The Incubus System Chapter 1520. Weird Love Triangle

The Incubus System Chapter 1520. Weird Love Triangle

Celia chewed like she had not just destroyed my remaining peace with one sentence.

I stared at the table with dead eyes.

The cola bubbled beside my hand, innocent and useless. My burger sat half-wrapped, warm, faithful, and tragically unable to solve romantic terrorism. Around us, McRonald continued functioning like the world had not just cracked open and laughed at me.

Celia stole another fry.

Still didn’t stop her.

She watched me for a moment, then tilted her head. “Do you want to do something about this?”

I slowly turned my face toward her. “Like what?”

“I don’t know.”

Then her eyes lit up. A smirk appeared on her face.

That was never a sibling expression.

That was a war crime.

“A dramatic goodbye?” she suggested. “A cruel refusal?”

My whole body cringed in disgust.

Because my imagination was unfortunately strong.

Damina standing under rain, black hair wet, eyes cold, telling Nathan, ‘Forget me. Men like you cannot stand beside women like me’.

Nathan falling to his knees, hand stretched out, whispering, ‘Damina…’

Larry somewhere in the background screaming betrayal.

Ethan behind a tree pretending to be weak and crying for tactical reasons.

No.

Absolutely not.

Another version appeared.

Damina at night, turning away with a cloak that I didn’t even own, saying, ‘Our worlds are too different’.

Nathan gripping his chest like he had been stabbed by romance.

No. No. Never.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “That will need me to turn into Damina again. No.”

Celia’s grin widened.

“I just need to never appear in front of him ever again,” I said. “And all will settle.”

“Then he’ll be brokenhearted. He’ll miss you but won’t know where to find you. You’re tormenting him.”

I looked at her flatly. “Good then. Let him be tormented. He deserved it.”

Celia winced. “So cruel.”

I took another bite of my burger.

Nope. I didn’t want to think about it anymore.

I swallowed.  My gaze turned sharp though I didn’t look at her.

The air between us changed. Not dramatically. Just the mood dropping into something colder beneath the fries and cola float.

“Remember this,” I said quietly. “I did this because Jenny is your friend. And because she once took my side.”

Celia went still.

I looked at her then.

Directly.

“I don’t care about Nathan.”

Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.

“And believe me…” My voice lowered. “I don’t mind staining my hands with his blood if he keeps interfering.”

The words sat between us like a blade on the table.

“I’m holding myself back,” I said. “So bad.”

Celia said nothing.

Yeah.

She knew I was serious.

She knew me too well. Better than most. Better than I wanted sometimes.

My little sister had seen the version of me who still tried to make breakfast after almost dying. She had seen the brother who joked, complained, bought food and acted like all disasters were just badly scheduled errands.

But she also knew.

Under that?

There was the demon prince.

I didn’t kill Nathan.

Not because I forgave him.

I didn’t kill him because Jenny cried.

Because Celia cared.

Celia put her nugget down. “You’re supposed to annihilate the one using him,” she said softly. “Not him.”

I exhaled through my nose. “Oh, I know that.”

My eyes shifted toward the window.

The noon street outside looked ordinary. Cars. Motorbikes. People walking with drinks. Some child laughing while holding a paper bag.

“I’m trying to negotiate now,” I said. “There’s a huge chance the human world will become our battlefield if that happens.”

Celia’s face tightened.

“I just don’t like that,” I added.

I hated the thought of Light and Dark turning cities into chessboards. I hated the image of angelic formations over human streets, demon lords tearing through buildings, hunters dragging civilians into shelters.

I could fight.

I could survive.

Most humans couldn’t.

And this world had already suffered enough from hidden monsters pretending not to exist.

Celia folded her hands around her cup. “You prefer the Demon World as the battlefield?”

I winced. “No.”

That was my world.

My responsibility.

My people.

My queens.

My throne.

The Demon World was not just fire, darkness, and monsters anymore. It was mine in a way that still scared me. If war burned there, it would burn homes too. Demon homes, yes, but still homes. Servants. Civilians. Children. Markets. Cities.

“That’s my world,” I said.

Celia’s gaze softened.

I rubbed my temple. “Maybe somewhere we can go all out. I don’t know.”

A place crossed my mind.

For one second, I imagined dragging Aurelion there.

No city.

No angels watching.

No humans screaming.

Just him and me in a place where masks died.

My fingers tightened around my cup.

Then I quickly denied it.

Celia noticed my silence. “What did you think?”

“Nothing.”

“Brother.”

“Eat fast,” I said, cutting her off. “I wanna go home. I don’t wanna stay here too long.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she let it go.

“Who knows,” I muttered, looking toward the window again, “suddenly Nathan comes back and says where’s Damina or something.”

Celia’s mouth twitched. “Don’t summon him.”

“I’m not summoning him.” I grabbed more fries and ate them fast.

Celia followed, finally eating her own fries instead of stealing mine. For about twenty beautiful seconds, there was peace.

Twenty seconds.

A generous miracle.

Then Celia said, “So Damina is gone forever? What if Nathan asks Jenny about her?”

“Jenny doesn’t know anything. She doesn’t know where to find her.”

“What if he asks me?”

I looked at her. “Don’t answer.”

Celia leaned back, sipping her cola float with very suspicious calm. “What should I say?”

“Say you don’t know her well. Emma made a mistake calling her Damina. She was just some stranger.”

“That contradicts too much.”

“It’s Nathan. His brain is already full of chair trauma.”

Celia laughed. A small laugh.

“Emma and Olivia know, though.” I sighed. “I need to tell them not to say anything. And Larry.” My soul hurt. “Larry is going to be the worst. He looked like I betrayed the sacred bro code.”

“Poor thing.”

I drank the last of my cola. I shook the cup lightly, hearing ice rattle like the remains of my patience. “I’ll talk to Larry later.” My eyes sharpened. “But I hope… this will end here.”