The Incubus System Chapter 748. Fake Demon Hunter III (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 748. Fake Demon Hunter III

"So what?" she retorted, her voice dripping with bitterness and displeasure. "That can't bring him back..." Her words held a poignant mix of anguish and frustration, a painful reminder of the irreversible loss she had suffered.

I took a deep breath, understanding the depth of her pain and the complexity of her emotions. It was true, no amount of explanations or assurances could undo the tragedy she had endured.

"Not all demons kill humans, Miranda," I stated firmly, hoping to provide a different perspective to her skewed perception.

Her response was a scoff filled with disdain and disbelief. "Right... You just said not all lions eat meat," she retorted sarcastically, her words laced with skepticism and bitterness.

I couldn't help but smile wryly at her analogy. "Touché," I conceded, acknowledging the validity of her comparison. "But demons aren’t lions. Humans are not our only food and there are demons who choose a different path."

“You see, Miranda, the world of demons is not as black and white as it may seem. Yes, there are those who revel in chaos and destruction, preying on innocent lives without remorse. But there are also demons who strive for balance,” I continued.

"I don't believe you..." she hissed, her voice dripping with skepticism and defiance. I could see the doubt etched on her face, the crease between her eyebrows deepening.

I sighed inwardly, realizing that no matter what I said or did, it would be an uphill battle to change her mind. The weight of regret settled upon me like a heavy cloak. "I see," I replied, my voice tinged with disappointment. "It seems that whatever I say, it will not be able to change your mind."

In an attempt to bridge the gap between us, to make her understand the gravity of the situation, I slowly approached her. With careful steps, I closed the distance, until I was crouched down in front of her, eye level with her defiant gaze.

The words slipped from my lips, laced with a touch of menace, as I tested the limits of her resolve. "Should I kill you then?" I threatened, my voice low and dangerous. The words hung in the air, a challenge thrown into the arena of our confrontation.

Her response was immediate. A scream tore through the silence, a primal cry of annoyance and frustration. Her body contorted and thrashed wildly, seeking freedom from my invisible bind. Her struggles were fierce, a display of sheer determination in the face of a seemingly impossible situation.

After a series of failed attempts, she finally stopped, frustration evident in her features. Her voice, though weary, still carried a fierce determination. "Then kill me!" she spat out, her words laced with defiance.

I took a sharp breath, caught off guard by the intensity of her request. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, an echo of desperation and sorrow. Shaking my head from side to side, I couldn't help but feel a mix of sympathy and disbelief. "Dying people want to live, but you... you want to die," I muttered, my voice filled with a blend of incredulity and sadness.

I looked into her eyes, searching for answers that seemed just out of reach. Her gaze met mine, unwavering and intense, as if daring me to challenge her resolve. It was at that moment that I noticed the pain etched deep within her eyes, a silent testament to the struggles she had endured. Despite the anguish she carried, there was an unyielding fierceness that burned within her, refusing to be extinguished.

Unable to comprehend her motives fully, I couldn't help but let a tinge of disappointment seep into my voice. "So, you simply want to give your life to me today? How kind of you," I replied, the words dripping with a mix of resignation and sadness.

But instead of answering, she remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together. There was an unyielding determination in her eyes, a flicker of pain mixed with unwavering resolve. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her intense stare, as if she was challenging me to understand the depth of her anguish.

Feeling a surge of empathy, I reached out my hand and gently grasped the edge of her hood, pulling it back to reveal her face. Her features were delicate, yet marred by the weight of her suffering. Lines of pain etched across her forehead and her eyes held a profound sadness. But despite it all, there was a fierce glimmer in her gaze that refused to be extinguished.

Caught between conflicting emotions, I offered her a final choice, my voice filled with a mixture of compassion and resignation. "Since you want to die, I'll give you a final choice," I said, my words hanging heavy in the air.

Her response was immediate and filled with frustration. "I don't need your mercy!" she yelled, her voice tinged with anger and defiance. The sound echoed through the desolate urban landscape, a stark contrast to the stillness that surrounded us.

I couldn't help but scoff at her defiant response. "Mercy?" I repeated, my voice laced with a coldness that mirrored her own defiance. "I didn't say I would give you a choice out of mercy."

Leaning in closer, I brought my face mere inches from hers, allowing the intensity of my words to sink in. "I am giving you the choice to gain power," I whispered, my voice tinged with a seductive allure. The words slid off my tongue like a tantalizing promise, a tempting offer that hung in the air between us.

Her eyes widened with a mix of confusion and curiosity. The tumultuous emotions within her mirrored the storm brewing inside me. I could see the war raging behind her gaze, the clash between her desire to escape her pain and her hesitance to embrace a path that seemed too good to be true.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, a combination of amusement and intrigue. "Interesting, right?" I mused, tilting my head slightly as I watched her reaction. The weight of the moment hung in the air, the silence pregnant with the possibilities that lay before her.