The Incubus System Chapter 1497. Impatient
The Incubus System Chapter 1497. Impatient
Astra nodded slowly. “That is true.”
Puriel’s eyes stayed on me. “And if we find him?”
I did not answer immediately.
Because that was the real question, wasn’t it?
If Nathan was captured, I could rescue him, though I didn’t want to.
If Nathan was recruited, I could stop him.
If Nathan was already holding the borrowed knife…
Then what?
I exhaled. “If he is in danger, we pull him out.”
“And if he is the danger?” Astra asked.
My jaw tightened. “Then I break his weapon before he points it at my people.” Or killed him.
Puriel’s gaze softened with sadness. “You still do not want to kill him.”
“I want to. Believe me, I really want to kill him. And I know he could become a danger in the future,” I said. “But his sister is Celia’s friend. And… she once chose to protect me over her own brother.”
Yeah.
Shit was complicated.
Puriel closed her eyes and lifted one hand. “Fine. I will try first.”
Holy light gathered around her fingers.
Soft.
Dreamy.
Almost like moonlight filtered through water.
Astra stepped beside her. “I will assist.”
“Thanks.”
Puriel opened one eye. “But next time, you should learn to recognize your enemies’ mana too.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Because apparently they all become your future responsibilities.”
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
Damn.
She had a point.
I hated when people around me had points.
Especially when those points made me do morally exhausting things like saving someone I genuinely wanted to punch through a wall.
Puriel and Astra stood in the middle of Celia’s room, holy light circling around their feet, eyes closed, hands lifted slightly as if they were holding invisible threads between their fingers.
I stood in front of them, arms folded, trying very hard not to pace.
Because pacing meant worry.
And I was not worried.
I was… impatient.
The golden light around the angels pulsed.
Then stretched.
Thin threads of radiance spun in the air, weaving between them like spider silk made of dawn. Puriel’s brows furrowed. Astra’s lips pressed into a thin line.
I prayed.
Yeah.
Me.
Prayed.
Not to Heaven, obviously. That would be awkward. Imagine me sending a prayer upstairs and Aurelion accidentally picking up.
No, thank you.
I prayed in the loose, desperate, human way. The kind where you didn’t know who was listening, but you hoped someone, somewhere, could prevent reality from being stupid for once.
‘Please don’t be what I think.’
The light trembled.
Puriel paled first.
Then Astra.
Not slightly.
Actually paled.
Their faces lost color at the same time, and the holy threads around them pulled tight like a bowstring stretched too far.
Then…
-Snap!
I saw it.
A thread broke in the air.
Not physically, maybe.
But I saw it.
The golden line between their hands flashed white and severed with a sharp sound that didn’t belong in a normal room.
Both angels opened their eyes.
And yeah.
They looked like they had just seen a ghost.
My stomach dropped. “Where is he?”
Puriel’s mouth opened. No sound came out at first.
Astra answered, voice low. “The king…”
Puriel swallowed. “The king has him.”
For a second, everything went quiet.
I closed my eyes.
Almost cursed.
Okay, I cursed in my head about seventeen times.
Yeah. Shit.
Here I thought it would be Larry.
But no.
It was Nathan.
The annoying justice-speech demon hunter.
I opened my eyes. “Location?”
Astra’s expression tightened. “Ethan—”
“Location.”
Puriel hesitated. “The Light Chamber.”
Astra continued, “You cannot get there, Ethan.”
I looked at her.
“The Light Chamber rejects everyone who tries to break in uninvited. It is a royal sanctum. Even many high angels cannot enter without permission.”
“Good to know.”
Astra’s eyes narrowed. “You are not listening.”
“I am.”
“You cannot enter by force.”
“I know.”
“Then why do you look like you’re about to do exactly that?”
Because she was becoming annoyingly good at reading me.
I rolled my shoulders once.
Darkness crawled along my skin.
My human form started burning away, not with fire, but with pressure. The soft average Ethan shell cracked under demonic authority. Horns rose from my head. My tail unfurled. One angelic wing and one demonic wing tore open behind me, stretching wide enough that Celia’s room suddenly felt much smaller.
My clothes shifted with my form, dark armor forming across me in smooth plates of black and crimson.
[Nephilim Form Activated]
Puriel’s breath caught faintly.
Astra’s eyes widened.
Still, she looked at me like that.
“I know where I can get the key,” I said.
Astra stepped forward. “Where?”
I didn’t answer her.
I looked at Puriel instead. “Tell Foxy to replace me at college today.”
Puriel blinked. “What?”
“I won’t attend.”
Astra stared at me. “Where are you going?”
“College.”
Both angels spoke at once. “Huh?”
I lifted my hand.
Dark energy condensed in front of me.
[You have opened a portal]
Puriel’s eyes widened. “Ethan, wait—”
I stepped through.
The rooftop air hit me cold and clean.
The sky above the college was still pale with early morning, sunlight barely stretching across the buildings. The rooftop was empty. Good. The yard below was mostly empty too. A few early students near the gate, some staff moving far away, but no one close enough to see me clearly.
I stood in the middle of the rooftop in full Nephilim form, wings half-spread, tail moving slowly behind me.
If anyone saw?
Well. College rumors would become creative today.
I looked around once.
Time to ring the doorbell.
“Demonic Energy.”
[Demonic Energy has been activated.]
My aura flared.
Not too much.
Just enough.
A pulse of demonic power rolled off me and spread across the rooftop like black heat. The air distorted. The concrete beneath my boots cracked in thin lines. Dark sparks crawled across my armor.
The demon compass couldn’t detect me properly anymore.
I knew that.
My power had outgrown too many normal systems. I could hide from tools, sensors, wards, and most hunters.
But there were people who didn’t need tools.
People who watched by instinct.