The Incubus System Chapter 1532. King and Queen I

The Incubus System Chapter 1532. King and Queen I

The city barrier pulsed.

Leon’s eyes narrowed.

I looked toward the dark sky, imagining the Light Dimension beyond it. White towers. Golden streets. Perfect faces. Sacred halls. A throne occupied by a man who wanted purity so badly he could no longer recognize poison when it came from his own hand.

“Straight to the king,” I said.

Licheri was silent.

Leon didn’t breathe for half a second.

Behind us, the guards remained frozen, but I could feel the shift in them. Fear, yes. But also hunger. Pride. That dangerous demonic thrill when a ruler stopped defending and finally reached for someone else’s throat.

I hated that I understood it.

I hated that part of me liked it.

My smile widened slowly.

“If he keeps bugging me,” I said, “I will take his throne.”

The words landed like a blade dropped onto marble.

Silence.

And in that silence, something inside me smiled with too many teeth.

Because it sounded insane.

But tell me.

What was the alternative?

Let him keep sending assassins?

Let him turn humans into blades and angels into disposable messages?

Let him decide when my people deserved to bleed?

No.

No more.

I had tried being reasonable.

So maybe it was time to be unreasonable.

Leon lowered his head. “As you command, Your Highness.”

Licheri floated closer to me.

He was quiet for one more second.

Then, finally, a tiny bounce returned.

Playful. War-ready.

“Me like this! Yay! I will prepare hidden routes, false city pulses, and emergency illusions. If you are going to stab The Light Dimension in the ribs, at least let Lust City dress nicely for the scandal.”

I glanced at him. “Thank you.”

Licheri puffed his chest proudly. “Don’t mention it. Cause I know I’m so cool~!”

Leon turned toward the guards. “Seal the report. No public panic. Outer districts under festival maintenance. Double patrols. Quiet movement only.”

The demons saluted.

If this was going to happen, it would happen like a knife under silk.

Aurelion wanted assassins?

I had assassins too.

And mine didn’t pretend murder was worship.

I lifted my hand and watched the stolen holy light flicker beneath my skin.

Aurelion had more.

His court had more.

His throne was built on it.

The thought slid through me darkly.

If I took enough…

No.

I stopped myself.

Not because the thought scared me.

Because it didn’t.

That was the problem.

“Should I… steal his light?” I muttered. I guess I could try that.

And when I crossed into the Light Dimension again, I wouldn’t go as a kidnapped student, a guest, or a masked performer bowing after a duel.

I would go as the thing they kept calling me.

Erebus.

Great Demon.

Mistake.

Monster.

Let them choose the title.

I would choose the ending.

My smile stayed on my face as the city lights glowed behind me, sinful and gorgeous and alive.

“If The Light Dimension wants a villain,” I whispered, “I’ll make sure they get a competent one.”

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Lord Damon’s PoV

Lord Damon stood at the highest building of Lust City.

The night wind pulled at his long black coat, making the edges flutter behind him like torn wings. Below, Lust City breathed in red, gold, and violet lights, alive with music and temptation, with laughter spilling from balconies and the heavy sweetness of desire mana rising from the streets like perfume from warm skin.

But Damon did not look at the city.

His eyes were locked beyond the gates.

On his son.

Damian stood near the outer road, surrounded by Leon, Licheri, and disciplined soldiers. Two angels had already turned into nothing but fading particles of light. The traces of their deaths still shimmered faintly in the air, pale dust swallowed by the darker pulse of Lust City’s barrier.

Damon had seen everything.

This was his city too. His realm. His bloodline. His son.

He had felt the crack opening before most of the guards even understood what was happening. He had felt the foreign holy signatures approach the gate, felt their fake hesitation, their smiling poison, their hands glowing beneath the pretense of peace.

And still, he had not moved.

He had watched.

He had let Damian handle it.

Not because he didn’t care.

No.

Because Damian needed to stand there.

Because those angels had come for him. Aurelion’s message had been sent to Damian, not Damon. If Damon descended the moment two assassins appeared, every enemy watching would whisper that the young prince still needed his father’s shadow.

So Damon stayed above.

Silent.

Still.

Burning.

And he hated every second of it.

His fingers tightened around the stone railing.

The marble cracked under his grip.

He didn’t like this.

He didn’t like how the Light Dimension had decided his son was a failure before even understanding him. He didn’t like how they threw old names at him, Erebus, as if Damian were only a ghost from their history wearing a new face.

He didn’t like that they attacked him because of blood he did not choose, sins he did not commit, wounds he did not create.

That was the part that made Damon’s chest feel heavy.

Damian had been born into other people’s wars.

First humans looked at him and saw a monster.

Even when he saved them, bled for them, stood between them and demons that would have eaten their cities whole.

They still saw horns, darkness and a convenient villain.

And now the Light Dimension had joined the performance, graceful and holy and rotten under all that white-gold shine.

Damon’s jaw clenched.

Behind him, soft footsteps approached.

He didn’t turn.

He knew the sound.

The rhythm.

The faint scent of roses, night wine, and power that came with her before her voice ever did.

Lilieth stopped a few steps behind him. “We have our soldiers ready,” she said.

Her voice was calm, but Damon knew her too well. Calm did not always mean peace. Sometimes calm was a blade still hidden in silk.

“Most of them are still recovering from the last attack,” she continued. “But we still have some units fit for deployment. Assassin squads, shadow riders, border infiltrators. Not enough for war. Enough for a message.”

Damon’s eyes remained on Damian below. “I want to go to the Light Dimension with him.”