The Incubus System Chapter 1476. Expensive Witch Cave
The Incubus System Chapter 1476. Expensive Witch Cave
For a moment, I only looked at him.
Then nodded.
“I know.”
And I did.
Larry was annoying, careless, too honest at the wrong time, and sometimes had the survival instinct of bread.
But he was human.
Painfully human.
That was why I didn’t want Light Dimension touching him.
Not because power itself was bad.
But because every power came with a hand attached, trying to decide where you pointed it. “Let’s finish our food,” I said. “Then we’re going to my house.”
Larry nodded. “Yeah.”
We ate after that.
Slowly.
Not because the food was good.
Because both of us were trying to pretend the conversation wasn’t still sitting between us like a third plate.
By the time lunch ended, the cafeteria crowd had thinned a little. Students moved toward their next classes, some laughing, some dragging themselves like half-dead zombies with student IDs.
I glanced around briefly, hoping to see Olivia or Emma.
Sadly, no.
Different class schedule today.
The one day I wanted normal people around, they were absent from my orbit.
Typical.
Larry saw my expression. “What?”
“Nothing.”
After our last class block ended, we headed to the rooftop.
Larry walked beside me with his hands in his pockets, trying to look casual and failing beautifully. The closer we got to the rooftop door, the more nervous he became.
“You’re sure your house is safe?” he asked.
I pushed the door open. “Define safe.”
“Ethan.”
“It has demons, angels, talking pets, my sister, and maybe Ruby.”
“That doesn’t sound safe.”
“It’s safer than a holy dream kidnapping you.”
Larry thought about it. “…Fair.”
The rooftop air greeted us again, cooler than before. The afternoon light stretched across the concrete, painting everything in gold and gray. I raised my hand, gathering dark energy.
“Home.”
[You have opened a portal.]
The black portal bloomed open in front of us, rippling like ink poured into air.
Larry swallowed. “I hate that I’m getting used to this.”
“Character development.”
“Trauma development.”
“Same genre.”
He stepped closer, but before we entered, something tugged at my attention.
A gaze.
Not hostile.
Not hidden well enough either.
I turned my head slightly.
Across from our building, on another rooftop, Lysathiel stood near the edge.
Far enough that a normal human wouldn’t notice her.
Close enough that I did.
She wasn’t waving.
Wasn’t speaking.
Just watching.
The wind moved through her hair, her figure still and distant against the afternoon sky.
Our eyes met across the space.
For one second, neither of us moved.
Then I gave a faint smile.
Not seductive.
Just acknowledgment.
She didn’t return it.
But she also didn’t look away.
Larry followed my gaze and squinted. “Is that—”
“Yep.”
“She’s watching you?”
I nodded.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Dunno.”
Larry sighed. “I hate your answers.”
I stepped into the portal. “Come on.”
Larry followed.
The rooftop vanished.
I came out into my living room and announced automatically, “I’m home.”
Then stopped.
Because something was wrong.
Very wrong.
I stood there in the middle of the living room entrance, one foot still forward, staring at my house.
Except…
No.
This wasn’t my house.
I mean, technically it was.
Same shape.
Same layout.
Same walls.
But also?
No.
My living room did not look like my living room.
Not even close.
The old sofa was gone.
In its place sat a massive dark velvet couch that looked expensive enough to require tax documents. The lamps had changed too, tall black metal things with warm amber crystals glowing inside them, making the room feel like a luxurious witch had opened a coffee lounge.
The table?
Not my table.
My table had been cheap, scratched, and emotionally reliable.
This table was polished dark wood with gold veins running through it like someone had murdered a treasure chest and turned it into furniture.
The wallpaper had changed.
Wallpaper.
In my house.
Deep charcoal with subtle silver patterns curling like vines or spider silk depending on the angle.
There were shelves now.
Decorative shelves.
With candles.
And jars.
And small black stones.
And one skull.
I really hoped it was fake.
The curtains were new too, heavy and elegant, dark red at the edges, framing the window like this place expected vampires to drink wine here at midnight.
I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Nope.
Still there.
For a second, I genuinely wondered if I had opened the portal to the wrong house.
Then Red came running. “Larry!”
The dog rushed past me and straight toward Larry, tail wagging like a helicopter of emotional betrayal.
Larry, who had entered behind me, stood like a statue.
Mouth slightly open.
Eyes wide.
Red jumped at his legs happily.
Larry didn’t move.
He was still processing.
Honestly?
Same.
I looked around again. “W-what happened?”
From the hallway, Astra appeared.
Not alone.
Puriel came behind her.
Then Nefaris.
Then Syntyche.
All of them looked way too comfortable inside my newly gothic expensive house.
Nefaris smiled immediately, red eyes gleaming. “Damian~ you are home.”
I slowly turned toward her. Then gestured weakly at the room. “Why does my house look like a witch cave?”
Larry leaned toward me without taking his eyes off the furniture. “Expensive witch cave.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Expensive witch cave.”
Syntyche clapped her hands together happily, her spider-like elegance somehow perfectly matching the new décor. “Do you like it?”
Astra folded her arms. “We redecorated the house for you.”
I stared at her. “At what point did I say redecorate my house?”
She lifted her chin slightly. “The previous furniture lacked defensive structure.”
I blinked. “The sofa lacked what?”
“Defensive structure.”
Larry whispered, “Rich people say weird things.”
Puriel smiled awkwardly. “We also thought it would be more comfortable.”
Before I could answer, Celia came from the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a spatula like she had absolutely become the commander of this interior invasion.
“I decided the décor,” she said. “They helped me.”
I turned to my sister.
Betrayal.
From my own blood.
“Celia.”
“What?”
“This furniture is worth millions of Creds.”