The Incubus System Chapter 1449. Clones

The Incubus System Chapter 1449. Clones

Celia blinked.

Then immediately pointed at herself.

“Is that bad?”

Astra tilted her head slightly, eyes still focused on Celia like she was trying to solve a mathematical error in reality itself.

“Well… I can feel something,” Astra admitted slowly. “A very faint demonic signature.”

Her gaze shifted toward me.

“But it comes from you.”

The room got quiet again.

Not dangerous quiet this time.

Just curious.

I sighed softly and rubbed the back of my neck.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “She hasn’t awakened yet. And yes,” I added while pointing at myself, “the power you feel is mine.”

Astra kept staring at me after that.

Long.

Judgmental.

Or maybe analytical.

Hard to tell with angels honestly. They always looked like they were either evaluating your soul or mentally preparing a public execution.

Possibly both.

“I have many questions,” Astra finally said.

“Join the club.”

“But…” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “…I would rather answer them through observation.”

I pointed at her immediately.

“Fine.”

Then my tone flattened.

“But touch any of them…”

The room cooled slightly.

“…I’ll kill you.”

Silence.

Ruby immediately looked emotionally invested.

Shadow yawned.

Red wagged his tail once like murder threats were completely normal household conversation.

Astra smirked faintly.

“Possessive.”

I huffed.

“Protective.”

“Same thing.”

“Not even close.”

Honestly?

Maybe slightly close.

But still.

I snapped my fingers.

The transformation unraveled instantly.

The horns faded first. Then the wings dissolved into particles of dark light. The pressure in the room softened as my demonic form disappeared completely.

And just like that…

Back to Ethan.

Human-looking.

Average-looking.

No intimidating aura.

No glowing eyes.

Just me.

The room felt different immediately.

Lighter somehow.

Safer.

Which was weird because technically I was way more dangerous than I looked right now.

I stretched slightly and grumbled under my breath.

“I need to get my bag.”

Celia blinked.

“Your school bag?”

“Yeah.” I sighed dramatically. “Pretty sure it’s still abandoned in the college toilet where I got kidnapped like a loser.”

Honestly?

Worst kidnapping story ever.

No cool battlefield.

No dramatic ambush.

I was about to open another portal when suddenly, a hand caught my wrist.

I looked down.

Astra.

She was staring at me now.

Really staring.

Not at my aura.

Not at my powers.

At me.

“You are Damian?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I mean…” Her brows furrowed slightly. “Is this a disguise?”

I blinked once.

Then shook my head.

“Not really.”

I lifted my free hand slightly, pointing at my face.

“I was born like this. The demonic form came later after my awakening.”

Astra stayed quiet.

Still staring.

And then…

Oh no.

I recognized that look.

Wait.

No.

No no no.

Surely not.

Her cheeks pinked slightly.

Very slightly.

But enough.

And suddenly her gaze looked less analytical and more like a gil in love.

I waved my hand slowly in front of her face.

“You okay?”

Astra blinked hard like she just got caught doing something illegal mentally.

“Yes.”

A beat.

Then…

“You look cuter this way.”

Silence.

My brain stopped functioning for one full second. “What?”

“I prefer this form,” Astra admitted softly.

PURIEL IMMEDIATELY BETRAYED ME. “I agree.”

I turned toward her slowly. “You too?!”

Puriel looked completely shameless about it too.

Actually no.

Worse.

She looked sincere.

Ruby raised her hand enthusiastically. “I also agree!” Her eyes gleamed immediately after. “This version makes me want to tie him to a chair and do things to him.”

I physically cringed internally.

Actually spiritually recoiled.

I stared at all three women in complete confusion.

Wait.

Hold on.

So angels preferred my human form over the nephilim form?

That was unexpected. Puriel told about it before, but I thought it was just her weird preference.

I mean yeah, the demon form looked cooler.

Objectively cooler.

Wings. Horns. Aura. Intimidation factor.

This one?

I looked like some random college guy who forgot to sleep properly.

Maybe that was the point.

Less threatening.

More approachable.

Safer.

…Cute.

Ugh, I hated that word.

Celia meanwhile looked very pleased with herself for some reason.

“See?” she said proudly. “I told you Brother is handsome.”

“Traitor.”

She grinned.

Then suddenly remembered something.

“Oh right!”

She pointed toward the living room down the stairs.

“About your bag, Larry already brought it back like an hour ago.”

I blinked.

“What?”

Red barked once and flopped dramatically onto the floor.

“And he’s the one who told us you got kidnapped,” Foxy added quietly from beside the door.

Rave flapped down onto the bookshelf dramatically.

“That was why everyone panicked.”

Shadow yawned from the desk. “But apparently all for nothing.”

I pointed at him immediately. “I fought angels,” I argued. “A bunch of them.”

“And survived,” Shadow replied lazily. “So statistically, my nap was more productive.”

Astra crossed her arms and casually added…

“Oh please. Those angels were low-level. They were basically minions.”

Puriel tilted her head slightly. “Guards?”

Astra nodded once. “Clone types.”

I froze.

Actually froze.

“Clone what?”

Astra looked at me like I was the weird one here.

“Clones.”

I stared harder.

“You guys can clone people?”

“Of course.”

That answer came way too casually.

“We dislike sending real angels to die for repetitive missions,” Astra explained calmly. “So clone units handle basic assignments.”

I rubbed my face slowly.

“Basic assignments…”

Astra nodded.

“Guard duty. Escort missions. Purification work. Killing targets. Protecting gates.”

She waved her hand dismissively.

“The usual boring tasks.”

I stared at her.

“Killing me was considered a boring task?”

Astra looked genuinely confused why I sounded offended.

“You were only one nephilim.”

…

Wow.

Actual racism.

Puriel coughed awkwardly.

“Astra…”

“What?” Astra blinked. “The original units are stronger.”

I pointed at her immediately.

“Some of those clones had names.”

“Obviously.”

“Why?”

Astra looked at me with full deadpan energy now.

“If they don’t have names,” she said slowly, “how would we distinguish them from each other?”

I opened my mouth.

Closed it again.

Honestly?

Fair point.

Still horrifying.

My entire brain was still stuck on the fact heaven apparently mass-produced angel soldiers like some kind of holy sci-fi corporation.

Meanwhile Ruby tilted her head suddenly.

“Wait.”

She looked at me.

“Ethan got kidnapped?”