The Incubus System Chapter 1464. Gabrielle's Bloodline
The Incubus System Chapter 1464. Gabrielle's Bloodline
That question killed the atmosphere instantly.
Even Red lifted his head from the floor.
The room went quiet enough that I could hear the toaster clicking softly as it cooled down.
Red spoke first. “Do you think they’ll target Celia too?”
Shadow’s ears flattened slightly. “That sucks.”
I leaned back slowly in my chair and rubbed my face once. “It could happen.”
That possibility alone already made something ugly stir in my chest.
Not fear.
Something meaner.
Possessive.
Violent.
The idea of Light Dimension looking at Celia like some kind of resource made my stomach twist instantly.
Astra stayed silent for a moment before answering carefully. “I don’t know.”
Not comforting.
At all.
“The king only knows you,” Astra continued. “As far as the Light Realm understands, you’re Gabrielle’s only child.”
I frowned slightly. “And Celia?”
Astra glanced toward the hallway upstairs briefly. “She shouldn’t be detectable yet.”
That made me pause.
“Shouldn’t?”
“She hasn’t awakened.”
Puriel nodded slowly in agreement. “Right now she’s basically similar to humans or demon hunters.”
Astra continued calmly. “The difference is… she carries faint demonic energy.”
“Not angelic? At all?” I asked immediately, making sure.
Astra shook her head. “None that I can sense.”
Okay.
Relief hit immediately.
Small relief.
Fragile relief.
But still relief.
I exhaled slowly and leaned back again. “That’s good.” Then immediately grimaced. “But that still means she could become a target later.”
Astra sighed softly. “Ethan.” She folded her arms. “Like I said, this is all analysis. We could be completely wrong.”
I stared at her flatly. “Not really comforting when discussing heavenly kidnapping.”
“Fair.”
Puriel looked worried now too.
Astra continued carefully. “The king might want you dead.”
Wonderful.
“He might ignore you entirely.”
Unlikely.
“Or…”
Her expression darkened slightly.
“…he might truly want your blood.”
Puriel frowned immediately. “But Ethan’s blood is corrupted.”
Ouch.
Direct hit.
She realized it too late and flinched slightly. “I mean—”
“No,” I muttered while stabbing my sausage dramatically. “It’s fine. Very nice phrasing actually.”
Puriel looked guilty instantly.
Astra however nodded slowly. “She’s right though.”
Fantastic.
Amazing morning conversation.
“The king’s concern would probably be exactly that,” Astra said carefully. “Your bloodline is mixed. He won’t see Ethan as a proper continuation of Gabrielle,” she continued quietly. “He’ll see him as stained.”
…
Wow.
Cool.
Love that.
I deadpanned at the table while chewing mechanically.
Yeah.
Now I really felt like some trash bastard child from a fantasy tragedy.
Half demon.
Half angel.
Too corrupted for Heaven.
Too holy for Hell.
Classic hybrid experience.
At this point I felt less like a person and more like some endangered species everyone wanted to either study, weaponize, worship, or kill.
Then…
Something clicked inside my head.
Fast.
Sharp.
I slowly lowered my fork. “Wait.”
Puriel blinked. “What?”
I looked at Astra. “If he doesn’t want me because my blood is corrupted…”
Astra frowned slightly. “Then?”
“…Then he could target Celia instead.”
Silence.
Astra visibly grimaced.
Actually grimaced.
“If he doesn’t want you,” she said slowly, “why would he want your sister?”
I pointed weakly. “Because her bloodline is cleaner.”
Astra immediately shook her head. “No.” She spoke more firmly now. “Her blood only contains faint demonic energy. No angelic energy at all.”
Puriel nodded slowly too. “She’s dormant.”
Astra continued. “Her blood should be useless for resurrection.” A pause. “Unless…”
She stopped.
I narrowed my eyes immediately. “Unless what?”
Astra sighed. “Unless someone knew how to awaken her angelic side.”
The room went still again.
Shadow stopped grooming himself.
Red’s ears twitched slightly.
“Can that happen?” I asked quietly.
Astra hesitated. “Technically yes.”
Great.
Fantastic.
Love that for me.
“But it’s difficult,” Astra added quickly. “Very difficult. Not something done casually.”
I leaned forward slightly now. “Forced awakening.”
Puriel blinked. “Huh?”
I stared at the table while thinking rapidly. “If someone wanted to trigger dormant angelic power manually…”
Astra slowly understood where my brain was going.
Then immediately looked horrified.
“Wait.”
I looked at her directly. “He could force it.”
Astra’s eyes widened slightly. “Force it how?”
“Like what I did to Puriel. But minus the consent.”
Puriel suddenly froze too.
The silence after that realization was deeply cursed.
Because all three of us connected the dots at the exact same time.
Astra blinked slowly.
“…Like the king sleeping with her?” I said then I grimaced immediately. Just imagining it made me want to tear the king apart, even though I hadn’t met him yet.
Astra’s eyes widened. “W-What?”
Puriel looked awkward beyond belief now. “Uh…”
We both looked at her.
Puriel turned red. “Actually that’s how Ethan broke his angelic seal.”
Silence.
Then Astra slowly facepalmed. “Oh.” Another pause. “That explains literally everything.”
I pointed weakly. “I did it with consent. Please underline that.”
Astra still looked horrified by the implications.
“But here’s the catch,” she muttered quickly. “Your situation is different.”
I frowned. “How?”
“You’re an incubus.”
“Right.”
“Your race naturally interacts with energy, lust, and soul resonance.”
Puriel looked away awkwardly.
Very awkwardly.
Astra continued. “That’s why it worked with Puriel.” Then she pointed upstairs. “But Celia isn’t a succubus.”
Oh.
Right.
That actually made sense.
“She doesn’t have your compatibility,” Astra explained. “No awakening instinct. No resonance pattern.”
I exhaled slowly. “So as long as I don’t accidentally awaken anything in her…”
“She should be safe.”
Should.
That word again.
I looked directly at Astra. “You really love uncertainty huh?”
Astra sighed softly. “I’m trying to be honest with you.”
Which honestly made this worse.
Because she wasn’t lying.
She genuinely didn’t know.
None of them did.
And somehow that uncertainty felt more dangerous than a direct threat.
I stared quietly at Celia’s untouched breakfast plate afterward.
Eggs.
Toast.
Simple things.
Human things.
Then I imagined the king looking at her the same way he looked at me.
Like blood.
Like possibility.
Like replacement.
Something cold moved through my chest instantly.
No.
Absolutely not.
I lowered my gaze slowly. “He’s not touching my sister.”
The room went quiet again.
Not because I raised my voice.
But because I didn’t.
Because somehow the calmness sounded worse.