The Incubus System Chapter 1456. Too Demonic, Too Angelic

The Incubus System Chapter 1456. Too Demonic, Too Angelic

That thought stayed in my head longer than I expected.

Annoyingly longer.

Because yeah… it felt vulnerable somehow.

Admitting that maybe Ethan was enough after all.

Not Damian.

Not the nephilim.

Not the incubus king aesthetic with horns and wings and all the dangerous nonsense.

Just… me.

Weird.

Very weird.

I dried the last plate slowly before finally turning off the water.

The kitchen lights felt softer now. Warmer. Outside the windows, the night had settled fully over the city. Quiet streets. Dim lights. Normal people probably doing normal things.

Meanwhile my house had angels, demons, an emotionally unstable servant, and a rabbit with attitude problems.

Balanced lifestyle.

I stepped back into the dining room afterward and stretched slightly.

“Well,” I announced dramatically. “I’m going to my room before this house creates another emotional incident.”

Ruby immediately raised her hand. “No promises.”

“Exactly why I’m leaving.”

Puriel smiled softly at me over her tea cup. “Good night, Ethan.”

Astra glanced at me too.

And there it was again.

That look.

Still softer than before.

Still warmer.

The fact that she kept looking at me like that after trying to kill me earlier was genuinely terrifying.

I pointed at her immediately. “No plotting.”

“I’m not plotting.”

“Suspiciously quick answer.”

Puriel giggled.

I escaped upstairs before the conversation could evolve into something catastrophic again.

My room greeted me with familiar chaos. Messy desk. Open notebooks.

I sat down at the desk and opened my books eventually.

Studying felt weirdly easy now.

Like my brain processed information faster than before. Lines blurred together into understanding almost instantly.

Yeah.

High INT stats were absolutely cheating.

I skimmed through several pages, memorized formulas way faster than any normal student should, then eventually leaned back in the chair with a sigh.

“Okay. That’s unfair.”

Not complaining though.

Absolutely not complaining.

After a while I finally stood and headed toward the bathroom. Warm water. Quiet room. Dim lights. The tension from earlier slowly washed off my body alongside the leftover dust from fighting in another dimension.

Today felt absurd even by my standards.

Yeah.

A normal Tuesday apparently.

I changed afterward and stepped back into my room, already mentally preparing for one specific possibility.

Ruby.

After the dining room incident there was at least an eighty percent chance she’d sneak into my bed tonight.

Which meant I was emotionally preparing for chaos.

But instead…

I blinked.

Foxy sat on my bed.

In her fox form.

Fluffy fur. Soft tails curled neatly around herself. Red eyes looking toward me immediately the moment I entered.

And somehow?

That sight alone relaxed me instantly.

“Master,” she said softly.

I smiled faintly.

“You don’t mind if I sleep here tonight, right?”

I walked over automatically and patted her head gently between the ears.

Warm.

Soft.

Comforting.

“No,” I answered quietly. “I don’t mind.”

Her tails wagged slightly at that.

Cute.

Dangerously cute.

I sat beside her on the bed and scratched lightly under her chin. “Puriel and Astra still catching up?”

Foxy nodded. “Yes. They seem like they’ll talk all night.”

They needed that.

“What about Celia?”

“Celia said it’s fine,” Foxy replied softly. “She doesn’t have classes tomorrow.”

I nodded slowly. “I see.”

Then without really thinking about it, I picked Foxy up carefully into my arms.

She made the softest surprised sound.

Tiny.

Adorable.

I carried her properly onto the bed and laid down afterward, pulling the blanket over us both.

Foxy shifted closer immediately, curling naturally against my chest while I wrapped an arm loosely around her.

Comfort.

That was the dangerous thing about this house.

No matter how insane things became…

There were moments like this.

Moments that made me want to stay.

Foxy looked up at me softly while resting against the pillow.

Her paw lifted slowly and touched my cheek gently.

I blinked. “Hm?”

“…Nothing.”

I smiled slightly. “Nothing?”

She looked away for a second before speaking quietly. “I’m just worried.”

I stayed silent and let her continue.

“They reject you,” Foxy whispered softly. “You have half their blood… yet they still reject you.”

…

Yeah.

That one hit.

Part of me did feel that too.

Even if I joked around most of the time.

Even if I acted relaxed.

There was still that small ugly feeling buried underneath everything.

Not enough.

Never fully belonging anywhere.

Too demonic for angels.

Too angelic for demons.

Too dangerous for humans.

Just… wrong.

Foxy’s ears lowered slightly. “I thought after we defeated Zatan and Beel…” she whispered, “…everything would finally calm down.”

Her eyes met mine again. “We could live peacefully.”

That expression.

The soft worry in it almost hurt more than actual battle wounds.

I smiled gently and stroked behind her ears slowly. “It’s normal.”

Foxy blinked softly.

“That’s what life is,” I murmured quietly. “One problem ends. Another starts.”

I looked toward the ceiling for a second.

Dark room.

Soft breathing.

Quiet night.

I laughed softly under my breath. “Sometimes I don’t understand it either.”

That earned a tiny smile from her.

“But…” I looked back at her again. “…I’ve survived worse.”

And yeah.

That part was true.

Pain.

Loneliness.

Fear.

I knew those already.

This?

This was manageable.

“I’ll be fine,” I whispered.

Then softer…

“We’ll be fine.”

Foxy stared at me quietly for another few seconds.

Then finally she moved closer and buried her face lightly against my chest.

Trusting.

Warm.

Safe.

Holding her there like that…

Yeah.

That felt enough for tonight.

The room stayed quiet afterward.

Just soft breathing.

Warm blanket.

Foxy’s tails occasionally brushing lightly against my arm.

Peaceful.

Rarely peaceful.

I looked down at her once more and smiled faintly, fingers brushing gently through her fur.

“Good night, Foxy.”

Her ears twitched slightly.

“Good night, Master.”

Soft voice.

Sleepy voice.

And after that?

Silence returned.

But even then, my eyes stayed open, staring quietly at the dark ceiling above me.

My chest felt strangely heavy again. “Let me exist,” I whispered softly into the darkness. “Let me live… as I am…”

Then finally, I closed my eyes.