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The Incubus System Chapter 1117. Safe-ish
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 17:27:24 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1117. Safe-ish
Lilieth reached out and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her touch warm and comforting. “How are you holding up?”
I hesitated, unsure how to answer. “Honestly? I don’t even know anymore. One second I’m dealing with cracks between dimensions, the next I’m being told to seduce a queen. It’s… a lot.”
She smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face like my human mom used to when I was a kid. It was such a simple gesture, but it carried a nostalgia that made my chest ache. “You’re stronger than you think. You’ll find a way.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, my voice heavy with doubt. “And if I don’t?”
“You will,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You always do.”
I wanted to believe her, but the sheer insanity of my situation made it hard to feel confident. Still, there was something reassuring about her unwavering faith in me, even if I didn’t share it.
Celia’s head poked out from behind the kitchen counter, her wide eyes scanning the room nervously. “Is it safe now?”
“Safe-ish,” I said, waving her over. “Dad’s gone, so you don’t have to worry.”
She relaxed a little at that, stepping cautiously into the room. Her movements were slow and deliberate, like she was half-expecting Lord Damon to burst back in at any moment. “Your dad is… scary.”
“Yeah,” I said with a small smile. “But he means well. Mostly.”
Larry snorted, muttering under his breath, “Define ‘means well.’”
I ignored him, choosing not to dive into another debate about whether my dad’s ‘terrifying presence’ was intentional or just his personality. Instead, I leaned back into the couch and exhaled heavily.
“Cookies anyone?” Celia appeared from the kitchen, balancing a plate with a small cookies and trailing behind her was Foxy in its full fox form. Her tails swayed as it trotted over to Celia’s side, hopping up onto her lap as she sat beside me.
Celia set the cookies on the table and glanced around nervously, her hands resting protectively over Foxy’s soft fur. “What?” she asked hesitantly, looking at Lilieth, who had been staring at her with an almost curious intensity.
Lilieth tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Your human sister,” she said slowly, a faint smile curling her lips. “Not bad either. I can feel a little demonic power from her. Not much, but it’s there.” Her smile deepened as she added, “Are you interested in becoming a succubus?”
Celia’s jaw dropped, and she stared at Lilieth like she’d just suggested something completely insane—which, to be fair, she kind of had. “What?! No!” Celia blurted, clutching Foxy a little tighter.
Before Celia could say anything else, Puriel stepped in, her voice calm but firm. “She’s more suited to angelic power than demonic power,” Puriel said, glancing at Celia with a thoughtful expression. “Her body could accept it, easily.”
Celia blinked, her shock fading into curiosity. “Really?” she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.
Puriel nodded, her attention now shifting to Larry, who had been in the middle of shoving a cookie into his mouth. He froze under her gaze, crumbs falling onto his lap as he blinked at her like a deer caught in headlights.
“You too,” Puriel said, tilting her head slightly. “You’re more suited to angelic power than demonic power. Your path is correct.”
Larry swallowed hard, his voice cracking slightly as he said, “Uh… thanks? I think?”
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms as I leaned forward. “So, what? Are you saying my sister and my best friend have the potential to be… angels?”
“Not exactly,” Puriel replied, her tone measured. “But they have the capacity to accept angelic energy. It’s rare for humans to have such compatibility.”
Celia looked between me and Puriel, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait… does that mean I could actually become an angel? Like, wings and everything?”
“Technically, yes,” Puriel said with a small nod.
Celia looked down at Foxy, her fingers gently scratching behind the fox’s ears as she processed the information. “That’s… kind of cool. Weird, but cool.”
Larry, on the other hand, still looked like he was trying to figure out if this was a compliment or some kind of divine prank. “So, let me get this straight,” he said, pointing at Puriel. “You’re saying I’m angel material?”
“Potentially,” Puriel said, her lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. “But that doesn’t mean it would be easy. You are a human. You don’t have a special bloodline like Ethan or Celia.”
Larry snorted, leaning back against the couch. “I think I’ll stick to being human. Less pressure.”
Lilieth, who had been quietly observing the exchange, suddenly frowned. The light humor in her eyes disappeared, replaced by something cold and sharp. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto Larry with an intensity that made even me sit up straighter.
“Demon hunter or angel. I’m fine with both. But,” Lilieth said, her voice low and dangerous, “if you ever try to hurt my son…” Her eyes seemed to glow, and the room felt colder as her smile faded entirely. “I will make you regret being born.”
Larry froze, his face draining of color as he stared at her. “I… I wouldn’t—” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I mean, I—he’s my best friend!”
Lilieth leaned back, her expression softening as if she hadn’t just threatened him with an eternity of torment. “Good,” she said simply, as if that settled the matter.
I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Mom, could you maybe not traumatize my friend? He’s already dealing with enough as it is.”
“He needed to know,” Lilieth said with a shrug, her tone casual.
Larry gave me a look that screamed ‘What the hell is wrong with your family?’ but wisely kept his mouth shut. Celia, meanwhile, seemed more amused than anything, her lips twitching as she tried to hide a smile.
“I appreciate the sentiment, Mom,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Really. But maybe next time, ease up on the death threats?”
“I’ll consider it,” she said with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying herself.
