The Incubus System Chapter 1448. Greatest Enemy
The Incubus System Chapter 1448. Greatest Enemy
Astra noticed it too.
I could tell.
Her eyes narrowed slightly while looking between me and Puriel.
Observing.
Analyzing.
Like she was slowly piecing together something she didn’t fully understand yet.
A soft growl interrupted the room.
Everyone paused.
I froze instantly.
Ruby looked at me slowly.
Puriel blinked.
Astra tilted her head slightly.
And then my stomach growled again.
Louder this time.
…
“Oh my God,” Ruby whispered dramatically. “The mighty nephilim defeated by hunger.”
I pointed at her immediately. “I fought angels today.”
“And now your greatest enemy is low blood sugar.”
I stared at Ruby.
Ruby stared back completely shamelessly while sitting half-dressed on my bed like she hadn’t helped destroy my dignity three separate times today.
Then Puriel laughed again.
Soft.
Bright.
That sound really was unfair.
Because suddenly the tension in my chest loosened just a little without permission. The room felt warmer. Lighter. Safer.
I rubbed the back of my neck and huffed dramatically.
“That just makes me normal.”
Astra ignored the entire comedy around her and looked at me calmly again.
“I will still stay here.”
There it was again.
That sentence.
The one ruining my already fragile housing situation.
I sighed deeply and looked toward Puriel instinctively.
The moment our eyes met.
[You have connected to Puriel.]
Telepathy.
I kept my face neutral while speaking mentally instead.
‘Can we trust her?’
Puriel blinked softly.
Then her voice echoed gently inside my head.
‘Yes.’
A pause.
‘Among all angels… she is the one I trust most.’
I looked at Astra again after that.
Longer this time.
Actually looked.
Not just at the divine aesthetic and terrifying older-sister energy.
But at the exhaustion underneath it.
The confusion.
The fear she clearly wasn’t used to admitting.
And yeah…
If Puriel trusted her that much?
Then fine.
I exhaled slowly. “Alright.” I pointed at Astra now. “But rules first.”
Her brows lifted slightly.
“This house,” I said calmly, “is my late dad’s legacy.”
The room softened slightly after that sentence.
Not visibly.
Emotionally.
Because even now… saying that still did something weird to me.
Dad.
The house.
The memories.
The empty room I still couldn’t bring myself to touch properly.
I continued before my brain lingered too long there.
“So don’t mess it up.”
Astra nodded once.
Reasonable enough.
“Second,” I continued, “a lot of demons stay here. Meaning no random holy executions.”
“Third,” I added while glaring at everyone equally now, “please try getting along.”
Silence.
Everyone looked away instantly.
Cowards.
I pointed harder.
“I’m serious.”
Astra folded her arms.
“Fine.”
Puriel nodded quickly.
“…Understand?” I stated.
Astra looked at me for another second.
Then…
“Deal.”
I snapped my fingers.
[Devil Space Cancelled.]
The world shifted again.
The pressure of the pocket dimension vanished instantly as reality folded back into place around us. My actual room returned fully, same messy bed, same scattered clothes, same faint smell of tea and chaos permanently embedded into the walls.
Honestly?
Comforting.
Then…
-BANG!
My door flew open so hard it almost died.
“BROTHER—”
Celia launched herself at me immediately.
No hesitation.
Just full-speed emotional missile.
I barely had enough time to open my arms before she crashed into me, wrapping herself around my waist tightly.
“You’re back!”
I stumbled half a step backward from the force of it and laughed softly despite myself.
“Yeah,” I muttered, hugging her back automatically. “I’m back.”
Celia buried her face against my chest immediately.
“I thought you disappeared again…”
That one hit quietly.
Not hard.
Just enough.
Because yeah.
I forgot sometimes how much they worried.
I rested my hand gently on her head.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered softer now. “I won’t.”
Then chaos multiplied instantly.
Red barged into the room first, barking loudly before skidding across the floor dramatically. Shadow jumped onto the desk in one smooth motion, fur puffed slightly. Rave flew in circles overhead while Buni hopped in aggressively tiny battle-mode beside them.
And behind all of them…
Foxy.
She entered quietly compared to the others, but the moment her eyes landed on Astra?
Everything changed.
The atmosphere snapped tight instantly.
My pets froze.
Foxy froze.
Astra’s gaze sharpened immediately.
Battle stances everywhere.
Ah.
Fantastic.
Five seconds into reality and we already reached racial tension.
Foxy’s fox ears twitched slightly as she stepped forward protectively.
“You…”
Her voice lowered.
“Who are you?”
Red growled.
Shadow’s eyes narrowed.
Rave flapped once and landed on the shelf like he was preparing tactical commentary.
Buni somehow looked threatening despite being rabbit-sized.
Honestly impressive.
Astra looked around slowly.
“Your household is strange.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
Foxy ignored me completely.
Her gaze stayed locked on Astra.
Divine aura residue still lingered around her despite hiding most of it.
Enough for demons to notice instantly.
And yeah.
My house?
Extremely sensitive to danger around me.
Foxy took another slow step forward.
“You smell like the Light Realm.”
Straight to the point.
Astra looked at her calmly.
“And you smell like Demon.”
…
Puriel covered her mouth immediately.
Even Shadow looked emotionally invested now.
Foxy narrowed her eyes.
“I serve Master.”
Astra’s gaze flicked toward me briefly.
“I noticed.”
The room got weirdly quiet after that.
Because yeah.
From Astra’s perspective this probably looked insane.
One angel clinging emotionally to me.
One stalker servant sleeping naked in my bed.
One fox demon calling me Master.
Four suspiciously intelligent pets.
One little sister emotionally attached to me.
And me?
Standing in the middle like the exhausted manager of an interdimensional circus.
Honestly?
Fair reaction.
Celia finally noticed Astra properly and blinked.
“Oh.”
She looked at me slowly.
“…Brother.”
I already knew that tone.
Dangerous tone.
“What?”
“…Why is there another woman in your room?”
I pointed immediately.
“She’s temporary.”
Astra crossed her arms.
“We’ll see.”
I rubbed my face again and pointed at her tiredly. “She’s Puriel’s sister.”
Celia blinked.
Then blinked again harder.
“Wait…” Her eyes widened slowly. “…So she’s an angel?”
“Yeah.”
Astra smirked faintly, though it looked more dangerous than playful. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill your brother…”
A small pause.
“…Yet.”
‘WHY DOES EVERYONE IN THE LIGHT REALM TALK LIKE A VILLAIN?’ I screamed internally.
Then Astra’s gaze shifted toward Celia properly.
Not casual.
Focused.
Sharp.
The smirk faded.
“…Wait.”
She stepped slightly closer.
“She’s your sister?”
I nodded slowly.
“Why,” Astra murmured, visibly confused now, “can’t I feel any demonic or angelic power from her?”