitted. “I think it earns me a conversation.”
Silence.
Wind howled softly between us.
The crack behind them pulsed brighter.
“You harbor demonic essence,” the center angel said. “You threaten the balance.”
“I didn’t choose this. I didn’t ask to be born into your ancient feud. I didn’t tear holes between realms,” I replied.
I leaned forward slightly in the air, wings spreading, power humming just beneath my skin.
“But I am here. Alive. And not hurting anyone.”
The angels studied me.
Their eyes glowed brighter.
“Your restraint is noted,” one said.
“Then note this too,” I said, voice dropping. “I’m not your enemy.”
The center angel raised his sword.
Holy light blazed along its edge.
“Good,” he commanded. “Then submit and come with us.”
I exhaled slowly.
Yeah.
If they demanded that just for talk, then it was fine. The problem was… Now his hands glowed. A holy chain manifested and hovered. It meant the request wasn’t just a simple talk. They wanted me as a prisoner. And I… disagreed.