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April 11, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1427. No Amount of Strength Could Eliminate Fear

The Incubus System Chapter 1427. No Amount of Strength Could Eliminate Fear

Lord Damon and Lilieth’s PoV

Lilieth shivered. “I do not want to lose him,” she whispered.

For all her strength as a queen, she was still a mother. The thought of Damian suffering alone in a realm of light, cut off from both his parents, was unbearable.

“If that happens,” Damon said quietly, “we will wage war.”

His voice carried no hesitation, no doubt. Only certainty.

“And we will destroy everything.”

Not just the Light Dimension. Not just the Dark Realm. But all three realms, the human world included, would be consumed in the aftermath. It was not a threat. It was a promise.

Lilieth turned away, wrapping her arms around herself as she steadied her breathing. After a moment, she spoke again.

“Send me to the human world,” she said. “I want to be near him.”

Damon shook his head immediately. “Not yet.”

She looked back at him, frustration flickering in her eyes.

“The demon world still needs its queen,” he continued. “The restoration after the chaos is already ninety percent complete. We must remain until it is finished. Stability here is crucial, especially if war becomes inevitable.”

Lilieth knew he was right. Abandoning the realm now would create vulnerability. Still, every instinct within her screamed to be at Damian’s side.

“For the time being,” Damon added, “we will send others.”

He rose from his throne, descending the steps with deliberate authority.

“Nefaris and Syntyche will enter the human world.”

Lilieth’s brows knit together slightly. The choice was logical, but her maternal instincts still resisted it.

“The Vampire Queen can summon her bats and servants to monitor the situation discreetly,” Damon explained. “And Syntyche’s spider demon soldiers are unmatched in infiltration and intelligence gathering. Together, they will form a silent shield around Damian.”

Lilieth remained silent, her expression conflicted. She trusted their capabilities, but it was not the same as being there herself.

Sensing her hesitation, Damon stepped closer, his voice gentler than before.

“He is not alone,” he said. “And he is not weak.”

Lilieth exhaled slowly. She knew that. Damian was powerful, intelligent, and resourceful. Yet to a mother, no amount of strength could eliminate fear.

After a long pause, she nodded.

“Very well,” she conceded. “I will have Irien prepare their armors. They must be enchanted to suppress their demonic aura completely. If they are detected in the human world, it could escalate tensions with the Light Dimension.”

Damon gave an approving nod. “Ensure the enchantments are flawless. We cannot afford mistakes.”

Lilieth turned toward the exit, her regal composure returning.

But beneath that composure, her heart ached.

Damian was walking a path between light and darkness, a path neither parent could fully protect him on. And while they prepared their forces and secured their realm, all Lilieth could do was trust that their son would survive the storm ahead.

As the doors of the throne room closed behind her, Damon remained standing in silence.

His gaze lingered on the space where Damian had vanished.

For a brief moment, the mighty King of the Dark Dimension allowed himself to feel what he rarely showed… fear.

Then his expression hardened once more.

If the Light dared to harm his son, the heavens themselves would burn.

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Ethan’s PoV

I stepped out of the portal and into my room, already back in my human form. My bag hung loosely over one shoulder. The air smelled the same. The walls hadn’t changed. The quite hum of the city outside still filtered through the window. Everything was exactly as I had left it.

And yet, it felt different.

Confining.

I let the portal seal shut behind me with a soft ripple of energy and stood there for a moment, staring at my own room like it had personally betrayed me.

“Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, tossing my bag onto the chair. “I never thought I’d be trapped in a stupid dilemma like this.”

My voice was low, rough with frustration. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even anger. It was that annoying, suffocating feeling of being stuck between choices, none of them clean, none of them easy.

I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply. I couldn’t stay stuck like this. I wasn’t built for hesitation. Not as a demon prince. Not as a Nephilim. Not even as a supposedly normal college student.

“Ethan…”

The soft voice pulled me out of my spiral.

I turned toward the doorway.

Puriel stood there. Her blue eyes were filled with concern, her posture hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure whether to step closer or give me space.

Ah. Right.

She was living proof that the Light wasn’t as pure and flawless as it liked to pretend. Cast aside. Misunderstood. Still kind despite everything.

My tension eased just a little.

I picked up my bag and set it properly on the desk. “Puriel. Waiting for me?”

She nodded softly. “Kind of.”

There was a pause, the kind filled with unspoken worry.

“I heard from Larry,” she continued. “That the queen is now the professor at your college.”

I frowned immediately, turning fully toward her. “Wait… how? He told you? Did he come here?”

She nodded again. “He did. He explained what happened at the college. He also told us to be careful. He said it might affect all of us.”

I blinked, surprised. Larry, of all people, taking initiative, delivering warnings, thinking ahead?

“And?” I prompted.

Puriel clasped her hands in front of her, a small, thoughtful smile appearing. “He asked if he could get stronger.”

That caught me completely off guard.

“…Huh?”

“He said he knows he could become your weakness,” she explained gently. “So he wants to grow stronger. He came to consult me about it.”

I just stared at her for a moment, stunned.

That idiot? That loud, impulsive, chaos magnet?

He said that?

A slow grin spread across my face before I could stop it. Pride. Surprise. A weird, warm feeling in my chest that I absolutely refused to label as emotional softness.

I guess he really has grown up.

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Pedro Sousa · April 11, 2026

"Lilieth’s brows knit together slightly. The choice was logical, but her maternal instincts still resisted it." Your "maternal" instincs huh... Right...