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The Incubus System Chapter 1106. Can We Not Destroy My House Today?
🕑 Added 2025-01-10 17:06:07 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1106. Can We Not Destroy My House Today?
“Nope,” I said, popping the p for emphasis. “It’s more fun this way.”
He sighed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “Fine. But if this turns out to be something creepy, I’m out.”
I laughed. “Trust me, it won’t be creepy. You’ll be surprised, but not in a bad way.”
Larry hesitated. “Okay, last chance,” he said. “Is this some kind of prank?”
“Do I look like I’m in the mood for pranks?” I asked, giving him another flat stare.
“Good point,” he muttered.
We didn’t even make it three steps before I froze in place. Something was off. No, scratch that—very off. A massive wave of demonic power hit me like a freight train, thick and suffocating, making my skin prickle with unease.
Larry, oblivious, glanced around casually. “What’s with the sudden serious face?”
-Ba-thump
My heart pounded hard in my chest as a cold realization settled in. The demonic power… it was coming from my house. My blood ran cold, and for a second, I thought my system was malfunctioning. No warnings. No alerts. Nothing. Just that overwhelming presence—and somehow, Larry’s Demon Compass wasn’t reacting either.
“Oh no…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Larry frowned. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Demons…” I muttered, panic bubbling up in my chest. “In my house.”
Larry’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything else, I didn’t wait. Without thinking, I activated my teleportation skill, vanishing on the spot and reappearing in the middle of my living room, sword already in hand, ready to deal with whatever—or whoever—was stupid enough to break into my place.
But what I saw wasn’t what I expected.
I cringed, my brain needing a moment to process the absurdity of the scene. Standing in my living room, with their wings spread wide and the aura of two apex predators, were none other than Lord Damon and Lilieth.
Across from them stood Puriel, her angelic wings open in a full attack stance, her expression dead serious. Her gaze was locked onto Lord Damon, while he, as always, had his arms folded and was looking down at her with that signature condescending gaze of his.
Lilieth, meanwhile, didn’t look impressed either. In fact, she looked… annoyed. No, scratch that. Pissed.
And behind the kitchen counter, peeking out nervously, were Celia and Foxy. Celia looked terrified, while Foxy had positioned herself in front of her, trying to shield her from the overwhelming presence of the three powerful beings in the room.
I took a long, deep breath, lowering my sword slowly. “Uh… Please don’t fight here,” I said, forcing my voice to sound calm despite the chaos in front of me. “This is my only house. If you destroy it, I’ll be homeless.”
Lord Damon’s crimson eyes flicked toward me, his gaze sharp as ever. “You are the prince of the dark dimension, and yet you’re worried about a house?” he said, his tone dripping with disdain. “How pathetic. Just take over a building and brainwash everyone inside.”
“This is my dad’s house,” I stated. “My human dad’s house. I kinda live here,” I corrected, sighing heavily.
Lord Damon raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “So?”
“So, all my stuff is here,” I said flatly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I like this place. It’s cozy. Can we not destroy it today?”
Lilieth, still glaring at Puriel, finally spoke. “And who, may I ask, is this?” She gestured toward Puriel with an air of barely restrained hostility.
Puriel didn’t budge, her expression stoic. “I could ask the same about you,” she said coldly. “You entered uninvited, and your presence reeks of demonic power.”
“Oh great, introductions,” I muttered under my breath. ‘As if this couldn’t get any worse.’
Before I could intervene, Lord Damon took a step forward, his aura flaring slightly, making the air feel heavier. His crimson eyes locked onto Puriel’s with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “You don’t even know me?” he said, his tone laced with irritation. “We’ve met a couple of times before your cursed sisters sealed the borders between the worlds.”
Puriel’s expression darkened as she hissed, her angelic aura flaring slightly in response. “I know you,” she said coldly. “You’re Xenos' son. Your father tricked my sister and made her bear his son.”
Lord Damon’s eyes narrowed further, his lips curling into a mocking smirk. “Tricked?” he repeated, scoffing. “So that’s what angels call it when things don’t go their way? Your ‘holy’ sister was drooling at my father’s dick. That’s why she let him screw her until she bore his child.”
I cringed so hard I thought my face might permanently freeze that way. “Okay, can we not talk about the past like this?” I said quickly, raising my hands in a plea for sanity. “I mean, it was a consensual relationship, right? And, uh, both of them are dead now. Let’s… respect the dead?”
But my attempt at diplomacy fell flat. Puriel’s fierce gaze remained locked on Lord Damon, her tone icy and sharp. “How dare you look down on my sister like that! It was your father who tainted her. She should have never met him, and it was your father who seduced her. If that had never happened, she would never have borne his child!”
I frowned, turning to her. “Wait, that’s… kinda cruel, don’t you think? If Erebus never existed, then I wouldn’t have been born either.”
Puriel flinched slightly, as if realizing her words had unintended consequences, but her pride kept her from backing down. Before she could respond, Lord Damon cut in, his voice dripping with disdain. “Talk about biting the hand that feeds you,” he sneered. “You’ve got a lot to say for someone who just got fucked by my son.”
“DAD!” I yelled, mortified beyond belief.
Puriel’s face turned red—not out of embarrassment, but pure rage. Her wings twitched, feathers bristling as she took a threatening step forward. “How dare you speak to me like that!” she snarled. “You and your kind—filth, nothing more.”
