The Incubus System Chapter 679. Raw Emotion III (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 679. Raw Emotion III

The room was filled with an eerie silence once again as I waited for her to respond. Her eyes darted back and forth. She had already taken my contract, and the weight of the truth was slowly beginning to settle in. Fear etched itself into her features as if each fact I had just revealed hit her like a truck. It was understandable, given I just unfolded complicated things. Luckily, I could silence her with my Demon's Rule. She wouldn't be able to say anything to anyone.

I tilted my head to the side, my gaze never leaving her face. "Now you understand why I have to bind you with my contract before I say everything," I said, my voice cold and detached.

The room grew silent once more, but it was not the silence of peace. It was the kind of silence that preceded a storm. I could sense her emotions boiling beneath the surface, her thoughts running rampant in her mind. She was struggling to come to terms with what she had learned.

“What about Celia? Does she know all this? Did she also turn into a demon like you?” she asked, her voice shaking with fear and regret.

“She knows. But she is still a human,” I clarified.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I think my demonic power has broken a bit of her demonic seal," I added nonchalantly, watching as her expression changed from relief to fear.

“Are you planning to turn her into a demon like you?” she blurted out, her voice shaking with worry.

I leaned in closer to her, our faces only inches apart. Instead of answering her question, I gave her one of my own.

“Are you planning to take her away to 'save' her from me?” I asked, my voice serious.

We exchanged glances, each one filled with a glare that could cut through steel. Despite we were partners, our relationship was complicated, to say the least, more than mine with the spider queen.

“Ethan, I know I failed you and Celia is the only one left of your family. Should you draw her in your troubles? Should you turn her into a demon and make her the human world’s enemy?” she retorted. She spoke with a hint of pain and bitterness in her tone as if carrying the weight of her past failures.

Her words were like a knife twisting in my gut, a reminder of all the pain and suffering that had brought me to this moment.

“I never said that I would turn her into a demon. But if she wants it, I will do it,” I stated, my voice cold and unfeeling. I shook my head slowly, my eyes fixed on her. "And believe me, that's much better than bringing her to 'your protection'. It will be useless if the other two demon lords attack this world.” My words were harsh, but they were true.

Her frown slowly dissipated, replaced by a look of shock and disbelief. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath and leaned away from her, my eyes fixed on a distant point on the wall. “You know the cracks between the two worlds are created because of the border energy instability, right?” I asked. Without waiting for her answer, I continued. “There are two demon lords who try to use it and create a new crack. And do you think you can protect this world or even my sister from them?” I asked, my voice heavy with skepticism.

Her expression was a mixture of horror and confusion, and I couldn't blame her. The weight of our world's problems was a heavy burden to bear, and not something that anyone should have to face alone.

"Two demon lords?" she repeated, her pupils darting back and forth as if trying to make sense of everything. "Wait… does this mean the demon world is divided into two factions? ‘The kind demon’ faction and the bad one?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Her words about the "kind demon" hung in the air, and I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. She called him ‘a kind demon’ - a phrase that could make Lord Damon's blood boil with fury. I could imagine his demonic figure, his eyes ablaze with anger at the mere mention of such a phrase. My hand involuntarily went to my throat, feeling the weight of my own breath as I struggled to keep my composure.

With a sharp inhale, I composed myself, feeling my muscles tense as I prepared to correct her misguided beliefs. "There are no kind demons," I stated firmly, my voice ringing with conviction. "You don't understand the gravity of what you've just said."

She looked at me, perplexed. "What do you mean? You clearly help us."

"So… there are three factions, not two," I started my explanation. My eyes narrowed slightly as I regarded her. "The King Faction, where I am now. The Rebel Faction, who opposes the King, and the Neutral Faction, who doesn’t care about the other two."

"The King Faction simply wants to maintain the world as it is. But it doesn’t mean we can’t kill humans and do it to save them. The king simply wants to keep the balance," I explained, my tone measured as I chose my words carefully. "We are currently on the hunt for two traitors. The demon lords who have betrayed the King. We have scoured the demon world for them but to no avail. But for sure we're sure they'll escape here.”

Then an innocent smile appeared on my lips. "Well, I think that explains why I disappeared for three months," I stated.

Her eyes widened in shock, and I could see the questions forming in her mind.

“I didn't run away, but I went to the dark dimension," I gave her a simple explanation. Her expression turned to horror as she realized the implications of my words.

"To claim my throne," I announced, my voice ringing out with authority. "'Cause I am the one who will become their king,” I claimed.