The Incubus System Chapter 1425. Capable
The Incubus System Chapter 1425. Capable
“…Dad.”
Yeah.
That part slipped out softer than I expected.
And for a split second… Just a second, I thought maybe he’d react differently.
Maybe say something.
Acknowledge it.
Anything.
But no.
Of course not.
He just held that same composed expression.
That “I already know I’m capable” look.
Damn it.
He smirked slightly. “You better work hard,” he said. “So you can be like me.”
I deadpanned instantly.
…Yeah.
Of course.
No emotional moment.
No father-son bonding.
Just…
“Do better.”
I exhaled slowly.
Yep.
Still my dad.
Still Lord Damon.
The atmosphere suddenly turned heavy again. Lord Damon’s face turned serious.
“Anyway. Despite I will give you the chance to handle this, it doesn’t mean I will let you work alone.”
There it was.
The king voice.
The father voice.
Mixed together in a way that made it hard to argue.
I crossed my arms slightly, shifting my weight to one leg.
“I don’t want to work alone either,” I replied.
That earned a small pause.
“And it doesn’t mean I will let you do whatever you want.”
I frowned immediately.
‘Why does that sound like I’m about to get grounded?’
“…Why does it sound like I’m a twisted guy?” I shot back.
He didn’t even hesitate.
“You are not.”
A beat.
“But I know your methods.”
Uh oh.
“That’s not reassuring.”
“They are…” he paused slightly, choosing his words.
“…slow.”
Ouch!
That one landed.
I didn’t even need to defend myself because yeah… He wasn’t wrong.
“Especially since you are raised in the human world,” he continued. “You still carry their logic.”
I pressed my lips together.
Yeah.
There it is.
“Angels are kind. Demons are bad.”
That stereotype.
That stupid, simplified worldview I thought I’d already thrown away.
Apparently not fully.
Because when things got messy?
When I didn’t have enough information?
My brain still tried to default to it.
And that…
Was dangerous.
I exhaled slowly, staring at the floor for a second.
Because suddenly it felt like I was walking in place.
Not moving forward.
Just… thinking.
Overthinking.
Again and again.
I wanted to do something.
Anything.
Attack.
Act.
Force the situation to move.
Hell, part of me wanted to just open a portal straight to the Light Dimension, walk up to the king, and go… “What the hell do you want?”
Simple.
Direct.
No politics.
No guessing.
Just confrontation.
I paused.
…
That sounded exactly like something Lord Damon would do.
I blinked.
‘Oh no. I’m turning into him!’
I rubbed my face slightly.
Great.
Identity crisis unlocked.
Because yeah… I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.
That was the real problem.
Not the king.
Not the angels.
Not even the broken border.
It was the lack of information.
The lack of rules.
The lack of a clear enemy structure.
Jumping into action now?
That’s just suicide with extra steps.
Especially when... Light counters dark.
They literally hold my weakness.
My parents’ weakness.
Our entire dimension’s weakness.
And yeah, we counter them too.
But that doesn’t mean I can just walk in blind and hope it works out.
That’s not strategy.
That’s stupidity.
Lilieth’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“You’re thinking.”
I huffed lightly.
“Yeah.”
A pause.
“A lot.”
I ran a hand through my hair again, pacing a little this time.
“To be honest…” I muttered.
“I hate this.”
Both of them watched me now.
“I don’t have enough information,” I continued.
“Not about what actually happened. Not about the rules. Not about what they’re planning.”
I stopped pacing.
“And the only thing in my head right now…”
I exhaled.
“…is dethroning the Light King.”
Silence.
Damon smirked.
“Oh…” he said slowly. “You have that kind of thinking.”
I raised a brow.
“Hey,” I shot back. “I told you. He attacked me first.”
That mattered.
“And he’s clearly making a path for his army.”
That mattered more.
“I don’t like that.”
Even if it wasn’t confirmed yet.
Even if it was just preparation.
That kind of move?
You don’t ignore it.
Damon leaned forward slightly on his throne.
His eyes sharpened.
“Do you want an army, Damian?”
There it was.
Straight.
Direct.
No fluff.
No hesitation.
And the way he said it?
He meant it.
Completely.
I went quiet.
Because that question wasn’t simple.
Not really.
Do I want power? Yes.
Do I want protection? Yes.
Do I want to escalate this into a full-scale war?
…
That’s the problem.
“I…”
I paused.
Then answered honestly.
“Yes.”
The word felt heavier than I expected.
Because it wasn’t just ambition.
It was responsibility.
But… I shook my head slightly.
“But my army…”
I let out a quiet breath.
“…are lust demons.”
Yeah.
Let that sink in.
Not exactly ideal defenders of humanity.
“They’re not suitable for protecting the human world.”
Understatement of the century.
“They’re not suitable for protecting anything, honestly.”
Because yeah… Demons don’t defend humans.
They eat them.
…
Right.
Problem.
I rubbed my face again.
“Shit.”
Damon didn’t react to that.
He just watched me.
“Then how about this,” he said calmly.
I looked up.
“We create a portal.”
A pause.
“Directly to the Light Dimension.”
My eyes narrowed slightly.
“In case…”
He leaned back.
“They want war.”
“…It will be between Light and Dark.”
Ah.
There it is.
Keep humans out of it.
Contain the battlefield.
Classic Damon move.
I went silent again.
Because yeah…
That was possible.
Technically.
If I didn’t mess it up and accidentally open a hole somewhere worse.
…
No pressure.
But before that…
I looked at him directly.
“Do you want to conquer the Light Dimension?”
Straight question.
No sugarcoating.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then…
“I do.”
A pause.
“If I have to.”
There it was.
Honest.
No hesitation.
No denial.
“But no,” he continued.
“You said the queen is wiser.”
I nodded slightly.
“Then she can hold the rule. But it depends on her.”
Of course it does.
Everything depends on choices now.
Hers.
Mine.
The king’s.
And whether any of us decide to escalate.
I exhaled slowly.
Because suddenly, the situation felt clearer.
Not easier.
Not safer.
But clearer.
I wasn’t stuck anymore.
I had options.
Bad ones.
Risky ones.
Chaotic ones.
But still…
Options.
And somehow…
That was enough to keep me moving.