The Incubus System Chapter 1467. Denial

The Incubus System Chapter 1467. Denial

Astra looked away instantly.

Syntyche grinned like a predator sensing weakness. “Oh she’s doomed.”

“I AM NOT.”

Ruby leaned against my shoulder smugly. “She’s in the first stage.”

Puriel nodded sympathetically. “Denial.”

Astra looked betrayed. “Why are you helping them?”

Puriel smiled innocently. “Because they’re right.”

I exhaled deeply. “Okay…” I pointed around the destroyed room dramatically. “Can I at least assume none of you want to kill each other anymore?”

Nefaris smiled sweetly. “No.” Hope sparked briefly. “But if she does something suspicious,” she continued while looking directly at Astra, “I’ll kill her.”

Hope died instantly.

Syntyche nodded casually. “Same.”

Astra crossed her arms. “How reassuring.”

I rubbed my face. “Good enough. I’m taking it.”

That counted as diplomacy in my life now.

Syntyche stretched lazily atop her spider-thread throne before speaking again. “We actually came here to guard you.”

That made me blink. “Guard me?”

She continued calmly. “But we knew about the instability between the Light Realm and the human world.”

Nefaris nodded once. “So here we are.”

I slowly leaned back against broken furniture. “Makes sense.”

Astra studied both queens carefully now. “You’re preparing for war?”

And instantly, the atmosphere changed.

The room turned serious in a heartbeat.

Nefaris smirked slowly. “If necessary.”

That answer landed heavy.

Because unlike angels?

Demons didn’t pretend otherwise.

If war came…

They would answer it.

Syntyche’s eyes flicked toward me briefly. “Damian is a nephilim.” A pause. “But he’s also our prince.”

Nefaris nodded. “The future king of the Dark Dimension.”

Astra studied me quietly for another second.

Then suddenly… She smirked. “He could become our prince too if he wanted.”

I physically choked on air. “W-WHAT?”

Puriel blinked. “Oh.” Then looked at me with surprise. “You don’t know?”

I stared at her. “Know what?”

Puriel tilted her head slightly. “Well… angels can reproduce without intercourse.”

Ruby immediately whispered, “Cowards.”

I ignored her aggressively.

“But,” Puriel continued, “only a few angelic bloodlines can create heirs suitable for the throne.”

I frowned. “Okay?” Still not understanding. “We already have a king and queen.”

Astra’s expression shifted slightly. “The queen is fine. The king isn’t.”

The room quieted again.

I blinked slowly. “Huh?”

Astra looked strangely uncomfortable now. “The king…” she said carefully, “…was severely injured a very long time ago.”

Nefaris narrowed her eyes. “By whom?”

Astra looked directly at me. “Xenos.”

“Excuse me?”

Puriel sighed softly. “The late king of the Dark Dimension.”

Astra nodded once. “The result of the battle permanently damaged the king. He lost the ability to produce royal heirs.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

Everything clicked horrifyingly together inside my brain.

The hatred.

The obsession.

Gabrielle.

The resurrection attempts.

The bloodline fixation.

I slowly lowered my face into my hands. “Grandpa.” My voice came out deeply exhausted. “Why did you make literally everything complicated for me?”

Nefaris blinked slowly. “So the king can’t have children?”

Puriel nodded quietly. “Usually angel royalty mixes two divine bloodlines together.”

Syntyche raised a brow. “Selective breeding.”

Puriel looked mildly offended. “That sounds terrible when you phrase it like that.”

“Because it is.”

Puriel ignored her and continued explaining. “The current pure royal bloodlines are extremely limited.” Then she counted softly.

“Gabrielle. Lysathiel. And King Aurelion.”

I pointed weakly at myself. “And because I’m Gabrielle’s descendant…”

Astra nodded slowly. “You technically qualify.”

I stared blankly. “…For the angel throne.”

“Yes.”

Another pause.

“Despite being half demon?”

She nodded.

Another pause.

“And an incubus?”

Astra hesitated. “…That part is less ideal politically.”

‘LESS IDEAL?!’ I cried internally.

I sat there processing the fact that somehow…

SOMEHOW…

I accidentally qualified for both Hell’s throne and Heaven’s throne.

Which honestly sounded less like destiny and more like a cosmic administrative error.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Even the room seemed quieter.

Or maybe that was just my brain trying to reboot.

Because six months ago?

Six months ago I was a broke college student calculating whether I could afford a second sandwich.

Sometimes lunch was literally bread and jam.

Sometimes it was instant noodles.

Sometimes it was whatever happened to be discounted.

And now?

Now I apparently had inheritance issues spanning multiple dimensions.

I rubbed my face.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Like maybe if I rubbed hard enough reality would fix itself.

“It still doesn’t make sense.”

Everyone looked at me.

I pointed at Astra.

“The king can create children without sex, right?”

Astra blinked.

Then gave me a look.

The kind of look teachers gave students who somehow reached the correct answer through entirely incorrect math.

“…What?”

I pointed again.

“Can’t he just let the queen do it herself?”

The silence afterward was painful.

Astra stared at me.

Deadpan.

“Ethan.”

“Yes?”

“We aren’t amoebas.”

The room exploded.

Ruby fell off her seat laughing.

Shadow rolled onto his side.

Even Puriel was trying not to smile.

I pointed accusingly. “Okay first of all, I don’t know how angel biology works.”

Astra pinched the bridge of her nose. “We still require two royal bloodlines. A royal male and a royal female. We simply don’t require intercourse for conception.”

“…Okay.”

Astra folded her arms. “The fact you immediately jumped to cloning concerns me.”

“I live with demons.”

“That is somehow a valid defense.”

Thank you.

Finally.

Someone understood.

Nefaris leaned forward thoughtfully. “So if I understand correctly…” She glanced between Astra and Puriel. “He’s the only available royal male?”

Astra’s expression darkened slightly. “Yes.”

The room became quieter again.

Ruby immediately pointed. “Then just let the queen sleep with him.”

I nearly inhaled my own soul.

Astra looked equally horrified. “Do you honestly think Aurelion would allow himself to be cuckolded?”

Ruby shrugged. “Depends how desperate he is.”

Puriel facepalmed.

Nefaris looked like she was actually considering the strategy.

I immediately raised both hands.

Everybody looked at me.

“No comment.”

Ruby crossed her arms. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m the only sane person here.”

Every single person in the room stared at me.

Even the pets.

“…Okay maybe not the only sane person.”

Buni nodded approvingly.

At least someone respected facts.

Then I looked back toward Astra.

“Actually…” I frowned slightly. “I’m more interested in what Xenos did.”

That changed Astra’s expression immediately.

The amusement disappeared.

The teasing disappeared.

Even Puriel sat straighter.

Astra was quiet for several seconds.

Then she sighed.

“When your grandfather was younger…”

“That sentence already sounds dangerous.”

“It should.”

Fair.

Astra continued. “He was brilliant.” A pause. “Ambitious.” Another pause. “Violent.”

Nefaris nodded immediately. “He was a proper Dark King.”

Astra ignored her.

“He and Aurelion clashed countless times.”

I leaned forward slightly. “How many?”

“No one knows.”

“Seriously?”

“Some wars lasted decades.”

That made me blink.

Okay.

That was significantly worse than I expected.