The Incubus System Chapter 1525. Angels in Lust City

The Incubus System Chapter 1525. Angels in Lust City

I put down the controller.

Not gently.

The poor thing landed on Larry’s desk with a sad little plastic clack, probably wondering why it had been summoned into my life just to be abandoned before I even shot my first zombie.

The game screen still showed our characters standing in a ruined street, surrounded by undead enemies waiting politely for us to continue.

Larry blinked at me from his gaming chair, pizza slice frozen halfway to his mouth. “What happened?”

I stood up. “I need to go now.”

His eyes sharpened. “That’s not an answer.”

I looked at him. “Angels.”

His face changed immediately. “In the human world?”

“No.” I said, “In the Dark Dimension. Lust City.”

Larry’s mouth opened.

Then closed.

Then opened again.

“Oh shit…”

“Yeah.”

For once, no joke came after that.

Angels in the Dark Dimension was not just a surprise visit.

I snapped my fingers.

[You have activated your demonic form.]

Ethan burned away.

Damian rose.

Horns curled from my head. My wings tore open behind me, one dark and one white, both stretching wide enough that Larry’s posters fluttered from the pressure. My tail moved behind me, cutting a slow line through the air, and dark armor formed over my body like the world itself decided I had no time for casual clothes.

Larry stared. Then pointed at my head. “Your tail almost hit ‘Nana-chan’!”

I glanced at the body pillow. “Tell her I’m sorry.”

“She forgives you. But she is emotionally fragile.”

I ignored him. “Text Celia. Tell her I’ll be late.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

He raised both hands. “Got it.“

I lifted my hand.

Darkness split open beside me.

[You have opened a portal.]

The portal churned, black and crimson, edges sparking with demonic symbols. The air on the other side smelled different immediately. Warm. Heavy. Sweet with lust mana, city smoke, perfume, and danger.

My other home.

My world.

I stepped in without hesitation.

The portal swallowed me.

Then released me inside my office in Lust City.

No one was there.

The room was dim, elegant, and quiet, which was wrong because Lust City was never quiet. My office overlooked the city from one of the highest buildings, all dark glass, polished black furniture, and enough luxury to remind everyone I had inherited too many responsibilities with excellent interior design.

Through the windows, the city shimmered beneath night.

Lust City lived beautifully after sunset.

Neon-pink mana lights curved along towers. Red lanterns floated above streets. Music pulsed faintly from pleasure houses, casinos, theatres, bath palaces, and clubs. Demons moved below like colorful shadows, horns, tails, wings, silk, leather, gold, smoke.

It was chaotic.

And at the far edge of the city... Light.

Not city light.

Angel light.

My jaw tightened.

I lifted my hand and let Demon’s Clothes ripple over me.

A black mask formed over my face. Smooth, sharp, covering half of my features, leaving only my eyes visible beneath its shadow. My armor shifted into something more regal, more controlled, less battlefield monster, more prince arriving to remind everyone which idiot had stepped into his territory.

Then I teleported.

I appeared at the top of the building.

Wind hit me immediately.

The city spread beneath my boots like a living jewel. Beautiful, indecent, alive. The kind of place angels probably described as corruption while secretly staring too long.

The air snapped, and I landed on the inner wall above Lust City’s main gate.

The defensive formation had already awakened. Crimson barriers shimmered across the walls. Demon guards stood in layered ranks below, weapons ready but not raised. Good discipline.

Leon was there.

Tall, composed, armor polished, eyes sharp. The kind of demon commander who didn’t need to shout to make soldiers straighten.

And Licheri was there too.

That white jelly furball shape floating beside Leon.

The second I appeared, Licheri bounced toward me.

Literally bounced.

“Okay,” Licheri said, voice bright and accusing. “What did you do this time?”

I stared at the furball. “I just went up and saved someone.”

Licheri’s tiny body squished midair as if offended by vagueness. “That sounds like the beginning of a report with property damage.”

“Ugh… I’ll tell you later. Business now.”

Leon looked relieved, but only slightly. His eyes stayed on the gate. “They haven’t attacked yet.”

“Great to know.”

Below the wall, outside the gate, stood two angels.

Two.

Not an army.

They hovered just beyond the outer defense line, boots barely touching the pale road leading into Lust City. Their wings glowed faintly behind them, white and gold against the dark red haze of my realm.

Both wore light armor.

But their weapons weren’t in their hands.

That mattered.

But their hands glowed.

Subtle.

Skills ready.

That mattered more.

They didn’t want to fight.

At least, not immediately.

But they were ready to kill if breathing went wrong.

I dropped from the wall, landing on the ground before the gate with enough force to crack dust from the stone but not enough to look like I was showing off.

Okay.

Maybe a little.

Leon followed behind me with several elite guards.

And no, not the sex demons Letos usually used.

Those demons were chaos. Useful if the goal was confusion and making enemy formations forget which direction dignity lived. But most of them lacked the discipline I wanted for something like this.

I needed control.

Demons smart enough not to start a holy war because someone’s wing looked slap-worthy.

Leon’s guards were exactly that.

Armored.

Silent.

Watching.

I walked forward until only the city barrier separated us.

One angel looked at me first.

He had silver hair cut short, blue eyes, and a face so clean it looked like emotion needed permission to enter. The other was taller, golden-haired, with softer features but colder hands. Both looked tired.

That surprised me.

They didn’t look like fanatics.

They looked like people who found a door they weren’t supposed to find and now regretted curiosity.

The silver-haired one spoke. “At last, you come, Erebus.”

Behind me, Leon’s brow furrowed. “Erebus?”

I lifted one hand slightly. “Yup. They call me that.”

Leon glanced at me. “Should I correct them?”

“No. It’s fine. Better this way.”