The Incubus System Chapter 1523. People Come and Go

The Incubus System Chapter 1523. People Come and Go

07.00 PM

The sun had already set.

The sky outside had darkened into deep blue, the kind of evening color that made ordinary streets look calmer than they had any right to be. The cool air brushed my face as I stood in front of Larry’s house with two pizza boxes in one hand and a bottle of cola tucked under my arm.

Yes.

Pizza.

The oldest male peace offering in human history.

After a fight? Pizza.

After betrayal? Pizza.

After your best friend saw your fake female form support the demon hunter who tortured him and then believed you had chosen said demon hunter over him? Two pizzas.

Maybe three, honestly, but I only had two hands and dignity was already dead.

I had just finished my bath.

And no, as expected, it had not been a simple bath. It had became another threesome.

And after that?

I was calmer.

Which led me here.

Larry’s house.

Pizza in hand.

Cola under arm.

Friendship apology mode activated.

The problem was… I wasn’t sure he was home.

I had called him. Ignored.

Sent text. Ignored.

Sent another text. Also ignored.

Sent one sticker. Read.

No reply.

That one hurt more than demonic claws.

So yeah.

That was what led me to standing in front of his gate like a boyfriend in a breakup drama, except instead of flowers I brought pepperoni.

I pressed the doorbell.

-Ding dong!

Silence.

I waited.

No answer.

I pressed again.

Still none.

I frowned.

Not even his mom or dad came out.

I pressed one more time, longer this time, and leaned toward the intercom. “Larry, are you there? It’s me, Ethan.”

Silence.

“Bud?”

Nothing.

I huffed. “I wonder if he’s on patrol again.”

Maybe the dramatic idiot had gone out to fight low-level demons while listening to sad songs and whispering about brotherhood. That sounded exactly like him.

I was about to leave.

Then I stopped.

No.

If I left now, Larry would probably find the missed calls tomorrow, stare at his phone in the rain even if there was no rain, and whisper, ‘too late, Ethan… too late’.

I knew him.

He had theatrical damage.

So I decided to leave the pizzas.

Maybe write a note.

Something simple.

‘I did not betray you. Nathan was a rescue target. Eat before crying’.

Actually, no.

Too much.

Maybe just ‘Eat. We talk later’.

Simple.

Emotionally constipated.

Perfect.

But then another thought hit me.

What if he was actually home and ignoring me?

I narrowed my eyes.

Oh, that bastard.

“Teleportation.”

I appeared inside Larry’s room.

And immediately cringed.

There he was.

Larry Grandroar.

Sitting in front of his PC in the dim blue light of his monitor, wearing a headset, hugging his beloved body pillow ‘Nana-chan.’

Larry hugged ‘Nana-chan’ like she was the only thing between him and despair.

On his screen, YuTube played a sad song about betrayal.

The video showed a guy standing alone on a rooftop at night, cigarette between his fingers, coat fluttering in dramatic wind.

The title was something like “When Your Best Friend Chooses Your Enemy Over You Nightcore Betrayal Mix”

I stared.

My soul aged ten years.

Larry muttered, voice broken under his headset, “It’s okay… I still have you, Nana-chan.”

I closed my eyes.

He continued, “I’m used to it. People come and go. It’s life.”

I groaned.

Yeah.

Him and Nathan were somehow similar.

They were dramatic.

Different genre, same disease.

Nathan was holy knight dramatic.

Larry was abandoned puppy anime ending dramatic.

I walked forward silently and put the pizza boxes in front of him.

-Thud!

Larry froze.

His eyes moved down to the pizza.

Then slowly turned toward me.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

I said, “Eat.”

For a while…

Silence.

The sad song continued in his headset.

Then Larry’s lips trembled.

“Ethan… I thought you already forgot about meeee.”

His voice cracked on the last word like a dying violin.

I stared at him. “Larry.”

He hugged the pillow tighter. “No. It’s fine. I understand. Nathan has cooler tragic rival energy. He has swords. I only have jokes, trauma, and a questionable sleeping schedule.”

“You also have pizza now.”

His eyes flicked down.

The betrayal in his face weakened a bit.

“I brought two,” I added.

Betrayal weakened again.

“And cola.”

His grip on 'Nana-chan' loosened. “Cold cola?”

“Yes.”

His eyes watered. “My best friend.”

“Eat first, cry later.”

He removed his headset slowly. The song became audible from the speakers.

A male voice sang something about shadows, lies, and broken promises.

I reached over and paused the video.

Larry gasped. “Hey.”

“No betrayal music during apology pizza.”

“It sets the mood.”

“It ruins digestion.”

He looked at the pizza boxes again. “What flavor?”

“Pepperoni and meat lovers.”

His eyes softened like I had performed divine healing. “You remembered.”

He opened the first pizza box with reverence.

Steam rose.

Cheese stretched.

Pepperoni glowed under desk lamp light like a sacred artifact.

Larry picked up a slice, took a bite, then froze.

His eyes closed. His shoulders shook.

I panicked. “Don’t cry into the pizza.”

“I’m not crying. It’s cheese steam.”

“There’s no steam near your eyes.”

He swallowed and pointed the slice at me. “Explain.”

I pulled his spare chair over and sat. “First, I did not choose Nathan over you.”

Larry sniffed. “Looked like it. You were holding him. In woman form.”

I winced. “Yeah.”

Larry’s eyes narrowed. “Why did Damina carry Nathan?”

“He was injured.”

“He tortured me.”

My jaw tightened.

The room went quieter.

Even ‘Nana-chan’ looked like she was listening.

I leaned forward, elbows on knees. “I know, Larry.”

His expression shifted. Less dramatic now. More real.

“I didn’t forget,” I said. “I didn’t forgive him either.”

Larry’s hand tightened around the pizza crust. “Then why?”

“Because Jenny called Celia crying. Because Nathan got pulled into Light Dimension politics. Because Aurelion gave him power and tried to make him useful against me.”

Larry stared. Then slowly looked at his pizza. “Great… I’m eating while processing treason-level angel drama. What did you do?”

“I beat Nathan. Humiliated him in front of Aurelion.”

Larry stopped chewing.

His eyes widened.

I continued, “Then I siphoned the angel power the king gave him.”