The Incubus System Chapter 1463. Judgmental

The Incubus System Chapter 1463. Judgmental

“Good morning.”

My voice came out surprisingly normal considering what happened less than twenty minutes ago.

That alone deserved respect.

I stepped into the dining room already showered, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans, bag hanging lazily over one shoulder while I mentally prepared myself for college and whatever fresh disaster the universe planned today.

The house smelled warm.

Tea.

Morning air.

Home.

Astra and Puriel were already sitting at the dining table. My pets looked alive again too. Red stretched lazily near the sofa while Shadow sat on top of the cabinet staring at me like he knew exactly what happened upstairs.

Which he probably did.

Rave tilted his head from the curtain rod.

Judgmental bird.

Buni just sat there calmly like this household wasn’t one emotional breakdown away from civil war.

Celia wasn’t here though.

Still sleeping probably.

Fair.

She deserved rest after yesterday’s chaos.

I glanced toward the kitchen.

“Guess I’m making breakfast.”

Shadow yawned dramatically.

“Risky.”

“Shut up.”

I headed into the kitchen anyway and opened the fridge while mentally calculating the maximum level of cooking I could safely achieve without accidentally poisoning the household.

Boiled eggs.

Sausage.

Toasted bread.

Safe options.

Probably.

Yeah.

There was absolutely no way I could fail that.

Hopefully.

Puriel smiled softly from the table.

“Morning.”

Astra meanwhile looked at me for exactly two seconds too long before asking, “You finished already?”

…

I physically almost walked into the counter.

My soul left my body briefly.

Then I recovered with maximum dignity.

“Yeah,” I answered while grabbing eggs aggressively. “I have classes. Can’t really stay upstairs forever.”

Ruby would probably disagree with that statement.

Violently.

I started preparing breakfast while trying very hard not to think about the fact Astra absolutely knew what happened earlier.

Actually no.

Worse.

She watched part of it.

My spirit still hadn’t recovered.

I cracked eggs into boiling water dramatically.

Astra stayed quiet for a second before speaking again.

“You don’t want to ask why I came to your room this morning?”

I paused mid-motion.

Then slowly looked over my shoulder.

“Because you wanted to see me sleeping?”

Astra deadpanned instantly.

“Seriously?”

I shrugged weakly.

“Well, it was a guess.”

Puriel snorted softly into her tea.

I pointed the kitchen tongs accusingly toward Astra.

“In my defense, your timing was suspicious.”

“You were making enough noise to wake the neighborhood.”

“That sounds judgmental.”

“It is.”

I rubbed my face once before returning to the stove.

Then Puriel’s expression softened slightly.

“We actually wanted to tell you something.”

That changed the atmosphere immediately.

The kitchen suddenly felt quieter.

Heavier.

I looked toward them again while flipping sausages in the pan.

“About?”

Puriel and Astra exchanged a glance.

“The king.”

I leaned against the counter slightly.

“Okay,” I said carefully. “Tell me.”

Astra folded her arms.

“This is only analysis. We don’t have proof.”

“That sentence alone already sounds dangerous.”

“It probably is.”

Wonderful.

Absolutely wonderful.

I sighed dramatically and continued making toast while listening.

Puriel spoke first this time.

“We think the king might want something from you.”

I barked out a tired laugh immediately.

“Other than murder?”

“No.”

Puriel’s voice stayed serious.

“Something else.”

That made me pause properly.

Because Puriel didn’t sound emotional right now.

She sounded worried.

Astra’s gaze locked onto me carefully.

“The king has been trying to resurrect Gabrielle for a very long time.”

“Resurrection?”

Puriel nodded slowly.

“It failed every time.”

Astra continued quietly.

“He exhausted himself multiple times attempting it. To the point the borders were sealed because he became vulnerable afterward.”

I frowned slightly.

“Okay…”

Then the next sentence came.

“And during the last failures,” Astra said carefully, “he started talking about bloodlines.”

Silence.

The sausage crackled softly in the pan.

My brain slowly processed that sentence.

“What kind of bloodlines?”

Neither angel answered immediately.

Which already told me enough.

Then Puriel finally spoke softly.

“Gabrielle’s.”

…

Oh.

No.

I stared at them for a long second.

Then pointed at myself weakly.

“You think he wants my blood?”

Astra winced slightly.

“We’re not certain.”

“That is NOT a comforting sentence.”

Puriel looked genuinely apologetic now.

“The Light Dimension still thinks you’re Erebus.”

I groaned immediately. “WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP THINKING THAT.”

“The border had been closed for a long time,” Astra explained. “Most angels don’t know the exact lineage anymore.”

“So to them,” I muttered tiredly, “…I’m basically Gabrielle’s son.”

“Yes.”

I looked at the ceiling.

“Fine. Cool.”

Shadow yawned from the cabinet.

“Told you staying average was better.”

“Helpful.”

The toast popped up behind me and nearly gave me a heart attack.

I grabbed it dramatically.

“Okay,” I muttered while putting breakfast plates together. “Let me get this straight.”

I pointed toward Puriel.

“He hates me.”

Then Astra.

“He thinks I’m Erebus.”

Then myself.

“And now maybe he wants my blood because apparently my family tree is everybody’s problem.”

Puriel looked guilty.

“…Basically.”

I stared blankly for a second.

Then laughed.

Actually laughed.

What else was I supposed to do at this point?

“This family drama is insane.”

Astra frowned slightly.

“You’re taking this surprisingly calmly.”

I plated the eggs carefully before answering.

“I fought demon lords, claimed my title as the Crown Prince of the Dark Dimension, got attacked by angels, and I’m still going to college pretending to be a normal student.”

I looked at her directly.

“My emotional damage meter is already full.”

Puriel immediately turned red.

Astra looked away suspiciously fast.

Caught.

Again.

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

“You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I simply dislike your lack of shame.”

“Hey,” I protested while carrying plates to the table. “I was born this handsome. That’s not my fault.”

Shadow gagged dramatically from across the room.

Rude cat.

I pointed at him immediately. “You literally lick yourself to clean your ass. Your opinion means nothing.”

Shadow looked offended. “Personal attack.”

“Correct.”

Puriel covered her mouth, trying not to laugh while Astra looked deeply confused about why a cat could emotionally participate in conversations.

Fair reaction.

I grabbed the plates carefully afterward and walked toward the dining table. One for me. One for Celia once she woke up.

Simple breakfast.

Simple morning.

Ignoring the horrifying heavenly conspiracy hanging above my head.

I sat down slowly.

Then looked at both angels.

“Anyway…”

The warmth from the food suddenly felt smaller now.

Heavier.

“The main question is…”

My fingers tapped lightly against the table.

“…Is he only targeting me?”

A pause.

“Or Celia too?”