The Incubus System Chapter 1506. Give Back My Power

The Incubus System Chapter 1506. Give Back My Power

I could have stabbed him there. Easily.

His neck was open.

His heart was open.

His wing root was exposed.

One thrust.

One clean motion.

Dead.

I didn’t.

Instead, I stepped on his sword wrist and looked down. “You can’t touch me.”

His face twisted with humiliation. That humiliation burned hotter than any wound.

He roared and released a blast of light from his wing, snapping two of the holy chains apart.

Good.

Still had strength.

I wanted Aurelion to see all of it.

Nathan rolled away and came up swinging.

This time, his attacks were wild.

He slashed for my shoulder.

I leaned back.

He turned the slash into a thrust.

I tapped the blade aside with Redemption.

He kicked.

I shifted half a step.

He fired a light blade from his wing.

I cut it in half with a clean upward stroke.

The two halves passed beside my body and dissolved behind me.

I didn’t even blink.

Nathan’s breathing grew louder.

His attacks became heavier. More desperate.

The ground cracked every time his sword missed. The air trembled every time his wing released power. He was much stronger than he used to be.

No question.

If old Nathan was a sword, this Nathan was a cannon pretending to be a swordsman.

“Smite Bolt.” I pointed two fingers.

A bolt of holy lightning shot from my hand and struck his shoulder. Not lethal. But enough to numb his arm.

Nathan cried out, sword dipping.

I appeared in front of him. not teleportation and struck his chest with the pommel of Redemption.

Once.

Twice.

Third time under the ribs.

He staggered.

I followed.

Slash to the thigh, shallow.

Strike to the shoulder, flat edge.

Kick to the knee, controlled.

He dropped to one knee.

I grabbed his hair and forced his face up.

His eyes burned with fury. “Why…” he panted. “Why won’t you fight seriously?”

I stared down at him. “You aren’t worthy...”I hissed in disdain.

“You arrogant bastard!” Nathan pushed himself up with trembling arms. Blood dripped from his mouth onto the white stone.

His one wing opened again.

But slower now.

The glow was weaker.

He tried to draw more power.

I felt it.

He reached deep into the power Aurelion bestowed him, digging for another layer, another surge, another miracle.

Nothing came.

The wing flickered.

Nathan’s eyes widened.

He tried again.

The golden veins pulsed once.

Then dimmed.

So that was all.

That was all Aurelion gave him.

No hidden second blessing.

No glorious divine escalation.

Just enough power to make him believe he had a chance.

Nathan’s body finally gave out.

He collapsed onto the floor, cheek pressed against cracked white stone, one hand still reaching toward a power that would not answer.

His wing lay spread behind him, dim and trembling.

He tried to pull more again.

Nothing.

Only a weak spark.

Then silence.

I stood over him and looked down.

“See?” I said softly. “You weren’t chosen.”

His fingers twitched.

“You were only given enough rope to hang yourself.”

Nathan’s eyes lifted to me from the cracked white stone.

For a second, he looked like he wanted to deny it. Afterall… Nathan was made of denial, stubbornness, and justice speeches with questionable delivery. If denial could be forged into armor, he would be invincible.

But his body had already betrayed him.

His one angel wing lay behind him, trembling weakly, feathers dimming from radiant white to tired gold. The veins of light beneath his shoulder pulsed slower now, fading like embers in wet ash. His hand still reached outward, fingers clawing at empty air, trying to grab the power that had stopped answering him.

His floating blades were gone.

All that remained was a human body that had been given too much and understood too little.

He coughed. Blood touched his lips. “My…” His voice cracked. “Power…”

I looked down at him.

Coldly.

At least on the outside.

Inside? Something tightened. Not pity.

Pity was soft.

This was uglier.

Because I knew that look.

I knew what it felt like to want power so badly it became a shape in your throat. To stare at a world bigger than you, crueler than you, stronger than you, and think, ‘If I just had enough, no one could make me kneel again’.

I hated Nathan.

But I understood wanting power.

That made everything worse.

My fingers curled around Redemption’s hilt. Then I let the holy sword fade.

The blade dissolved into particles of white-gold light, scattering around my hand before vanishing into my core.

Nathan’s eyes followed it desperately.

Like he hated me for having what he wanted.

Maybe he did.

Fair.

I lifted my right hand toward the trembling wing on his back.

Nathan’s eyes widened. “No…”

I didn’t answer.

Because if I answered, something human in me might argue.

And I couldn’t afford that right now.

[Soul Siphon Activated]

The air changed. A sudden chill through the holy arena, as if all the light had remembered that souls cast shadows too.

Black and silver threads crawled from my palm, thin as hair and sharp as judgment. They reached toward Nathan’s wing, slipping between the feathers, around the golden veins, into the bestowed power that did not truly belong to him.

The power resisted immediately.

It was royal light.

Aurelion’s light.

It burned against my siphon threads like sunlight trying to purify ink.

My demonic core snarled.

My holy core answered.

And my soul stood between both like a very tired administrator forced to approve paperwork from two departments that hated each other.

[Foreign Holy Authority Detected]

[Source: Light King Aurelion]

[Ownership: Bestowed / Not Innate]

Nathan screamed. “No!” His hand slapped against the floor, nails scraping stone. “No! Stop! My power!”

I did not move.

The threads tightened.

The wing jerked violently.

Golden light tore loose from its base in strips, flowing into my palm like liquid fire. Nathan’s body arched from the pain, his mouth opening in a broken sound that bounced off the arena walls.

“My power!” he screamed again. “Give back my power!”