The Incubus System Chapter 956. Just Remind Me That I Was A Human

The Incubus System Chapter 956. Just Remind Me That I Was A Human

She looked at me, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. I could see the conflict within her, the desire to support me, to share my burdens, warring with her own fears and uncertainties.

“You don’t have to follow my path,” I continued, my voice steady. “You don’t have to break your seal if you don’t want to. Just live as a human for me and remind me that I was the same once.” I said it all as my confession, as my wish for her.

I didn’t hate my identity as a human or the fact that my power had been sealed in the past. What I truly despised was my weak human self—the part of me that had been hopeless, unable to do anything to change the dire circumstances that surrounded us. Those years were marked by an overwhelming sense of impotence, of trying and failing to make a difference. That feeling, more than anything, had been a terrible burden, far worse than the transformation into a demon itself.

“Stupid…” Celia answered me, her voice trembling. It was barely a whisper, but the emotion behind it was unmistakable. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. Her body was tense, her shoulders hunched slightly as if trying to contain the turmoil within her.

After that single word, she turned abruptly and left, her steps quick and almost frantic. I heard the soft thud of her feet as she climbed the stairs in a hurry, each step echoing her unresolved feelings.

I took a deep breath. “You should be more honest with me… Not just call me stupid and leave…” I whispered to no one in particular. I couldn’t blame her, though. I knew how hard it was to voice the deepest emotions, to find the right words when everything inside was a tangled mess. I, too, struggled with saying what was truly on my mind, especially in moments like this.

What I had just confessed to Celia was rare, something I hadn’t even realized I could articulate until the words were already out. Admitting that I wanted her to live a normal, happy life and to remind me of my humanity had been a revelation, not just for her but for me as well.

I tried to detach myself from the conversation with Celia. The emotional weight of our exchange lingered, making it difficult to find the peace I needed to drift off again. I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax, but my mind refused to quiet down. I shifted on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position.

But sleep didn’t come easily. My mind kept circling back to the past, to the struggles I had faced. The feeling of helplessness had been overwhelming, and I had vowed never to feel that way again. Becoming a demon lord had given me the power I needed, but it had also taken something from me—something I couldn’t quite put into words.

I took a deep breath, trying to push those thoughts away. I focused on the steady rise and fall of my chest, the rhythmic beating of my heart. Slowly, the tension began to ease from my body.

Gradually, my thoughts began to blur, the edges softening as I drifted closer to sleep. It wasn’t as easy as when I had first fallen asleep, but I was determined to find rest. I needed it, not just for my body, but for my mind and soul.

Somehow, I managed to let go of the lingering tension. My breathing slowed, and the last coherent thoughts slipped away, replaced by the gentle embrace of sleep. This time, I sank into a deep slumber.

Slowly, though, something began to tug me back to the surface. It was a smell—faint at first but growing stronger and more insistent. The tantalizing aroma teased my nose, rousing me from my slumber. As my senses sharpened, I could hear the soft clinking of kitchen utensils and the quiet murmur of voices. Despite the attempts to keep it down, cooking always had a way of making itself known.

I inhaled deeply. ‘Fried rice?’ I thought, the familiar aroma stirring. There was no mistaking it. The fragrant blend was typical of Celia’s cooking. A smile spread across my face as I realized what was happening. My favorite dinner was being prepared.

She hadn't said much after our earlier conversation, but this was her way of making amends. Calling me stupid had been her way of dealing with her own emotions, but now she was expressing her love and apology through her cooking.

But then I remembered my appointment with Emma. Panic flickered through me. I opened my eyes and flicked my gaze to the clock. ‘Please don’t let me be late’, I prayed silently.

7:18 PM.

Relief washed over me—I still had time. But another problem arose, I had promised to have dinner with Emma tonight, so I couldn’t eat at home.

‘Maybe I can ask Celia to leave some for me for tomorrow,’ I thought, trying to stay optimistic. The aroma of the fried rice was intoxicating, and I hated the idea of missing out on Celia’s cooking, especially when it felt like a gesture of reconciliation.

I sat up and stretched my arms, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from sleeping on the old couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, and my body protested as I moved. The cushions had seen better days, offering little support, and the springs creaked with every shift.

Still, I needed to get ready. Standing up, I began to stretch more thoroughly, working out the kinks in my back and shoulders.

My pets immediately realized I was awake. Red was the first to announce it. “Oh, His Highness is awake!” he barked excitedly.

In an instant, they all bounded towards me, a flurry of fur and feathers like a group of children seeing Santa Claus carrying a sack of toys.