The Incubus System Chapter 852. Hello, Peasants!

The Incubus System Chapter 852. Hello, Peasants!

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of dark humor in the situation. Larry, unwittingly, had become the center of demonic attention, the newest celebrity host for these parasitic creatures. The irony of wanting to congratulate him for gaining an unusual fan base struck me, but his panic erased any amusement from the equation.

I knew that the situation demanded my direct involvement. The appearance of yet another demon had complicated an already challenging scenario. The collapsed bodies of the two old men further heightened the urgency of ensuring our safety.

Considering my concealed position behind the bushes with the old ladies, Larry faced the daunting task of not only battling demons but also securing the area to guarantee our protection.

'Well, I guess I'll have to join the fight,' I thought. I was bored anyway.

With a swift and practiced motion, I embraced the transformation into my demonic form, my aura darkening as power coursed through me. My casual attire seamlessly shifted into a sleek suit, embodying an eerie elegance befitting my true nature. A mask materialized across my face, concealing the features that betrayed my identity.

-          Snap!

My fingers echoed in the air as I invoked the power within me. In response, an ethereal barrier sprang into existence, forming an impermeable dome that enveloped the unconscious old ladies protectively.

In the next instant, utilizing my teleportation skill, I vanished from the earthly confines and reappeared in the sky above the unfolding battle. Suspended in the sky, I surveyed the scene below, a demonic entity veiled in a mysterious silhouette against the night. My eyes locked onto the approaching menace, a predatory glint beneath the mask signaling an unwavering resolve.

With a self-satisfied smirk, I greeted them in a tone laced with arrogance. "I thought demon hunters had this whole situation under control, but look at me stumbling upon another demon meandering around like it's a midnight stroll," I remarked, my words dripping with irony.

My casual remark sliced through the tense air, drawing the attention of both Larry and the approaching demon. Their eyes shifted toward me, caught off guard by my nonchalant demeanor in the midst of chaos.

My tone took a condescending turn as I addressed them both. "Well, well, aren't we in a pickle? Hello, peasants," I quipped, emphasizing the distinction between my seemingly superior position and their current predicament.

I maintained the façade, concealing my true identity for the moment. The demon, unaware of the connection between Larry and me, remained oblivious to the underlying complexities of our encounter.

As the demon's eyes widened in panic, he made a desperate attempt to escape the impending threat. In a swift and desperate maneuver, he fragmented into twenty smaller pieces, hoping that at least one could evade my grasp and ensure his regeneration.

However, my response was anything but passive. I calmly extended my hand toward the scattered fragments, fingers outstretched with an air of absolute control. I invoked my Telekinesis.

The demon's multiple fragments were frozen mid-air, petrified by the invisible force I exerted over them. It was a tableau of suspended chaos, a frozen moment where the demon's attempt at evasion had met an unyielding force. Each piece hung motionless, their bid for freedom thwarted by my power.

I maintained my watchful gaze, not participating in the physical confrontation. "What are you waiting for?" I taunted, my voice laced with arrogance. "Finish him. I don't want to lay my fingers on that lowly demon."

Larry moved with determined swiftness, charging at the suspended demon fragments. His fists, aglow with the radiant power of his demon hunter abilities, descended with precision, shattering the petrified pieces. In a splatter of grotesque remnants, the demon's clones were obliterated, leaving behind a victorious silence.

While he dealt with the demonic threat, I took the opportunity to survey our surroundings, my senses on high alert. I scanned for any signs of lurking demons, ready to intervene if needed. Yet, as my eyes darted around, there were no ominous figures in sight, and the only disturbance was the aftermath of Larry's decisive victory.

The demon met its demise, crumbling into ash in the aftermath of Larry's decisive victory. As my attention shifted back to him, I found myself only ten meters above the ground, making our eye contact easy.

"I see, you have a new skill, demon hunter," I remarked, curiosity lacing my words.

He took a moment before responding, "Yes. I just got this recently. I can say this skill is quite helpful."

"Congratulations, then," I replied, contemplating whether to delve further into our conversation.

"Yeah, I bet this is the reason why Theo is suddenly nice to me. Sometimes he acts like a kid who sticks to me during practice, and I'm his almighty daddy," he quipped, adding a touch of humor. "Can you imagine how stupid it would be if he called me ‘Daddy, daddy!’ all the time?" he continued, his tone carrying the weight of a playful jest.

Laughter escaped me involuntarily at Larry's humorous take on Theo's hypothetical daddy-obsession. Imagining the proud and often disdainful Theo suddenly adopting such a term for Larry felt like a ludicrous scenario.

However, the mirth abruptly dissolved when Larry's expression shifted from amusement to shock. His gaze bore into me, and I could sense the gears turning in his mind. The realization hit him, and his words cut through the air.

“Theo never mentioned anything about you, Mr. Great Demon. And he also never clashed directly with you," he pointed out, his tone taking on a more serious note.

His observation, though accurate, wiped the smile off my face. I hadn't anticipated that his playful banter would become a subtle interrogation, unveiling a part of my identity I preferred to keep concealed.

Larry's eyes narrowed, and a frown etched itself across his face. “You… You are ‘him,’ right? Buddy?” he pressed, seeking confirmation. 

Caught off guard, I sighed inwardly. It seemed my attempt at anonymity had crumbled in his face. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to deny it outright. After all, honesty, in this case, might be the best course of action.