The Incubus System Chapter 1479. Why Power?

The Incubus System Chapter 1479. Why Power?

At least one problem was settled.

For now.

Well, settled was a generous word.

More like wrapped in a blanket, hidden under the couch, and politely ignored until it started screaming again.

But temporary solution was still temporary. A locked door was still a door. If someone strong enough pushed hard enough, it could break. And considering our enemy might be a king who could invade dreams and emotionally harass fallen angels while possibly plotting resurrection rituals?

Yeah.

Not exactly comforting.

I crossed my arms and looked at Puriel, then Astra. “So…”

Everyone turned toward me.

“Now the question is, do you guys know who she is?”

Puriel tilted her head slightly.

Astra’s eyes narrowed in thought.

I pointed at Larry with my thumb. “The voice. The woman in his dream.”

Larry, still sitting on the expensive couch with Red basically claiming his lap, lifted one hand weakly. “Dream stalker lady.”

“Yeah. That one.”

Shadow watched from the shelf like a decorative judgment spirit. Buni sat near the new table, completely still, which made him look like he came free with the furniture. Rave perched near the curtain rod, glancing between everyone like he was waiting for gossip.

I looked back at Puriel and Astra.

“I don’t think it’s the queen, so…” I paused.

And yeah.

I really, really hated where my brain went next.

“Is she… the king’s subordinate?”

A long pause followed.

Too long.

The kind of pause that made my stomach sink before anyone answered.

Because… I hoped not.

I really hoped not.

I could handle Aurelion targeting me. Fine. Not fine, but fine in the sense that I was already the main disaster package. Half demon, half angel, Gabrielle’s descendant, Xenos’s lineage, Dark Dimension prince, possible Light Dimension political nightmare.

If he wanted to come at me?

Come.

I didn’t like it, but at least it made sense.

But Larry?

Celia?

No.

Absolutely not.

I didn’t want them on his radar.

Just me.

Yup.

He could come to me.

Not my sister.

Not my friend.

Not the people around me who only got dragged into this mess because of bad luck, blood donations, and the cosmic administration apparently being drunk when assigning destinies.

But again…

If he wanted Larry, why offer power?

Why whisper?

Why seduce him through a dream?

If Aurelion had found him and wanted his blood, he could just kidnap him and be done. Angels had already kidnapped me from a toilet. The standard was low. The methods were shameless. No one in Light Dimension apparently respected bathroom privacy.

So why not do the same to Larry?

Unless this was something else.

Unless the purpose wasn’t just Larry.

Maybe it was bait.

Maybe it was a test.

Maybe it was a way to make Larry accept holy power willingly so the Light Dimension could claim him without forcing too much.

Or worse… Maybe it was a way to create conflict.

My throat tightened.

Me and Larry.

Weapons drawn.

Only this time with all the emotional damage attached.

I didn’t like that possibility.

Not one bit.

Astra and Puriel exchanged a glance, both of them thoughtful now.

Not panicked.

Not confused.

Just focused.

That was somehow reassuring and worrying at the same time.

Astra stepped closer to Larry. “You mentioned her voice was like a melody, right?”

Larry blinked. “Yeah.”

“What kind of melody?”

Larry frowned. “What kind of melody?”

“Yes.”

He looked genuinely troubled now. “Melody has a genre?”

Astra stared at him.

Larry lifted his fingers and started counting. “Like… rap, phonk, or pop?”

I facepalmed.

Deeply.

With my whole soul.

“Larry.”

“What? I’m trying.”

Astra’s lips pressed together. “Not that kind.”

Larry looked even more lost. “Then what kind?”

Astra inhaled through her nose like she was trying to maintain diplomatic relations with human stupidity.

“Like what melody? The tone. The structure. The rhythm. Was it soft? Sharp? Mourning? Prayer-like? Commanding?”

Larry’s face became worse.

That exact expression.

The one where the words ‘I don’t get it’ were practically written across his forehead in permanent marker.

He glanced at me.

I shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I’m also a music peasant.”

Celia, from the kitchen entrance, deadpanned, “You once called classical music ‘background boss battle without drums.’”

“It was accurate.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

Syntyche chuckled from the couch armrest.

Nefaris looked amused.

Puriel stepped forward gently. “Something like this?”

Then she hummed.

The sound was soft.

Barely louder than breath at first.

A thin, clear note drifted through the living room, bright yet melancholy, like light passing through stained glass at sunset. It wasn’t exactly a song with lyrics. More like a tone. A pattern. Something old and sacred, carrying grief under its beauty.

The room quieted.

Even Red stopped wagging his tail.

I felt the faintest vibration against my skin.

Holy.

Definitely holy.

But gentle.

Puriel’s hum rose slightly, then curled downward in a tender fall.

Larry’s eyes widened. He tilted his head. “Similar,” he said slowly.

Puriel stopped.

“But not that way?”

“Yeah. It’s… close. But not sad like that.”

Astra’s expression sharpened. “Not melancholy?”

Larry snapped his fingers. “Yes. That word. Not melancholy. It was more…”

He squinted, searching for language.

“Like someone trying to sound nice but also like they already won?”

I stared at him. “That is oddly specific.”

“I know. But it fits.”

Astra’s gaze changed.

Not a lot.

Just enough.

She stepped forward now. “Then perhaps…”

She hummed.

Different from Puriel.

Where Puriel’s melody was sorrowful and warm, Astra’s was clearer. Stronger. Less like mourning and more like a banner raised above a battlefield. It carried confidence, command, and a strange brightness that didn’t ask permission before entering the room.

The air responded.

Faint golden threads shimmered for half a second around her voice, then vanished.

Larry sat upright. “Yes. That.”

Astra paused.

Larry quickly lifted both hands.

“But make it a bit…”

He grimaced.

“Uh…”

“Faster?” I offered.

He pointed at me.

“Yes. Faster.”

Astra narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

Then hummed again.

This time the melody moved quicker. Still bold, still bright, but with a sharper rhythm underneath. Like ceremonial song turned into marching command. Like an angelic hymn that had learned how to smile while holding a spear.