The Incubus System Chapter 1529. Assassins II
The Incubus System Chapter 1529. Assassins II
For half a second, I held him there.
Weightless.
Empty.
Then he began turning into particles of light.
His skin cracked into radiance. His hair dissolved. His wings scattered upward in silent white sparks, drifting toward the dark sky above Lust City before fading like dying stars.
I let go.
What remained of him fell through my fingers as light dust.
Licheri floated silently beside me.
Leon’s face remained controlled, but his eyes were sharper now.
The demon guards stared.
Some in awe.
Some in fear.
Some with that dangerous worship beginning to form.
My eyes locked on Caerun.
The last angel stood slowly.
His sword trembled in his hand.
Not from weakness.
From rage.
His face had gone pale, his wings half-spread, light flickering around him like a candle in wind. Serion’s dust still drifted between us.
Caerun stared at the empty air where his companion had been.
Then at me. “You killed him.”
I tilted my head. “Yes.”
Caerun’s expression cracked into something raw.
“You promised the queen you would never attack first! You are still under observation!”
“I never promised anything,” I said coldly. “I only allowed her to observe me. Besides, he attacked me first. What did you expect? That I’d let him kill me just to prove I’m kind?”
I scoffed in disdain.
For a second, he looked less like an angel and more like a man who had just watched his certainty die before his friend finished disappearing.
I let it hurt.
Maybe then he would remember this if he survived.
If.
I raised my hand.
The power I had taken from Serion still burned through my veins, white-gold light tangled with black demonic threads.
My smile returned. Cold. Cruel enough to belong on a throne.
“Now,” I said, “it’s your turn…”
Caerun moved first.
His grief didn’t make him freeze. It made him sharper. His wing snapped wide, scattering feathers of light into the dark air, and his body blurred forward with a speed that would have cut most demons in half before their brains had time to prepare a final complaint.
His sword came for my throat.
Direct.
Personal.
Angry.
I tilted my head.
The blade sliced through a strand of my hair.
A thin lock drifted down between us.
I stared at it.
Then at him.
“Rude.”
Caerun snarled and followed with a second slash, lower this time, aiming for my ribs. I stepped inside his arc, letting the blade skim past my armor, close enough for the holy heat to kiss the edge of my coat.
He was fast.
Faster than Serion.
Less polished with words, better with killing.
His grief turned into momentum, and every movement carried that lovely angelic hypocrisy, clean form, beautiful light, murderous intent wearing perfume.
He twisted his wrist, sword reversing toward my spine.
I vanished.
[Teleportation]
Caerun’s blade cut empty air.
I appeared behind him, one hand already reaching for the base of his wing.
He sensed it.
Good instincts.
His wing folded sharply, feathers hardening into a shield between my fingers and his back. My hand struck the holy feathers, and light exploded in a sharp burst, pushing me back half a step.
Not bad.
Caerun spun and kicked toward my chest.
I caught his ankle.
His eyes widened.
I smiled.
Then slammed him down into the road.
The stone cracked beneath him, but he rolled with the impact, twisting his leg free before my grip could lock. He sprang backward and landed in a crouch, sword raised, wings half-spread.
Behind me, Leon’s guards held formation.
Because this wasn’t a battlefield anymore.
It was an execution with extra steps.
Caerun’s breathing grew sharper. His sword trembled.
Not from fear.
From fury.
Caerun’s jaw tightened.
Then he attacked again.
This time, he didn’t come alone.
A ring of holy symbols ignited behind him, and from each symbol emerged a thin spear of white-gold light. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.
The air screamed.
Caerun thrust his sword forward.
The spears launched.
I spread my wings.
Then I walked forward.
[Shadow Barrier]
A curved wall of darkness formed before me, but I didn’t make it thick. I made it angled. Flexible. Like a moving shield of black glass.
The first spears struck.
They slid away.
The next wave came from above.
[Telekinesis]
I caught five midair and twisted them into the path of the others.
Holy spears collided, bursting into golden sparks.
Caerun rushed through the explosion, using the light as cover.
He aimed for my blind spot.
Unfortunately, my blind spot had filed for retirement after the abyss.
I turned before his sword reached me.
Our blades clashed, his holy sword against the dark edge I formed from my palm.
-Clang!
Caerun pushed.
I let him.
He mistook that for progress.
He forced me back one step.
Then another.
His eyes burned brighter. “You can bleed.”
“Everyone can.”
“I’ll make you pay.”
“You can try.”
He shoved harder, pouring holy power into his blade. The road under my boots cracked. The city barrier hummed behind us. Lust City watched, quiet and hungry, its red lights reflecting on Caerun’s white armor like wine spilled on snow.
Then I stopped moving.
His sword froze against mine.
Caerun’s eyes widened.
I leaned closer. “My turn.”
I headbutted him.
Mask to forehead.
His head snapped back.
Caerun staggered, but recovered fast, swinging his sword wildly toward my shoulder.
I ducked, stepped behind him, and drove my knee into his back.
He flew forward, hit the ground, rolled, and launched himself up again with a wingbeat.
Caerun rose higher into the air, wings glowing brighter. His sword lifted above his head, and the remaining holy symbols gathered into one large circle behind him.
Ah.
Big attack.
Of course.
When losing, everyone loved becoming a chandelier.
“Licheri,” I said.
The white jelly furball floated near the wall, unusually silent. “Yes?”
“Protect the city.”
“Already doing it.”
His voice was smaller than usual.
Even after Serion died, even after we were winning, Licheri didn’t sound happy.
Because this wasn’t just a fight.
This was a message written with bodies.