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The Incubus System Chapter 1103. The High Priestess of The Great Demon Cult II
🕑 Added 2025-01-02 18:57:13 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1103. The High Priestess of The Great Demon Cult II
Larry made a noise that was half-cough, half-snicker, and I resisted the urge to elbow him in the ribs.
Lilyanna smiled warmly. “It’s rare to meet someone so committed,” she said. “The Great Demon’s teachings have changed my life in ways I never thought possible.”
I bit back a groan. ‘Of course, they have,’ I thought. ‘Because apparently, I’m just handing out life lessons left and right.’
Kevin chimed in. “Priestess, Ethan wants to know the teachings more. You two should totally talk.”
“Indeed,” Lilyanna said, nodding. “Ethan, would you mind joining me for a moment? I’d love to hear your thoughts.”
My internal screaming reached a crescendo, but I managed to nod. “Sure,” I said, my voice strained. “Why not?”
Larry gave me a thumbs-up as I followed Lilyanna to a quieter corner of the room. “Good luck, buddy,” he called out, his grin practically splitting his face.
I shot him one last death glare before turning my attention to Lilyanna. She gestured for me to sit at a small table, and I complied, though every fiber of my being wanted to bolt.
“So, Ethan,” she began, her tone gentle but probing, “how did you first discover the Great Demon’s teachings?”
I blinked, my brain scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t sound completely insane. “Just now,” I said slowly, suppressing a sigh. “It’s more like… I stumbled into it,” I said vaguely. Or because Kevin dragged me here.
“Exactly,” she said. “That’s how it was for me too. When I first learned about the Great Demon’s path, I was lost. But his teachings gave me direction, purpose.”
I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral.
“And you?” she asked, leaning forward slightly. “What has the path given you?”
I hesitated, my mind racing. ‘An ulcer? A headache? A never-ending parade of awkward situations?’
“Perspective,” I said finally, deciding to stick with something vague. “It’s given me perspective.”
Her smile widened, and for a moment, I thought I’d dodged the bullet. But then she leaned in closer, her expression turning serious.
“Ethan,” she said softly, “I sense a great deal on your shoulders. You’ve seen the world’s darkness, haven’t you?”
I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. “You could say that,” I said carefully.
She nodded, her gaze unwavering. “The Great Demon’s path isn’t easy, but it’s necessary. Together, we can bring shadows to the light.”
‘Shadows to the light?’ I thought, barely managing to keep a straight face. ‘Lady, I am the shadows.’
‘Oh wait… I’m a Nephilim now. So, I’m light and shadow,’ I thought. ‘A mix of it even!’ I cringed internally. ‘Does that make me grey?’ My random unuseful thought kicked in again.
“Right,” I said, my tone as neutral as possible. “That sounds… important.”
Lilyanna’s serene smile didn’t falter. Her calmness was unnerving, almost magnetic. I flicked my gaze to the blindfold covering her eyes. It was intricate, embroidered with silver thread in swirling patterns, and somehow it added to her aura of mystique. I found myself wondering about it more than I cared to admit.
Before I could stop myself, the question slipped out. “Why the blindfold? Did something happen to your eyes?”
Lilyanna’s smile softened, and she shook her head. “No, my eyes are fine,” she said quietly. “I decided to cover them.”
I tilted my head, confused. “Why?”
She folded her hands neatly in front of her, her posture as composed as ever. “Because I know the truth isn’t always what it seems,” she said, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “The Great Demon, the one so many associate with evil, does the opposite. He is a savior—a leader of the lost, like us. The weak and those who have lost hope.”
I blinked, her words landing heavier than I expected. Her tone wasn’t preachy or overzealous; it was thoughtful, almost vulnerable. It was clear she wasn’t regurgitating someone else’s lines—she truly believed every word she said.
“I decided,” she continued, her voice steady, “to see with my heart, not with my eyes. Because I know there are truths that cannot be seen.”
I pressed my lips together, unsure how to respond. The way she spoke was undeniably moving, even if it made me cringe internally. I could see now why this cult had attracted so many people so quickly. She wasn’t just spouting nonsense—she was weaving a narrative that gave people hope.
Lilyanna smiled again and, to my surprise, reached out to take my hands in hers. Her touch was light, almost hesitant, but it made me freeze in place.
“The Great Demon saved me once,” she said softly. “And I know, somehow, that he must have saved you too. He fights in the shadows, misunderstood by so many. But not us. We understand him. We see him for who he truly is.”
I stared at her, utterly speechless. I knew I should laugh at the absurdity of it all—I was the Great Demon she spoke of, and this entire thing was based on a misunderstanding of who I actually was. But for some reason, I couldn’t.
Because for the first time, I saw something I hadn’t expected… respect. Genuine respect. Not from someone who knew me personally, but from strangers—humans who had no idea who the Great Demon actually was. And they weren’t worshiping me out of fear or obligation. They truly believed in the idea of me.
It was… jarring.
“I…” I started, my voice trailing off. I didn’t know what to say. How do you respond to someone who’s pouring their heart out like this?
Lilyanna didn’t seem to notice my hesitation. She squeezed my hands gently, her blindfold tilting slightly as if she were looking directly at me. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you?” she said. “You want to understand the Great Demon more than anything, don’t you? Our savior, our liberator. He will protect us and help us. I can feel it in your presence—there’s something in you that resonates with his teachings.”
