The Incubus System Chapter 1528. Assassins I

The Incubus System Chapter 1528. Assassins I

I spread both wings.

My demonic aura unfurled, rolling across the gate like night swallowing perfume.

“You came here,” I said quietly, “to kill me.”

Serion’s eyes flickered.

Caerun stiffened.

I smiled. “Wrong move.”

The feather storm launched.

I lifted both hands.

[Telekinesis]

The first wave froze.

Dozens of feather blades stopped midair, trembling under my grip. The rest slammed into barriers, shields, walls, sparks showering everywhere.

I clenched my fists.

The frozen feathers twisted.

Then I threw them back.

Caerun cut through several.

Serion raised a holy shield.

The returned blades exploded against them in bursts of white flame.

I teleported through the blast.

Appeared right in front of Serion.

His eyes widened for the first time.

My hand grabbed his throat. “I already told your king,” I whispered.

[Energy Siphon Activated]

Serion’s face paled.

The warmth disappeared completely.

There was the real face.

Fear.

Caerun lunged toward my back.

I didn’t look.

My tail whipped out and caught his wrist.

Leon moved at the same time, intercepting Caerun’s blade with a dark steel crash.

Caerun snarled.

Leon smiled coldly. “His Highness is speaking.”

I loved competent staff.

Serion’s hands glowed against my wrist, trying to burn me.

Pain crawled up my arm.

I ignored it. “You came to find the bridge,” I said. “To burn it.”

Serion’s lips parted, but I tightened my grip enough to stop the lie.

“Don’t.”

His eyes shifted toward Caerun.

I leaned closer to Serion. “You wanted to know who helped me?”

My smile turned dark. “Tell Aurelion this when you crawl back.” His throat moved under my fingers. “I don’t need traitors to reach him.”

My siphon threads flickered between my fingers. “I only need him to keep sending gifts.”

Serion’s eyes widened.

My twisted smile appeared.

“Well…” I said, tightening my fingers around his throat just enough for him to understand exactly who held the rhythm of his next breath. “That’s if you can get away from here alive.”

His hands grabbed my wrist. Holy fire crawled over my skin, burning through the edges of my gauntlet, hissing against demonic armor.

It hurt.

A little.

Cute.

“You attacked me,” I continued. “Inside my territory. In front of my city. There’s no way I’ll take it easy after that, right?”

Behind me, Caerun snarled and tried to break past Leon again.

Their blades clashed.

Holy silver against demon steel.

Leon moved like a wall with legs and bad manners. Every time Caerun tried to slip around him, Leon stepped into his path with perfect timing, not flashy, not arrogant, just professionally irritating.

Caerun slashed low.

Leon blocked.

Caerun feinted high.

Leon kicked his knee.

Caerun’s wing flared, launching him sideways in a burst of light.

Leon turned, caught him by the shoulder guard, and slammed him into the barrier like he was rearranging furniture.

Serion’s light surged against my palm.

He tried to speak.

I leaned closer.

“What? Last prayer?”

His lips trembled. “You… don’t understand…”

“Oh, I understand plenty.”

[Energy Siphon Activated]

Black-gold threads burst from my fingers and sank into Serion’s chest.

His body arched.

A sound tore out of him. Not quite a scream. Not quite a prayer. Something between both.

The holy power inside him resisted much harder than Nathan’s borrowed wing.

Nathan’s was a gift.

Serion’s was his own.

Old training. Angelic birthright. Authority shaped through discipline, loyalty, faith, obedience, and whatever else Heaven stuffed into its soldiers until they could smile while lying.

This power had roots.

So I pulled harder.

Serion’s wings flared wide, white feathers trembling violently. Light poured from them in waves, trying to purify the siphon threads, but my demonic core opened its mouth like a starving beast.

My holy core did not reject it.

That was the worst part.

Or the best part.

I didn’t know anymore.

The power entered me hot and sharp, like drinking molten sunlight from a chalice made of bone. My veins glowed under my skin. My mask cracked slightly, one line splitting near my cheek as the pressure rose.

[Holy Power Absorbed: 8%]

[Holy Power Absorbed: 17%]

[Resistance: High]

[Assimilation: Stable]

Serion choked, eyes glowing too bright now.

Caerun saw it. His face twisted. “No!”

He exploded forward, forcing Leon back half a step with a cross-cut of holy blades. Leon’s boots carved lines into the road, but he did not fall.

Caerun launched over him, wings snapping hard, sword aimed at my back.

Leon clicked his tongue.

A black chain shot from Leon’s gauntlet and wrapped around Caerun’s ankle.

Caerun jerked midair.

Leon yanked him down.

The angel hit the road hard enough to crack the stone.

Caerun rolled, rose, and screamed at me, “Monster!”

I glanced at him over my shoulder.

His face was full of hatred now.

Real hatred.

“You should never have been born!”

That sentence again.

Different mouth. Same meaning.

Aurelion’s thought. Light Dimension’s fear. Every pure-blooded idiot’s conclusion when they looked at me and saw contradiction instead of person.

I smiled.

Softly this time.

Terribly.

“But I’m here.”I looked back at him. “And that seems to be everyone’s problem.”

Then I pulled.

Hard.

[Energy Siphon Output Increased]

[Holy Power Absorbed: 46%]

[Holy Power Absorbed: 63%]

Serion screamed.

The sound rang against the city gate, high and broken, then dissolved into light.

His wings began to lose shape. Feathers turned translucent, edges peeling away into glowing dust. His armor cracked along the chest, not with blood, but with leaking radiance.

This realm was not his.

That mattered.

Angels belonged to the Light Dimension. Their bodies were woven with that realm’s laws, its pressure, its choir, its holy structure. Here, in the Dark Dimension, in Lust City, with my hand around his throat and my siphon threads buried inside his core, there was nothing to hold him together once the power left.

His fingers slipped from my wrist.

His body went limp.

[Holy Power Absorbed: 91%]

[Holy Power Absorbed: 100%]

[Target Core: Empty]

[Assimilation Complete]

Serion’s eyes dimmed.

He looked almost surprised.

Like he had never truly believed death would accept an angel in a demon city.

Then his body fell limp.