The Incubus System Chapter 1522. Demon Saint
The Incubus System Chapter 1522. Demon Saint
Astra pressed her lips together.
Fair.
The king had reached into the human world, touched Nathan’s ambition, and turned him into a test piece. If that wasn’t escalation, then Light Dimension needed a better dictionary.
Puriel folded her arms. “And Nathan?”
“Alive,” I said. “Memory altered. Thinks he got drunk and lost to a chair.”
Syntyche placed a hand over her mouth.
Celia, who already knew, looked away like she was trying not to enjoy round two.
Puriel slowly asked, “A chair?”
I nodded solemnly and pointed to myself with a thumb. “A very powerful chair.”
Astra closed her eyes.
Nefaris whispered, “You made him believe he lost to furniture? Why?”
“I have a grudge now.”
Syntyche started laughing.
Not loudly at first.
A small, delighted sound.
Then Nefaris joined, smooth and cruel. Even Puriel’s mouth twitched. Foxy looked confused for a second, then giggled softly because laughter was safer than Larry trauma.
Astra looked like she wanted to scold me but couldn’t find the right law.
“He will be humiliated,” Astra said.
“Good. He tortured Larry.”
That stopped her.
The laughter softened.
I looked away, jaw tight. “I didn’t kill him. I brought him home. I let your queen erase the holy parts from his mind. I even paid for a taxi.” I pointed at myself. “I was practically a demon saint today.”
Celia made a face immediately. “Ew.”
I turned to her. “What?”
“Those two words don’t go together. Demon and saint.”
I lifted my chin. “Demon saint sounds amazing.”
“It sounds illegal.”
“Heh. Don’t care.”
Nefaris’s smile curved darker. “Saint Damian. Patron of accidental seduction and ruined enemies.”
Syntyche tilted her head. “Saint of chairs.”
“Absolutely not.”
Puriel covered her mouth, but I saw her shoulders move.
I raised both hands before the teasing developed new limbs.
“So… let me bathe now. Please. I already had a long day. Have mercy on me.”
“Mercy?” Celia asked. “From us?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting strategy.”
“It’s desperation.”
Foxy stepped forward immediately, tails lifting a little. “Master, do you want a nice bath? I will prepare the bathtub for you.”
I turned to her with genuine gratitude. “Yes, please.”
Finally.
An ally.
Foxy nodded with determination, like preparing my bath was now a sacred mission equal to preventing dimensional war. She hurried out toward the bathroom, her tails swishing behind her.
I watched her go with almost holy appreciation and glanced around.
Astra hadn’t said a thing.
She stood near the window, eyes lowered, wings hidden but presence still too bright for my room. Her expression was calm, but not empty. Thoughtful. Heavy.
I caught it.
She was deep in thought.
Maybe about Light Dimension.
Aurelion.
The arena.
The fact that I had gone there, returned, and sent a message her king definitely heard.
“Astra?” I said.
She blinked, then looked at me.
For a second, she seemed far away.
Then her focus returned.
“I think I need to go back now.”
I studied Astra’s face. “Finished observing me?”
Astra met my gaze. “For the time being, yes.”
“For the time being,” I repeated.
Her lips pressed faintly, almost like she didn’t like the wording either.
I crossed my arms. “And the result?”
Astra looked at me for a long moment.
Her eyes didn’t avoid mine.
That alone said something.
When she first came here, she looked at me like I was a contamination risk wrapped in skin. A mistake. A corruption. A demon using charm to steal Puriel away from Heaven.
Now?
Now she looked at me like I was still dangerous.
But no longer simple.
Maybe that was progress.
“You aren’t as bad as I thought,” she said at last.
I stared.
“That’s all I can say for now.”
“Wow. Heavenly praise.”
“It is more than you think.”
“I know.”
And strangely…
I did.
For Astra, saying that much probably cost more than an apology. Angels loved categories. Pure. Fallen. Corrupt. Saved. Enemy. Ally.
I kept breaking the labels.
Apparently, that was emotionally inconvenient for everyone.
Astra’s gaze softened just slightly. “Take care of yourself, Ethan.”
My chest tightened in a way I didn’t like. So I only nodded. “You too.”
Puriel stepped forward. “Astra…”
The two angels looked at each other.
There were years between them.
Thousands, maybe.
Guilt. Loss. Sisterhood. Betrayal from the light. Love that still hadn’t found a safe place to stand.
Astra’s expression changed, but only barely. “I’ll be careful.”
Puriel didn’t seem satisfied.
But she didn’t stop her.
Astra lifted one hand.
A thin ring of golden light opened beside her, quiet and precise. Not like the aggressive gates from before. This was controlled. Hidden. A personal path back.
Before stepping through, Astra glanced at me once more.
Then at Celia.
Then at the demon queens.
Then Puriel.
Finally, she entered the portal.
The light folded shut behind her.
Gone.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
I stared at the empty space where she had stood. “I wonder if she’s afraid of getting caught by the king.”
Puriel’s face was unreadable. “Maybe.”
That answer carried too much weight.
Astra had entered the human world, stayed with us, witnessed my house, my people, my choices. She had seen Aurelion’s move with Nathan fail. If the king discovered how much she had softened toward me…
Yeah.
Maybe she had reason to be afraid.
I exhaled. “Okay. Bath first.”
Celia immediately pointed at me. “And explain to Larry after that. Don’t forget.”
I groaned. “I will.”
“You better. I bet he looked like his soul got dumped in public.”
“That is a Larry problem.”
Foxy’s voice called from the bathroom. “Master, the bath is ready!”
I walked toward the bathroom before anyone could attach another task to my body.
Nefaris’s voice followed, velvet-soft. “Do you need help washing, my love?”
Syntyche hummed. “Saints deserve worship.”
“Yes.”
Celia laughed behind me.
Puriel sighed like she was surrounded by demons.
Which, to be fair, she was.
I entered the bathroom and shut the door before the room could ruin what little dignity I had left.
The two followed.
And yes, I already knew this wouldn’t be a simple bath.