The Incubus System Chapter 1435. No Exit
The Incubus System Chapter 1435. No Exit
I exhaled once.
Slow.
Then I moved.
No warning this time.
My wings snapped wide, pushing a burst of pressure outward that cracked the marble beneath my feet like glass under a hammer. Before the shockwave even finished spreading…
I was already inside their formation.
Claws first.
[Demonic Claw has been activated.]
[Demonic Energy has been activated.]
The first angel didn’t even register it.
My hand went through his chest like it belonged there.
No resistance.
Just a wet, tearing sound and a flash of light as divine energy tried and failed to hold him together.
I pulled back.
His body dropped.
I didn’t look.
Didn’t need to.
Next.
Teleport.
A blink of darkness inside a world of light.
I reappeared above another one, knee slamming down onto his shoulder, forcing him to the ground hard enough to crater the marble beneath him. My claw followed, driving straight through his throat before he could even scream.
I twisted.
Ripped.
Light burst.
Body stilled.
“Okay,” I muttered under my breath, stepping off him like I just finished a rep at the gym. “That works.”
Because yeah.
If I couldn’t use them?
If they weren’t fuel?
Then they were… practice.
My tail snapped out, wrapping around a spear mid-thrust, yanking it off course while I pivoted and drove my elbow into the attacker’s face. Bone cracked. Halo flickered. I grabbed his head mid-stumble and twisted.
A sharp, clean snap.
I let the body drop.
“Too easy,” I exhaled.
They came harder this time.
Faster.
More desperate.
Good.
One lunged from behind, I didn’t even turn. My wing folded inward, catching the blade, locking it in place. I grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
Then drove my claw upward.
Through his jaw.
Out the back of his skull.
I yanked my hand free.
Blood, bright, shimmering, splattered across my armor.
“Yeah,” I muttered, shaking my hand once like I was annoyed by the mess. “Definitely gym session.”
Another came screaming in.
This one tried to flank.
Smart.
Didn’t help.
I stepped into him, letting his momentum carry him forward while my claw traced a horizontal arc across his midsection.
Clean.
Precise.
He didn’t even realize he was cut until he hit the ground.
I kept moving.
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow.
Because stopping meant thinking.
And thinking right now?
Not useful.
One of them managed to actually block.
Blade met claw with a burst of light that forced me back half a step.
Oh?
I tilted my head slightly.
“You’re new.”
He didn’t answer.
Just attacked again.
Faster.
More controlled.
Better.
Finally.
Something not boring.
I parried once.
Twice.
Then I stopped playing.
My tail hooked his leg mid-swing, destabilizing him just enough. I stepped in, grabbed his wrist, crushed it, felt the bones give under pressure, then drove my knee into his ribs.
-Crack!
He staggered.
I followed.
Claw straight through his chest.
This time I didn’t pull it out immediately.
I leaned closer instead.
“Wrong place,” I whispered.
Then I ripped sideways.
He collapsed.
Silence followed.
Short.
Heavy.
Bodies scattered across the marble like broken statues.
Light dimmed slightly.
The air smelled… different now.
Warmer.
Iron and ozone mixing in something that definitely didn’t belong in a place like this.
I rolled my shoulder once, loosening the tension.
“That was disappointing.”
And then… One left.
He stood at the edge of the platform, breathing hard, weapon shaking slightly in his grip.
Good.
Fear.
That made things easier.
I walked toward him.
Slow.
No rush.
Claws still dripping.
Wings half-spread behind me.
My smile?
Yeah.
Back.
The wrong kind.
“Okay,” I said casually. “Let’s try this again.”
He raised his weapon.
Didn’t attack.
Smart.
I closed the distance anyway.
He swung.
Desperate.
Predictable.
I caught his wrist mid-swing.
Crushed it.
The weapon fell.
My other hand snapped up, fingers wrapping around his throat, and lifted him clean off the ground.
His feet kicked.
Hands clawed at mine.
I squeezed slightly.
Not enough to kill.
Just enough to remind him how close he was.
“Where’s the exit?” I asked.
Straightforward.
Simple.
He choked.
Coughed.
“…Kill… me…”
I tilted my head.
“You serious?”
“You… won’t… able… to get… out…”
Ah.
That kind of loyalty.
Annoying.
I tightened my grip slightly.
Felt his neck strain.
Another inch?
And yeah, it would snap.
Easy.
Too easy.
For a second, I almost did it.
Because honestly?
Would’ve been simpler.
Less talking.
Less thinking.
Just done.
But then, I remembered that one skill.
The one I hated.
But useful.
Always useful.
I exhaled slowly.
“Fine.”
My grip loosened just enough to keep him conscious.
“If you don’t want to talk…”
My eyes darkened slightly.
“Then I’ll just take it.”
His eyes widened.
Too late.
“Mind Corruption.”
Dark energy slipped from my fingertips, seeping into his skull like smoke forced through cracks. His body jerked violently, wings twitching, halo flickering uncontrollably.
“Read,” I murmured.
My voice dropped.
Flat.
Cold.
“I want to know who’s behind this.”
His scream didn’t come out properly.
Just a broken sound.
Then, it hit.
Memories.
A throne.
Massive.
Cold.
Something else.
Something higher.
A figure sitting there.
Not a king.
No.
A woman.
A goddess.
I frowned slightly.
Never seen her before.
Her presence…
Sharp.
Cold.
Controlled.
Blue eyes.
Not warm.
Not kind.
Just… absolute.
She looked down.
And then… she looked at me.
Directly.
Like she could see me through the memory.
That shouldn’t be possible.
That wasn’t possible.
“There’s no exit.”
Her voice echoed.
Calm.
Final.
“If you want to get out…”
A faint smile.
Not friendly.
Not inviting.
Just knowing.
“…you need to find me…”
A pause.
And then…
“Erebus.”
My eyes snapped open.
Back.
Light dimension.
Angel still in my grip.
Barely conscious.
My head throbbed slightly from the feedback.
“Well,” I muttered.
“That’s new.”
I looked down at him.
Then released my grip.
He dropped to the ground, gasping weakly.
Alive.
For now.
I rolled my neck slowly, gaze lifting back toward the endless sky.
“No exit, huh?”
A small smile crept back onto my face.
Sharp.
Interested.
“Guess I’m going hunting then.”