The Incubus System Chapter 1116. A Near-death Experience

The Incubus System Chapter 1116. A Near-death Experience

“So, let me get this straight,” I said, crossing my arms. “Not only do I have to seduce the queen of the Light Dimension without getting obliterated by her husband, but I also have to figure out how to even get there in the first place. Fantastic. This mission just keeps getting better.”

Larry, who had been quiet for all of ten seconds, let out a loud groan. “Why does it feel like every time we solve one problem, ten more pop up?”

“Yup, that’s how it’s been since I turned into a demon,” I said with a wry grin, folding my arms and leaning back against the couch. “Wanna try it? It’s fun.”

“No thanks,” Larry replied quickly, shaking his head like I’d just offered him a one-way ticket to hell—which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth.

Lord Damon chuckled, his deep voice carrying a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Well, I think this plan can’t be executed for now. But at least you know what to do if the Light Dimension opens its border and starts messing with you.”

I cringed so hard it felt like my entire body folded in on itself. “You’re seriously suggesting I sleep with the queen if they mess with me?”

“Yeah,” Lord Damon said nonchalantly, like he was suggesting I order a pizza. “An eye for an eye. If he’s trying to mess with you, just mess with his wife.”

My brain short-circuited so fast I couldn’t even form words. I just stared at him, slack-jawed, while Larry let out a strangled laugh that sounded halfway to a mental breakdown.

“Anyway,” Lord Damon continued, ignoring the chaos he’d just caused, “that’s all we wanted to say. That Eye thing—you need to be careful of it. We don’t know whose side it’s on.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said, forcing my brain to reboot. “I mean, I don’t really hate it, but… it’s in between, so I’m not sure about it.”

Lord Damon nodded, his expression hardening. “I don’t like that thing. Too unpredictable.”

With that, he stood, brushing off his coat like he had a kingdom to run—which, in fairness, he probably did. “I have other matters to attend to. Goodbye, Damian.” He glanced at Lilieth. “I’ll leave you here. Don’t take too long.”

Lilieth smiled, her warm gaze softening as she looked at me. “I’ll stay for a little while. I miss my son.”

Lord Damon rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath about overprotective mothers, before turning his attention to Celia. His sharp eyes fixed on her, and for a moment, she froze like a deer in headlights. “What’s her name again?”

“Celia,” I said quickly, stepping between them just in case my dad decided to be… well, himself.

“Yeah, Celia,” he said with a small nod, his tone neutral. Then, his gaze shifted to Larry, who visibly tensed under his stare. “And you. You better shut your mouth, little demon hunter.”

Larry straightened up so fast he nearly toppled over. “I will, sir. I mean—” He glanced at me, clearly panicking. “What’s his name?”

“Lord Damon,” I whispered, trying not to laugh.

Larry gulped and turned back to my dad. “Lord Damoan, sir.”

I facepalmed so hard it hurt. “Larry…”

Larry’s eyes widened as he realized his slip-up, and he started waving his hands like he could erase what he’d just said. “Damon! Lord Damon! Please believe me! I didn’t mean to—”

Lord Damon raised a hand, silencing him with a single gesture. His expression didn’t change, but his presence made Larry shrink back into the couch. “Watch yourself, hunter,” he said coldly before turning to leave.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Larry let out a shaky breath and collapsed against the couch like all the life had been drained out of him. “I thought I was gonna die.”

“You’re fine,” I said, smirking. “Dad just likes to scare people.”

“Well, mission accomplished,” Larry muttered, still looking like he’d seen a ghost. He rubbed his face like he was trying to wipe the entire experience from his memory, but the haunted look in his eyes said it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Mission accomplished?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “What mission? Surviving a conversation with my dad?”

“Exactly!” Larry said, pointing at me like I’d just solved a complex equation. “You don’t get it, man. That wasn’t just a conversation—that was a near-death experience.”

“He wouldn’t kill you,” I said with a shrug. “Probably.”

Larry glared at me, but before he could say anything else, a sudden realization hit him. His eyes widened, and he sat up straighter. “Wait a minute… He just went like that? No dramatic exit? No fire and brimstone? He’s literally a demon king!”

I smirked, amused by his disbelief. “What did you expect? A parade?”

“Yes!” Larry said, throwing his hands in the air. “Or, like, some big explosion! Something demon-y!”

Larry stood and walked to the front door, yanking it open and sticking his head out to look around. A few seconds later, he came back inside, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “Where did he go? He just vanished!”

I pointed downward, not even bothering to look up from the spot I was slouched in. “Probably down.”

Larry blinked. “Down? What do you mean, down?”

I shrugged, struggling to find an explanation that wouldn’t blow his mortal mind. “Magic elevator? It’s not like he’s walking to a bus stop.”

“Magic elevator,” Larry repeated flatly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sure. Why not? That makes total sense.”

Lilieth chuckled softly, watching the exchange with the same amused expression she’d worn since she walked in. “Don’t overthink it. You’ll give yourself a headache.”

“I already have a headache,” Larry grumbled, flopping back onto the couch and rubbing his temples. “How do you deal with this every day?”

“By not thinking about it too much,” I said, leaning back and stretching my arms over my head. “Otherwise, I’d lose my mind.”