The Incubus System Chapter 1424. Pathetic Love Story

The Incubus System Chapter 1424. Pathetic Love Story

For half an hour, I told them what I knew. About the angels. About the king’s grief. About the queen trying to play diplomat while her husband apparently ran on pure unresolved emotional damage and divine authority.

And yeah…

I could see it.

The exact moment Lord Damon mentally translated everything I said into.

“So all of this mess… started because of a pathetic love story?”

He didn’t say it out loud.

But his face?

Oh, it screamed it.

Grimace. Slight disgust. That subtle narrowing of the eyes like he just smelled something unpleasant.

Especially when I mentioned the whole Gabrielle situation.

The dead lover.

The obsession.

The “I will destroy worlds because I can’t move on” energy.

Yeah.

Damon hated that.

Not the love part.

The lack of control part.

And the more I talked…

The heavier the air in the throne room got.

Not visibly.

Not dramatically.

Just… pressure.

Like gravity decided to increase by five percent out of nowhere.

Because yeah… My father was so close to deciding war sounded like a reasonable Tuesday activity.

I could feel it.

That shift in him.

The moment where strategy starts turning into “fine, I’ll just crush the problem.”

And honestly?

A small part of me went… “Yeah… fair.”

But the bigger part?

Absolutely not.

Because if he moved, everything escalated instantly.

And I would be stuck in the middle of a divine-scale family argument.

No thanks.

So I exhaled slowly.

And did something incredibly dangerous.

I calmed him down.

Which? Let me be clear…

Is not something people usually do successfully.

I stepped in just enough.

Adjusted my tone.

Dropped the casual sarcasm by like… ten percent.

Kept the rest.

Balanced.

“Jumping straight to war doesn’t solve it,” I said, like a wise guy I was. Or demon.

He looked at me.

That look.

The one that said “I know you’re right, but I don’t like it.”

I kept going anyway.

“They’re testing. Watching. Not attacking.”

A pause.

“Yet.”

That word hung there.

Because yeah.

That’s the keyword.

Yet.

Damon exhaled through his nose.

The pressure dropped slightly.

Not gone.

But manageable.

Good.

We’re not starting a war in the next five minutes.

Progress.

Then…

I said something that made everything worse.

Or better.

Depends on perspective.

“I’ll handle it,” I added casually.

He narrowed his eyes.

“How?”

And yeah…

Here we go.

I shrugged. “I’ll work from their side.”

He didn’t react immediately.

Which was worse.

Because that meant he was thinking.

Lilieth, meanwhile, already looked suspicious.

Smart woman.

She knew something stupid was coming.

And I delivered.

“I’ll seduce the Light Queen.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Lord Damon blinked.

Once.

Twice.

And actually cringed.

“You…” he said slowly. “…want to seduce the Light Queen?”

I nodded.

Calm.

Innocent.

Like I just suggested grabbing lunch.

Beside me, Lilieth lifted a hand to her temple and started massaging it like she just got a migraine out of nowhere.

Yeah.

That tracks.

Damon stared at me like he was reconsidering every life decision that led to my existence.

“Are you dumb?”

I frowned slightly. “Why?”

“WHY?” he repeated, voice rising just a fraction.

I gestured lightly. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”

He looked like he wanted to throw something at me.

“Besides,” I added, completely serious, “you told me before to use my brain and my d*ck.”

A pause.

“And now I’m using both, and you’re complaining?”

Lilieth’s hand slid down her face.

She didn’t even try to hide it anymore.

Damon pointed at me. “Yes!” His voice echoed slightly in the throne room. “Yes, because you are an incubus!”

I nodded. “Correct.”

“So you use both,” he continued, visibly annoyed now.

Another pause.

“But only for the Dark Dimension!” He pointed harder. “Demonesses!”

I blinked. “…Not angels?”

“NOT angels!”

I cringed slightly.

Okay.

That was a strong stance.

"Hey, you were the one who told me to seduce her before!" I defended myself.

"It was a joke!"

"It didn't sound like a joke," I murmured under my breath.

He gave me a death glare.

"Right..." I raised a hand casually. “I’m a Nephilim.”

He froze.

I summoned my angel wing.

White. Radiant. Completely out of place in this room full of darkness and authority.

I gave it a small wave.

“See?”

I said lightly.

“So technically…”

I smiled just a little.

“I can seduce both demons and angels.”

Silence.

Damon closed his eyes for a second.

Like he was praying.

Or reconsidering murder.

Or both.

When he opened them again, there was a very specific kind of exhaustion in his gaze.

“…Right.”

A beat.

Then he waved his hand dismissively.

“Just try it.”

I blinked.

Wait…

That was easier than expected.

“I won’t stop you,” he added. “Just keep all of that in the human world. You’d better not stupidly enter the light dimension just for that.”

Okay…

I guess I understood the real reason for his weird reaction.

Lilieth finally spoke again, her voice quieter now.

“But…”

She looked at me.

“…you’re not afraid you’ll make everything worse?”

I paused.

Because yeah.

That was the real question.

Not whether I could do it.

But whether I should.

“The Light King is already unstable,” she continued.

“And you want to…”

She hesitated.

“…provoke him further?”

I didn’t answer immediately.

Because for once?

She had a point.

That guy was already one bad decision away from doing something catastrophic.

And me seducing his wife?

Yeah.

That’s not exactly de-escalation.

I looked away slightly.

Thinking.

Then…

A slow smirk formed on my face.

Because of course it did.

“Then it’s simple,” I said.

They both looked at me.

“I’ll just make her the single ruler.”

Silence.

Again.

Lilieth stared at me.

Damon stared at me.

And yeah… That sounded evil.

Even to me.

But also?

Logical.

From a certain angle.

“If the king is the problem,” I continued calmly, “then remove the problem.”

I shrugged slightly.

“That guy doesn’t act like a real king anyway.”

There it was.

My honest opinion.

No filter.

No apology.

And yeah… Sorry not sorry.

Damon looked at me for a long second.

Then, he smirked.

Of course he did.

“So,” he said slowly.

“You’re saying I’m a better king than him?”

I didn’t hesitate.

“Absolutely.”

That was easy.

“You kill a lot,” I added honestly.

He didn’t deny it.

“But not for stupid reasons.”

That mattered.

“You’re a great king,” I said.

Then, a small smile bloomed.