The Incubus System Chapter 779. My Cult? (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 779. My Cult?

"Indeed, it could be wrong," she admitted, her tone conceding a point but still holding onto her reporter's instinct.

"It is wrong," I said firmly.

"But you keep showing up where it all happened, so you should know something, right?" Elenna emphasized, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and determination. She sounded so sure of herself, as if my mere presence near certain events meant I held all the answers.

I let out an exasperated sigh. Leave it to Elenna to connect dots that weren't necessarily meant to be connected. I frowned, my displeasure evident. “Am I in the video? No, right? You are referring to past events, right?” I asked, hoping to bring some sense to the situation and reassure her that her assumptions were off the mark.

She pressed her lips together, a clear sign that my logic was making an impact.

I let out a drawn-out breath, my shoulders slumping as I voiced my hope for some resolution. "I just hope this sorts things out, or maybe you should consider a new target," I mused, more to myself than to her. With a curt nod, I began to turn away, ready to put some distance between us. But, as luck would have it, my few steps were interrupted by her voice once more.

"I saw the demon heading straight for your place, Ethan," she declared, her tone shifting from casual conversation to a bombshell drop.

My steps came to an abrupt halt, my heart deciding to start its own drumline inside my chest. I spun around to face her, attempting to wear an expression of cool indifference, though my insides were doing their best impression of a roller coaster in freefall.

"A demon at my doorstep?" I echoed her statement, my brows knitting together in both skepticism and a dash of disbelief. I was trying to make sense of what she was saying. My mind was working overtime, wondering if one of my pets who just came home from their hunt, had been caught in her sights. But there was also a nagging thought: was she just playing a mind game?

"Yep, you heard me right," she responded, her lips curving into a half-smile that seemed a tad too smug to be genuine. It was like she was daring me to doubt her.

"Seriously? You're not seeing things again, are you?" I quirked an eyebrow at her in clear skepticism. "Because if your theory holds any water, that demon should've taken a swing at me, right?" I folded my arms, my disbelief was evident.

Elenna's eyes remained fixed on me, her determination refusing to waver. "Ethan, I'm not seeing things. And I'm more convinced than ever that you're keeping some sort of secret. I've been digging into your story, and while it might be as elusive as a shadow, I'm catching onto the edges of it. Now, I propose a deal: spill the beans, and I'll keep your secret off the radar of both the police and the demon hunters," she challenged me, her voice tinged with a mix of defiance and curiosity.

I let out an incredulous snort, my lips curling into a mocking grin. "Hold on a second, did I stumble into some alternate reality? Because I'm pretty sure this qualifies as total nonsense," I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

Elenna's eyes flashed with a fire that I hadn't anticipated. "This isn't a joke, Ethan! I've pieced together enough to know there's more to you than meets the eye. You can keep pretending, but I'm not letting go of this until you come clean."

"Tell me. If a demon has entered my house, why am I still alive now?" I repeated the question, my tone laced with skepticism.

Elenna's eyes widened as if she had just cracked the code to a complex puzzle. "That's because you're buddies with that demon!" she declared, her words punctuated by a finger jab toward me. Then, she stopped herself, a realization dawning upon her. "Wait a second… you... you're not just pals with the demon. You're part of his entourage. You're a card-carrying member of that cult," she accused, her finger now pointed at me like an accusing arrow.

I raised an eyebrow, my confusion gradually morphing into bewilderment. "What cult?” I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the accusation.

"The great demon cult!" she emphasized, as if that would make everything fall into place.

"Huh?" I let out a rather unintelligent noise. To say I was baffled would be an understatement. My eyebrows shot up as I tried to process what Elenna was suggesting.

“Stop trying to act like you have no idea!” Elenna snapped, clearly growing frustrated.

"There's actually a cult dedicated to the great demon?" I asked, my tone a mix of surprise and disbelief.

She rolled her eyes, as if my skepticism was a mere inconvenience. “Nice attempt at playing dumb, Ethan. But I'm not falling for it," she shot back, her tone dripping with skepticism.

“Tell me about this supposed cult,” I asked once again.

For a moment, she was quiet, and I could almost see the gears turning in her head. It was like she was starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, I genuinely had no idea what she was talking about. Her confident facade was starting to crack.

I closed the gap between us, my impatience clear in my stance. “Alright, spill it. What are you talking about?” I demanded, my tone more forceful than I intended.

 “You're seriously telling me you have no clue?” she sighed, clearly frustrated. She released my hand so abruptly that I felt a tinge of irritation. “Since you have nothing to do with it, I guess we're done here. Sorry for wasting your time,” she said with an air of annoyance, turning away as if ready to march off.

I watched her retreating figure, my bewilderment growing by the second. Was she seriously just going to storm off after dropping that bombshell? I mean, come on, that was like tossing a riddle at me and then walking away like it was no big deal.

As her footsteps grew fainter, a fire of determination ignited within me. Oh no, she wasn't going to leave me hanging like this. I wasn't about to let her get away with it. My curiosity was piqued, and I needed answers.

“Not so fast,” I muttered under my breath, my frustration fueling my decision. In a swift motion, I clenched my fist and whispered, “Demonic form… activated…”