The Incubus System Chapter 1381. Basic Logic

The Incubus System Chapter 1381. Basic Logic

Her voice was firm. Controlled. But her eyes studied me fast. Too fast. Like she’d already run thirty possibilities of why I might be here and discarded all of them for the worst one.

“Mind if we talk?” I asked, giving a small, polite smile. No small talk. Straight to the point.

She stepped aside without a word.

I walked in.

Yeah. The inside was still the same. Cozy, clean, domestic. Too normal. Hardwood floors, muted cream walls, bookcases, little potted plants. A soft scent of citrus cleaner and coffee beans lingered in the air. You’d think she was just some middle-aged librarian prepping for book club.

But I knew better.

Beneath the surface?

This house was packed with modern tech enchantments laced the walls.

I stepped over the threshold carefully.

My instincts didn’t flare.

Good. The wards still recognized me.

We settled in the living room.

I took the couch. She sat across from me, perfectly straight in the armchair like she hadn’t missed posture class since the war. Her eyes didn’t blink much.

And neither did mine.

“…I need to tell you something,” I said.

“I figured,” she replied. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“The ‘shit’s about to go sideways but I need you to stay calm’ look.”

Fair.

I exhaled, leaning forward. “The angels are here.”

She frowned. “You mean Puriel?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Angels. Plural.”

She went still. Like something just clicked in her spine. “You mean the Light Dimension found a way to enter the human realm again?”

I nodded once. “Seems like it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What do they want? You? Or are they targeting the Demon Hunter Association?”

Oh, I knew the reason for that last one. Because Puriel was not just some angel on vacation. They had been using her divine power to develop the Holy Vaccine program. She was the reason they could awaken mortals as hunters. The angels could find that as a violation.

“For the time being,” I said quietly, “they came here because of me.”

Pause.

“They don’t like me.”

Mrs. Clea leaned back slowly, hands folded in her lap. Her voice lost some of its edge. “They… don’t like you?”

I gave a dry laugh. “Yeah. I tried talking to them. Explaining. That I’m protecting humans. That I’m stabilizing territory. You know… basic logic?”

“And?”

“They said they don’t care.” I looked her straight in the eyes. “Told me humans have to grip their own fate.”

Her mouth tightened.

“So… they want to kill you?”

I shrugged. “Kinda. I’m the rotten apple in their barrel. The one they either need to bury or hide. Erase the anomaly.”

She was silent for a long beat.

“Did Puriel know about this?”

I nodded. “She knows. She’s trying to help. But… there’s more.”

I paused.

She leaned forward slightly.

“They mentioned her too,” I said. “Said she was abandoned. That the Light has no place for her anymore.”

That got her.

Her brows lifted, not in surprise, but in amusement. Cold, sharp amusement.

“So,” she said slowly, “they don’t care about Puriel… but they see you as a threat.”

I nodded again.

“That’s… fascinating,” she muttered. “The logic hole alone is enough to give a strategist a headache.”

“Welcome to my life,” I said dryly.

“I mean… she is the angel who actually gave us access to holy blood and heaven-sourced materials. But you… You’re just one chaotic Nephilim trying not to murder the world before breakfast.”

“Exactly,” I muttered.

She rubbed her temple. “This is insane. They discarded one of their own and now want to erase the person actively holding the chaos in check. Why?”

“Because I’m loud,” I said. “Because I don’t wear their robes. Because they can’t leash me. I’m not righteous enough to worship and not evil enough to justify killing outright. I’m the variable. And they? They hate variables.”

She didn’t answer immediately. She looked away. Then leaned back, exhaled through her nose, and crossed one leg over the other.

“Alright,” she said. “Tell me the part you’ve been holding back.”

I leaned forward again. Elbows to knees. Voice low.

“It’s about Larry.”

Her brow twitched. Subtle. Barely. But yeah. I saw it.

“Go on.”

“They’re onto him,” I said. “The angels.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Something in his blood,” I continued. “Close enough to mine to raise alarms. Not the same. But… similar.”

“They’ve confirmed?”

“They know. The queen of the light realm thought he was Erebus.”

“And you’re warning me why?”

I looked her in the eye. “Because he’s also your responsibility. Your association. And whether you like it or not… he’s one of us.”

Mrs. Clea didn’t flinch, but something in her posture shifted, shoulders tensed, like my words hit somewhere close to duty. Or pride. Or both.

“Though yeah,” I added with a tired smile, “he’s still kinda childish sometimes. Makes weird jokes. Tries too hard to keep the mood light. But that’s how he copes. And behind all of that? He’s loyal. Stupidly loyal. That’s the part I think you need to know.”

She folded her arms, face unreadable now. “Tell me, Ethan. Are they going to target him?”

I hesitated. My fingers stopped drumming. My eyes dropped to the floor for a second, then back to her.

“I don’t know,” I said finally. Quiet. Real. “Maybe. Probably.”

That answer didn’t sit well with either of us.

“But they also might try something worse,” I continued. “They might not kill him. They might… use him. As a hostage. Or a tool.”

Her eyes sharpened. “Tool?”

I nodded, jaw tightening. “He has… my father’s blood. And he’s already partially awakened his holy power. Cause of the holy vaccine. Enough to spark interest. Enough to tempt control. If they get their hands on him…” I trailed off, biting the inside of my cheek before forcing the words out. “They might turn him into a weapon. Against me.”

The words echoed in the room like a shot.

Mrs. Clea stilled.

And I added, softer this time, “I don’t want that. I don’t want him on the battlefield against me someday. Not him.”