The Incubus System Chapter 1091. I’m Self-aware

The Incubus System Chapter 1091. I’m Self-aware

Behind me, the sound of Celia flipping through her phone filled the air, her voice cutting through the moment. “How are you even planning to handle this?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of exasperation. “You can’t just flatten them all or… I don’t know, kill them, right?”

I paused mid-step, the corner of my mouth twitching upward in a sly, almost evil smirk. “Maybe,” I said, letting the word hang in the air just long enough to make her uncomfortable. “I mean, they should have known better than to mess with demons.”

Shadow purred from his spot on the couch. “Sounds good to me,” he said, his eyes glinting with approval.

Rave squawked in agreement from his perch. “Yeah, flatten them all! Show them what happens when they mess with a Nephilim.”

Red barked, his tail wagging furiously. “I can’t wait! Can we go now, Master? Let’s teach them a lesson!”

Celia whipped her head toward me, her eyes narrowing. “Are you serious?” she asked, her voice sharp and incredulous.

The evil grin faded from my face, replaced by a flat, unimpressed expression. “Do you really think I’d do that?” I deadpanned, gesturing at her with the spoon I’d just grabbed to stir my tea. “Come on, Celia. Give me a little credit.”

The disappointed groans from my pets were almost comical. Shadow slumped dramatically against the armrest, Rave flapped his wings in frustration, and Red let out a small whine, his ears drooping.

“Hey!” I said, pointing the spoon at them. “No killing humans unless absolutely necessary. Have I not drilled that into your heads enough?”

Celia raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Define ‘unless necessary,’” she said, her voice dripping with skepticism.

I sighed, turning back to the stove as the kettle started to whistle. “Some humans are real assholes,” I said bluntly, pouring hot water into the mug and letting the tea steep. “And you know that. They’re no different from demons—or worse, sometimes.”

Celia’s eyes narrowed further, her gaze practically drilling a hole in the back of my head. “I bet you didn’t have that kind of mentality before you turned into a demon,” she said, her tone sharp but curious.

I shrugged, turning back to her as I leaned against the counter. “I guess I’ve used my Mind Corruption skill too much,” I admitted, blowing on the tea before taking a sip. “When you read enough people’s minds, you start seeing the darker side of humanity. And let me tell you, it’s not pretty.”

Celia tilted her head, still watching me intently. “Like what?” she pressed. “What have you found?”

I smirked, though it lacked the usual playfulness. “Like what’s lurking in the heads of some demon hunter association senators,” I said, my voice dropping to a more serious tone. “You wouldn’t believe the kind of god complexes those people have. They’re worse than I’ll ever be.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Worse than you?” she echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief. “That’s saying something.”

“Hey, I’m self-aware,” I shot back, giving her a pointed look. “I know I have a bit of a god complex. But them? They’re on a whole other level. They think they’re untouchable, that they’re the ones holding the world together. Meanwhile, they’re doing shady shit like making the demon attack as political maneuvers, experimenting on demon hunters or treating them as pawns and covering it all up under the guise of ‘the greater good.’”

Celia frowned, her arms uncrossing as she leaned against the couch. “That… doesn’t surprise me as much as it should,” she admitted. “So, what? You’re saying you’d take them out if it came to it?”

I shrugged, sipping my tea again. “If they cross the line, yeah,” I said simply. “But I’m not gonna go hunting them down just for existing, I just need to brainwash them and make them take my side.”

Shadow snickered from his spot on the couch. “I’d pay to see that list. ‘Fix cult problem, deal with demon lords, brainwash corrupt senators, seduce angelic aunt.’ Am I missing anything?”

“Shadow,” I warned, though the corner of my mouth twitched upward despite myself.

Celia rolled her eyes, grabbing the remote again and flicking through the channels. “So, what’s the plan, then?” she asked. “You gonna let this cult thing slide?”

I let out a long sigh, staring into my tea as the steam curled upward. “No,” I said finally. “I can’t just ignore it. But I’m not gonna go in guns blazing, either. First, I need to figure out what they actually want. Are they just a bunch of fanatics, or is there someone behind the scenes pulling the strings?”

Foxy, who had been quietly nibbling on a piece of fruit, perked up. “Do you think it could be the demon lords?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern.

I paused mid-step. It wasn’t completely out of the question, but something about it didn’t sit right with me. “I don’t think so,” I said after a moment, shaking my head as I leaned back against the kitchen counter. “If it were the demon lords, they’d just make their own fan club. Not hijack mine.”

Shadow stretched lazily on the couch, flicking his tail with a smirk. “But it could happen if they pretended to be you,” he pointed out, his voice dripping with amusement. “Think about it. Your face, your power—it wouldn’t take much for some lowlife to slap on a disguise and start gathering followers in your name.”

I stopped, the mug of tea halfway to my lips as I considered his words. “True,” I muttered, my gaze drifting thoughtfully to the floor. “But if that were the case, my system should’ve detected them. And so should your instincts.”

Shadow tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure about that?”

I nodded, setting the mug down. “No demon lord can hide their aura—except royal demons. The only ones capable of masking their power that well are royals and the demons under their direct authority. Like me, Lilieth, and Lord Damon.”

“True,” Shadow said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.