The Incubus System Chapter 1083. Cosmic Wildcard

The Incubus System Chapter 1083. Cosmic Wildcard

I barked out a laugh, leaning closer to her. “Oh, it was definitely that crazy,” I teased, my voice low. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

She turned back to me, her lips pressed into a thin line, and for a second, I thought she might actually smack me. But instead, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “You’re insufferable,” she said, though her tone lacked the bite it usually carried.

“And you love it,” I shot back with a wink.

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Why am I even arguing with you? You’re impossible.”

I reached out, gently prying her hands away from her face so I could see her expression. “Because you know I’m right,” I said, grinning like the smug incubus I am.

Her eyes narrowed, but there was no real heat in her glare. Instead, she sighed, lowering her hands completely. “What does it mean that I’ve fallen now?” she asked, her voice quieter, more thoughtful. Her gaze lingered on me, a mix of curiosity and something deeper that she didn’t seem ready to name.

I nodded casually, leaning back against the headboard like her question wasn’t loaded with a thousand implications. “Yeah, you’ve fallen for me,” I said, my smirk widening.

Her flat stare was almost comical. “You know that’s not what I meant,” she said, her voice dry as the desert.

I chuckled, shrugging like I didn’t have a care in the world. “Well, I can’t exactly answer that,” I said, meeting her gaze. “Is sex forbidden in your world? If not, then no, it doesn’t mean anything dramatic.”

Puriel paused, her brows knitting together as she considered my words. “I guess…” she murmured, her voice trailing off. Her expression turned thoughtful, like she was running through a mental checklist of divine rules and regulations.

“So,” I said, breaking the silence, “what do you know about dreams? Specifically, weird-ass ones that make no sense but feel like they’re trying to tell you something.”

Her eyes flicked back to me, the curiosity in them sharpening. “Weird dreams? Like what?”

I ran a hand through my hair, leaning forward slightly. “I just had this dream—or something like a dream. There was nothing there. No scenery, no people, just this void. It felt a lot like your dream spell, but not quite the same. And then I heard this voice. It said, ‘How could an angel be born in the human world?’” I paused for a moment before continuing. “So, what do you think? Did it come from the light dimension? Or maybe another angel who got lost here?”

Her expression shifted immediately, her brows furrowing as she processed what I’d said. “Dream spells can’t travel between worlds, Ethan,” she said firmly. “Remember when you went to the demon world and I couldn’t get into your dreams at all? The magic that governs dreams is tied to the world it’s cast in. It’s… limited, like that.”

I frowned, leaning back again. “So, you’re saying it was just a dream? I mean, it felt weird. And let’s not forget the colossal eye! That thing came into my dreams too, and you fought it over me. But it’s not from this world either, right?”

Puriel’s lips pressed into a thin line, her golden gaze steady. “That colossal eye… It’s not like us. It doesn’t exist fully in any one realm. It’s trapped in the border between worlds, which makes it… an anomaly.”

I was speechless for a moment, turning her words over in my mind. As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. That colossal eye did seem like the kind of creepy entity that would just spy on people through the cracks of reality. Probably got its kicks watching me sleep.

“Okay, fair point,” I said finally. “But that just makes everything even weirder. Oh right… I haven’t seen that thing since I turned into a Nephilim. You’d think it’d be all over me, calling me a ‘balance destroyer’ or whatever its usual shtick is.”

Puriel tilted her head. “Maybe it’s waiting,” she said simply.

“Waiting for what?” I shot back, my frustration seeping into my voice. “For me to screw up? To grow another wing? To ascend or descend or whatever?”

Her expression softened slightly, and for the first time, I saw a hint of sympathy in her gaze. “Maybe it’s waiting to see what kind of Nephilim you’ll become,” she said quietly. “You’re different, Ethan. You don’t fit into any of the patterns it’s seen before.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, leaning against the bedpost. “Great. So, I’m some cosmic wildcard, and the universe’s resident peeping tom is biding its time. That’s comforting,” I muttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Puriel’s lips twitched into a faint smile, but her serious expression didn’t waver. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing,” she said, her tone calm and steady. “Being different means you have the potential to forge your own path.”

“Yeah, but it also means I’m flying blind while the universe watches and judges my every move,” I shot back, shaking my head. “But what about the other possibility?”

Her brows furrowed slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “What possibility?”

“The one where the voice wasn’t about me,” I said, crossing my arms. “What if there’s another angel in this world?”

She blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Another angel?” she repeated, tilting her head slightly as she considered the idea.

I nodded. “Yeah. It makes sense, doesn’t it? If someone’s asking how an angel could be born in the human world, maybe it’s not about me. Maybe there’s another one out there—hidden, lost, or whatever.”

Puriel shook her head almost immediately, her expression firm. “Impossible,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I would know if there’s one.”

I raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “How can you be so sure?”

“Ethan,” she said, meeting my gaze with unflinching certainty. “I can feel another angel’s presence, even in disguise. Their energy is distinct. It doesn’t matter how well they hide. If there were another angel in this world, I would sense them.”

I frowned, letting her words sink in. “So, you’re saying it’s completely impossible?”

“Impossible,” she repeated, her voice unwavering.