The Incubus System Chapter 1440. You Have Corrupted The Pure
The Incubus System Chapter 1440. You Have Corrupted The Pure
Her gaze didn’t waver.
Not even a blink.
Just… locked on me like she was trying to decide which part of me to erase first.
Then…
“Truth?”
She laughed.
Cold.
Sharp.
Not loud, but it cut.
“What truth?” she continued, leaning back slightly on her throne, fingers tapping once against the armrest. “What I know… is that you have corrupted the pure.”
…
I cringed internally.
Hard.
Like physically had to resist the urge to pinch my nose again.
“Okay, seriously,” I muttered under my breath. “What kind of news are you guys getting here?”
Because none of this made sense.
None.
Zero.
What pure?
What stain?
Who even…
“You have stained her,” she said again, voice firmer this time. “You have corrupted her.”
I blinked. “Who?”
She didn’t hesitate.
“My sister.”
A pause.
“Puriel.”
…
Oh.
I opened my mouth.
Closed it again.
Opened it slightly.
Closed it.
“Right.”
That explained a lot.
Same hair.
Same eyes.
Same… family drama energy.
And yeah, Puriel did say angels called each other brothers and sisters.
But this?
This felt less like “general angel thing” and more like actual family.
Which made this… Worse.
Because now?
This wasn’t just “divine judgment.”
This was…. Protective older sister mode.
Great.
Love that for me.
“Okay,” I exhaled slowly. “First of all—”
“You defiled her.”
“Whoa, okay, let’s not jump—”
“You stained her purity.”
“Can we not use that wording?”
Because wow.
That sounded way worse out loud.
Like I committed some cosmic crime instead of…
Okay yeah.
We did have sex.
But still.
Context matters.
“I didn’t do anything she didn’t agree to,” I said, raising a hand slightly. “It was consensual.”
Her expression darkened instantly.
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I mean… yeah?”
Because it was.
Puriel wasn’t forced.
Wasn’t tricked.
Wasn’t…
Okay.
I did make a lot of preparation before we did it.
But still.
That counts.
Right?
Right???
She rose from her throne.
Slowly.
Gracefully.
Dangerously.
The air shifted.
Pressure rising.
“You must have deceived her,” she said, stepping down one step at a time. “Manipulated her. Chained her will. Tortured her into submission.”
I stared at her. “Do I look like I have time for all that?”
Because wow.
That was a lot of accusations.
Very creative though.
Points for imagination.
“I freed her,” I said, voice a little sharper now. “She was literally trapped in a crystal for thousands of years.”
Silence.
A beat.
She scoffed.
“You?”
…
I rubbed my face again.
“Yeah, okay, that reaction is getting old. I’m innocent!”
“Innocent?” she continued, her voice dropping lower. “You dare call yourself innocent?”
I cringed again.
Not visibly.
Internally.
Because yeah.
I wouldn’t call myself innocent either.
But this?
This wasn’t even close to the truth.
“Look,” I exhaled, trying, actually trying, to keep this from escalating. “You don’t have the full story.”
“I have enough.”
“No, you really don’t.”
“She is no longer pure.”
“Okay, we need to redefine what ‘pure’ means real quick.”
Because what even is this conversation?
I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing half a step before stopping myself.
Stay still.
“You’re telling me,” I said slowly, “that you don’t know she was imprisoned?”
Silence.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Imprisoned?”
Oh, that’s bad.
“You don’t know?” I asked, genuinely caught off guard now.
She didn’t answer.
Which? That answered everything.
I let out a short breath.
“Wow.”
So let me get this straight.
She didn’t know she was trapped.
Didn’t know she was suffering.
Didn’t know she needed help.
But she did know she wasn’t “pure” anymore.
“Are you guys serious?” I muttered.
Because that?
That was insane.
That was actually insane.
“You hear what you want to hear, don’t you?” I added, looking back at her. “Ignore the rest.”
Her aura flared.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
“Watch your words.”
“No, I’m serious,” I continued, tone flattening. “You didn’t notice she was gone for thousands of years, but the moment she sleeps with someone, suddenly it’s a crisis?”
Silence.
Tension.
Heavy.
Her gaze hardened.
Cold.
“You speak like you understand us.”
“I don’t,” I said immediately. “That’s the problem.”
Because yeah.
This didn’t add up.
Not logically.
Not emotionally.
Not even politically.
It was just…
Selective information.
Selective outrage.
And somehow?
I was the center of it.
Lucky me.
Hurray!
“You are the reason she has fallen,” she said again, stepping closer now.
Closer.
Too close.
Her presence pressed against mine like opposing forces testing each other.
“She hasn’t fallen,” I shot back. “You guys left her. And now she chose me.”
“Because you manipulated her!”
“She’s not that weak!”
The words came out sharper than I intended.
And yeah, that hit something.
Because for a split second, her expression flickered.
Not anger.
Not yet.
Something else.
Something close to… Conflict.
Then it vanished.
Replaced again by cold certainty.
“You expect me to believe that my sister would give herself to a demon willingly?”
I blinked.
“Wow,” I scoffed.
That one stung.
Not because of me.
But because of what it implied about Puriel.
“You really don’t know her, do you?” I muttered.
That did it.
Her aura exploded.
Light surged outward, filling the chamber with blinding intensity.
“You dare—”
“Hey,” I raised a hand quickly. “I’m just saying—”
“You will not speak of her like that!”
“Oh, now I can’t speak either?”
Because yeah.
This conversation was going downhill fast.
Real fast.
I exhaled slowly.
“Alright.”
I rolled my shoulders once.
Wings shifting slightly behind me.
“Let’s simplify this.”
Her eyes locked onto mine.
“I didn’t force her,” I said calmly. “I didn’t manipulate her. I didn’t trick her.”
A beat.
“She chose me,” I hissed.
Silence.
Then…
Rage.
Pure.
Sharp.
Unfiltered.
“That is enough.”
The words dropped like a sentence.
Final.
Absolute.
And yeah.
There it was.
Conversation over.
I scoffed. “Yeah, saw that coming.”
Because honestly?
I tried.
I really did.
But this?
This wasn’t about logic.
This wasn’t about facts.
This was…
Emotion.
Protectiveness.
And a whole lot of outdated information.
Her hand lifted.
Light gathered instantly.
Dense.
Condensed.
Dangerous.
I stepped back slightly, wings shifting, claws flexing again as demonic energy stirred in response.
“Alright,” I muttered. “Back to violence it is.”
She didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t warn.
Didn’t count down.
The moment the light finished forming, she attacked.