The Incubus System Chapter 1426. Powerless
The Incubus System Chapter 1426. Powerless
“You are silent again,” Lord Damon said.
His voice cut through the heavy stillness of the throne room, calm but sharp enough to slice straight into my thoughts. I blinked, realizing I had been staring at the polished obsidian floor, watching the faint reflections of demonic sigils ripple beneath my feet like dark water. My mind had been running in circles, strategy, morality, consequences, all tangled together in a mess I couldn’t easily unravel.
“I’m just thinking,” I replied, exhaling slowly.
Damon leaned back against his throne, one arm resting casually on the armrest, fingers tapping in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His crimson eyes studied me with unsettling precision, the kind only a centuries-old king, and an annoyingly perceptive father, could possess.
“You are thinking,” he said. “Because you are in a dilemma.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The truth of it sat heavy in my chest.
“Your morality,” he continued, “and the way you approach problems are still shaped by human logic. You hesitate.”
Each word landed with uncomfortable accuracy. I pressed my lips together, resisting the urge to argue, mostly because I knew it would be pointless.
“You already know what to do, Damian,” Damon added, his tone lowering. “Just follow the plan. Remove the problem, and the problem will be solved.”
Simple. Brutal. Effective. Classic Damon.
And annoyingly… correct.
I nodded slowly, accepting it without protest. There was no point pretending otherwise. Beneath all the analysis, the doubts, and the lingering human sentiment, I did know what needed to be done. The Light King was unstable, emotional, and dangerous. As long as he remained in power, peace between realms would always be fragile, if not impossible.
“I understand,” I said quietly.
Lilieth watched me from the side, her expression softer but still concerned. She knew me well enough to recognize the shift, not just in my words, but in my resolve. The playful incubus prince was still there, but something colder and more decisive had stepped forward.
“I will use this chance,” I continued, lifting my gaze to meet Damon’s, “to break my angelic seal completely and see how far I can go.”
The moment the words left my mouth, a slow, predatory grin spread across Damon’s face. Pride. Approval. Anticipation. All of it flickered in his eyes like dark fire.
“Good,” he said simply.
That single word carried more weight than any elaborate praise. Coming from him, it meant everything, and nothing at the same time. It was acknowledgment, not comfort. Expectation, not reassurance.
I straightened my posture, the decision settling firmly within me. The uncertainty that had clouded my thoughts earlier was gone, replaced by a clear, focused determination. This wasn’t just about politics or power anymore. It was about identity, about embracing both halves of what I was and using them without restraint.
Angel. Demon. Nephilim.
No more seals. No more hesitation.
“I will return now,” I said.
Lilieth stepped closer, her fingers brushing lightly against my arm, a silent gesture of support. Her eyes searched mine, as if trying to memorize this version of me before I left.
“Be careful,” she murmured softly.
I offered her a faint smirk. “Careful is boring.”
Damon snorted quietly at that, clearly unimpressed but not surprised.
“Do not take too long,” he added. “The board is already in motion.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied.
Without another word, I raised my hand and summoned my teleportation skills. Dark energy coiled around my body, swirling like living shadows. The air in the throne room distorted, bending under the pressure of the spell as ancient runes flickered to life beneath my feet.
For a brief moment, everything slowed.
I glanced once more at my father on his throne, unyielding, powerful, a king forged by blood and conquest. Then at Lilieth, whose gaze held a mixture of worry and unwavering loyalty.
This was my world. My family. My war to navigate.
“See you soon,” I said.
Then I snapped my fingers.
The shadows surged inward, swallowing me whole.
In an instant, I was gone.
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Lord Damon and Lilieth’s PoV
“Please tell me you are not letting Damian slip into the Light Dimension alone.” Lilieth’s voice was calm, but the sorrow beneath it was unmistakable. Her fingers clasped tightly in front of her as she stared into the crimson horizon of the Dark Realm.
Lord Damon remained seated on his throne, his posture relaxed but his gaze distant. He had not moved since Damian vanished.
The silence between them stretched.
“He will not go alone,” Damon finally said, his tone measured. “But he will go where neither of us can follow.”
Lilieth closed her eyes briefly, the truth of that statement cutting deep.
Damian was their only son… the bridge between darkness and light, a being who carried both their legacies. And that duality, once their greatest pride, had now become their greatest vulnerability.
“To open a portal,” she murmured, turning to face Damon, “Damian must have been to that realm at least once. Or the Light Queen must agree to assist him. Both options are dangerous.”
Damon nodded slightly. “Because they are creatures of light. And we… are not.”
The implications were clear.
Neither Damon nor Lilieth could enter the Light Dimension freely. That realm obeyed the will of its ruler, opening and closing its gates only with permission. Even with their immense power and portal skills, their abilities were rooted in darkness. Attempting to force entry would not only fail, it could provoke immediate war.
“Damian is the only one who can cross that boundary,” Damon continued. “Half angel. Half demon. A Nephilim. He is uniquely suited for this.”
Lilieth’s hands trembled slightly at her sides.
Suitability did not mean safety.
Damon’s crimson eyes shifted toward her, studying her expression. Then he spoke, his voice softer. “You are afraid he will end up like Erebus.”
It was not a question. It was a statement.
Lilieth’s breath caught.
Damon felt the same fear. If the Light King or even the Queen chose to set a trap, Damian could suffer a fate far worse than Erebus. Not trapped in the human realm, but within the Light Dimension itself. A place where Damon and Lilieth would be powerless to reach him. Where he could be tortured, executed, or erased entirely.