The Incubus System Chapter 1450. Skip Straight to Violence

The Incubus System Chapter 1450. Skip Straight to Violence

I stared at her.

Flatly.

“Kinda.” I narrowed my eyes slowly.

Wait.

“ Hold on.”

Ruby froze slightly.

“Why,” I asked slowly, “were you not panicking at all earlier?”

Ruby looked away.

Very suspiciously.

“Ruby.”

She coughed awkwardly.

“Well…”

My eyes narrowed harder.

“…Ruby.”

“I was here already?”

Silence.

“…What?”

Ruby scratched her cheek.

“So… hypothetically…”

“That word is never good.”

“I came here like two hours ago.”

I stared.

She smiled weakly.

“And to avoid detection during my ‘happy time’…”

The room got quieter.

“I left my demon compass and phone at home.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Then Shadow slowly lifted his head from the desk.

“…So while we thought Ethan got kidnapped and possibly killed…” Shadow said. “You were naked in his bed voluntarily off-grid.”

Ruby nodded proudly.

“Correct.”

I facepalmed again so hard it echoed through the house.

Honestly?

At this point my life sounded fake even to me.

Yeah.

No wonder my sanity kept filing resignation letters.

I slowly dragged my hand down my face and sighed.

“I guess I should text Larry first.”

Because that idiot was probably spiraling right now.

Actually no.

Definitely spiraling.

I looked toward Astra afterward.

“And you.”

She lifted a brow slightly.

“I’ll accept you as a guest,” I said carefully. “For now.”

Puriel visibly relaxed.

Ruby grinned.

Astra nodded once.

“Thank you.”

Still formal.

Still dignified.

I finally headed downstairs.

The wooden steps creaked softly under my feet while the noise upstairs slowly blended together behind me, Ruby arguing with Shadow, Puriel trying to calm Astra down, Red barking for absolutely no reason.

Home.

Weirdly enough?

Still home.

The living room lights were warm when I stepped down fully. Cozy. Familiar. Slightly messy. My bag sat on the couch exactly where Larry must’ve dropped it earlier.

I walked over and grabbed it immediately.

Then my phone.

Battery still alive somehow.

Miracle.

I unlocked it and typed quickly.

Ethan: Dude, I’m fine. I already came back. Thanks for delivering my bag.

Then another one to Mrs. Clea. Just in case.

Ethan: Sorry for disappearing suddenly, Mrs. Clea. I’m okay now.

The replies didn’t even have time to arrive before my phone exploded into ringing.

Face call.

Larry.

I accepted it immediately.

His face appeared instantly and wow.

Yeah.

That man looked terrible.

Hair messy. Sweating. Eyes wide. Like he’d been stress-pacing around his room for the last hour while imagining my funeral.

The moment he saw me, he leaned forward hard enough to almost headbutt the camera.

“YOU’RE ALIVE.”

“Uh, kinda.”

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine.”

“You disappeared from the toilet!”

“Yeah, I know how that sounds.”

Larry dragged both hands through his hair aggressively.

“No, because that’s weird, Ethan! That’s horror movie weird!”

Honestly?

Fair.

I leaned against the couch and sighed.

“Angels kidnapped me.”

Larry froze.

“The same angels like last time?”

“Different angels this time.”

“Oh my God.”

He looked genuinely exhausted.

Like my existence personally aged him.

“But…” Larry frowned deeply. “I thought the queen said they wouldn’t make a move unless you were dangerous or guilty or whatever they think about you. Then why did they kidnap you?! You literally didn’t do anything!”

“Well…” I scratched my cheek awkwardly. “Technically, it wasn’t the queen.”

Larry blinked.

“What?”

“Puriel’s sister.”

Silence.

“She has a sister?”

“Apparently.”

“That’s terrifying.”

“Yeah.”

Larry slumped back into his chair dramatically.

“So let me get this straight,” he muttered. “There are multiple angel queens now?”

“I don’t think they’re queens.”

“That somehow makes it worse.”

Honestly?

Also fair.

I sighed softly and looked toward the ceiling.

“The problem is they’ve got a lot of misunderstandings about me.”

Larry pointed aggressively. “Is this about your reputation?”

“Yeah. What else?”

“Your reputation is awful.” Larry groaned loudly. “Dude, they think you’re some ancient, cruel demon lord or something.”

“…Actually they thought I was Erebus.”

Silence.

Long silence.

Then Larry slowly leaned closer to the camera.

“Your ancestor? Again?”

I huffed a long breath. “Yeah. See? Even YOU know how bad that sounds.”

“How are you alive?”

“Charisma.”

“You killed them, didn’t you?”

“…Uh.”

“ETHAN.”

“I tried diplomacy first!”

Larry looked unconvinced instantly.

“That does sound like something you’d do,” he admitted, squinting slightly at the screen. “But honestly? I’m not really sure anymore.”

“Rude.”

“No, listen.” He pointed at me through the camera dramatically. “From what I’ve seen, angels usually skip straight to violence.”

“That part is true.”

“So what happened?”

I sighed and leaned deeper into the couch.

“They attacked first.”

Larry immediately threw both hands upward.

“SEE?!”

“I know!”

I rubbed my temple slowly while remembering the whole thing.

“The first group went full attack mode,” I admitted. “So yeah… I had to fight.”

Larry stared at me carefully after that.

Not joking now.

“Did you kill them?”

The room felt quieter for a second.

“…Some were clones.”

“That is NOT a reassuring answer.”

“I tried not to.”

“But?”

I exhaled through my nose slowly.

“But they weren’t exactly giving me peaceful negotiation opportunities.”

Larry leaned back in his chair hard.

“…Man.”

His voice softened slightly.

“You say things like that way too casually now.”

That one hit quietly.

Because yeah.

He was right.

It sounded like Tuesday.

And honestly that realization felt a little terrifying when I actually stopped long enough to think about it.

That caught him off guard slightly.

“Well yeah,” he muttered. “You’re my friend, idiot.”

Dangerous sentence.

Emotionally dangerous.

I immediately ruined the mood.

“Aww. You worried about me.”

“Shut up!”

I laughed properly this time.

Actually laughed.

Larry sighed again afterward, calmer now.

“Take some rest, bud.”

His expression softened slightly.

“Never thought becoming a nephilim would be this exhausting.”

That one landed quietly.

Because yeah.

Nobody really talked about that part.

The pressure.

The expectations.

The fear.

The constant feeling like entire worlds were staring at me waiting for me to become either a savior or a disaster.

And honestly?

Sometimes I didn’t know which one scared me more.

“Yeah,” I admitted softly.

The call ended shortly after.