The Incubus System Chapter 1432. Pitiful
The Incubus System Chapter 1432. Pitiful
I stepped into it, letting the door close behind me with a soft click.
And for a second, I paused.
Staring ahead.
Thinking.
Because yeah…
This wasn’t the same.
Not like Zalira.
Not like the others.
This one?
This felt like… She was hollow since the beginning.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, shoulders relaxing slightly as I moved through the crowd.
“Yo!”
Larry.
He fell into step beside me like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.
“So?” he asked, grin already forming. “You flirting with her now?”
I glanced at him.
Deadpan.
“I wouldn’t call that flirting.”
The words left my mouth slower than usual. Usually I’d snap back with something sarcastic. Something sharp. Something that kept everything shallow and funny and easy. But this time? The sentence just… trailed.
“It’s just…”
And then I stopped.
Because what was I about to say?
‘She’s pitiful.’
The word hovered there in my mind, ugly and soft at the same time.
Pitiful.
Not weak.
Not helpless.
Just… carrying something heavy for so long she forgot it was heavy.
She reminded me of Camila.
That realization hit harder than I expected.
Camila with her contract marriage. Smiling in public. Breaking quietly in private. The difference? Camila knew she was unhappy. She felt it. Admitted it. Even if she pretended she didn’t.
Lysathiel?
She didn’t even question it.
She framed it as duty. Responsibility. Law.
Thousands of years of it.
Millennia of “this is what I must do.”
And somehow that made it worse.
Because if you don’t even know you’re hurting… how do you heal?
Larry nudged my shoulder lightly. “Something wrong? You usually reply to me like a dad.”
I blinked and looked at him again.
“I’m not your dad.”
“But you kinda act more like a dad than my dad,” he shot back casually.
I stared at him for a second.
“That’s only when it comes to your grades.”
He laughed. “It’s weekend, man. Relax. We can hang out after this. Grab food. Do something normal for once.”
I rolled my shoulders slightly.
“Let me think about it.”
He squinted at me. “Hey. Where are you going?”
“Toilet.”
I turned and walked away before he could continue.
The hallway noise faded as I stepped into the restroom. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. Cool air. Tile walls. Echoes of water running from a faucet somewhere in the corner.
I handled my business, mind still chewing on that conversation with her like it refused to let go. When I stepped up to the sink and turned on the water, I stared at my reflection.
Normal face.
Calm expression.
Eyes a little sharper than usual.
I splashed water lightly over my hands.
Cold.
Focused.
“You’re overthinking,” I muttered to myself.
Probably.
Definitely.
But that didn’t stop it.
Because something about her tone when she said marriage is a contract still rubbed wrong. Not because she was wrong in her world.
But because she didn’t sound bitter.
She sounded convinced.
That’s what unsettled me.
I set my bag down on the counter beside me, rubbing my hands dry.
Then…
-Ba-thump!
My heart skipped.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
A sharp pulse inside my chest.
[Angels detected!]
My head snapped up.
What?
The air shifted.
Subtle. But wrong.
Like pressure building before a storm.
I turned slowly.
And then…
[Warning! A portal has formed!]
“You’re kidding.”
The floor beneath my feet shimmered.
Bright.
White.
Too bright.
And before I could even step back…
It opened.
Right under me.
“Oh come on—”
My body dropped.
Instantly.
No time to brace.
No time to react.
The world flipped.
Light swallowed everything.
[Warning! You are being dragged to Light Dimension!]
I tried to teleport.
Nothing.
Tried again.
Still nothing.
It felt exactly like when the Abyss had sucked me in, an overwhelming pull, like gravity had decided I was its favorite target.
“Full form!” I commanded.
[You have activated your Nephilim Form!]
Heat surged through me.
Armor materialized around my body in dark metallic layers edged with faint glow. One demon wing tore outward behind me in a sharp arc of black. The other…
White.
Radiant.
Angel wing.
My horns curled forward. My tail snapped into existence behind me, lashing once in irritation.
The fall slowed.
But didn’t stop.
Light swallowed the restroom, the school, everything.
And then…
Silence.
I landed on solid ground.
Hard.
Boots scraping across marble.
White marble.
Of course.
I straightened slowly, wings folding halfway behind me as my eyes adjusted.
The sky above wasn’t a sky.
It was light.
Endless.
Blinding.
Clean.
I hated it already.
Columns rose around me in symmetrical rows, carved with glowing sigils that pulsed faintly with divine energy.
“…This is rude,” I muttered.
[Divine Suppression Field Detected.]
[Warning: Power output reduced by 12%.]
“Twelve?” I exhaled. “Okay not as bad as my prediction.”
My tail flicked once.
Footsteps echoed.
Soft.
Measured.
From ahead.
Figures emerged between the pillars.
Angels.
Several of them.
Fully armored.
Halos burning bright above their heads.
Swords drawn.
Of course.
One of them stepped forward.
Tall. Silver hair. Cold expression.
“You stand accused.”
I blinked.
“…For what this time?”
“You oppose the king.”
I let out a short laugh before I could stop myself.
“Oh that’s rich. I haven’t done a thing. What about the negotiation?”
Their swords lifted in unison.
[Warning: Hostility Confirmed.]
Yeah, great answer. Thank you very much.
I rolled my shoulders slightly, wings stretching behind me.
They dragged me here.
Without warning.
Without permission.
And Lysathiel…
Did she know?
Did she send them?
No.
No.
That didn’t feel right.
“Let me guess,” I said lazily, though my muscles were already coiled tight. “You’re not here on her orders.”
The silver-haired one’s jaw tightened slightly.
That told me enough.
So this was someone else.
Another brilliant decision from heaven.
Her husband’s. Maybe.
“You are a demon. We don’t negotiate with demons.”
Silence.
The wind, or whatever passed for wind here, shifted faintly around us.
They didn’t trust her judgment.
That was the real issue.
They saw her as compromised.
Because of me.
My jaw tightened.
“She chose to help me,” I said, voice lower now. “You dragging me here without her consent? That’s undermining her.”
A flicker passed through a few of their expressions.
Doubt.
Small.
But there.
“You manipulate.”