The Incubus System Chapter 838. Be Their Strength

The Incubus System Chapter 838. Be Their Strength

Miranda’s PoV

Miranda turned to face Damian. His demeanor seemed softer, a touch more approachable than their tense rooftop encounter. Yet, despite his seemingly friendlier façade, an undercurrent of trepidation still lingered within her. Becoming his servant hadn't erased the unshakeable fear she held in her heart. He was her master, the one with the power over her life. That fact was an ever-present weight on her shoulders, a burden she couldn't shrug off.

The city sprawled out below, its grandeur a distraction from the anxiety that coiled within her. "Nothing. I'm just amazed by this view," Miranda replied, her gaze fixed on the modern landscape that spread out like a twinkling carpet beneath them.

Damian, with his piercing yet serene gaze, probed deeper with a simple question, one that cut through her attempt at diversion. "Is it the view or because of your past?" His calm tone belied the weight of his words.

The question struck a nerve, unraveling the carefully woven facade Miranda had tried to maintain. It was as if he had seen through her, right down to the core of her being. Her breath hitched, caught in the grip of his inquiry.

Her mind raced, grappling with a myriad of responses. Should she spill the truth that she danced around the reality of her past? But honesty beckoned her despite the apprehension that coiled in her chest. Finally, after a pregnant pause that felt like an eternity, she uttered in a quiet, uncertain voice, "Can I lie?"

Damian's response was immediate and unwavering. “No.”

The silence between them seemed to stretch into an abyss, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city's nocturnal activities. Miranda's eyes held an unspoken plea as she gazed into Damian's, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within her.

"Yes, I was thinking about the past," she admitted, her voice carrying a weight that mirrored the burden. Her eyes held a distant sadness, a sorrow that seemed etched in the very fabric of her being. "They already live a prosperous life here, yet they still want to take over the human world and eat us," she said, a deep sadness lacing her words, the sense of injustice evident in her tone.

"You mean us?" Damian interjected, his voice a gentle reminder of the inescapable truth. Though she once belonged to the human world, she was no longer a part of it. She was one of them now—a demon, a part of a realm she had never imagined belonging to.

A wry smile curved Miranda's lips, a bittersweet acknowledgment of the new reality she found herself in. “Yeah, us,” she admitted with a tinge of resignation.

Damian's gaze shifted to the cityscape, his thoughts seemingly adrift in the gleaming lights below. He took a deep breath, as if marshaling his thoughts before he turned to her, his eyes locking onto hers in a way that demanded her attention.

"Let me ask you, Miranda. If the lions were wild, even if they were prosperous and got what they wanted, would that stop them from hunting their prey?" His question was pointed, laden with an analogy that cut through the complexities of their situation.

She pondered his question about the wild lions, the metaphor sparking a deeper understanding within her.

"In the zoo, no," she finally replied, her voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

Damian's laughter resonated around them, a warm and knowing chuckle. "Humans have interfered with most animals in the zoo. Most of them have never seen the wild or are used to living in cages, where humans feed them every day. Their instincts have usually become dull. I'm referring to the wild lions," he clarified, a certain wisdom gracing his explanation.

A brief silence followed as Miranda digested his words, her thoughts drifting to the concept of the wild, to the untamed creatures living purely by their predatory instincts. "I think yes... After all, all predators are greedy," she admitted, her voice laced with a sense of resignation.

"Ah, now you know the answer," Damian said sagely, his eyes holding a depth of understanding. “In addition, for demons, humans are the best food. It was an A5 wagyu, the best caviar, the best sweet cake that would never be found in the demon world. Who could resist that?” His explanation was matter-of-fact, an acknowledgment of a primal desire hardwired within their existence.

Miranda's heart sank at the stark reality laid bare by Damian's words. She lowered her head, grappling with the bitter truth. "So we simply are their food…" Her voice trailed off, the weight of their categorization as humans and demons gnawing at her.

"They are our food," Damian reiterated, his tone carrying an unyielding emphasis. He was swift to correct her, reinforcing the underlying status quo—the stark difference between the predator and the prey, the demons and the humans.

The weight of his statement wrapped around Miranda like a suffocating blanket. It felt like an unchangeable reality, one that twisted her insides with an unsettling sense of injustice. She stood there, speechless, once again, the silence stretching between them, heavy with the weight of their unalterable fate.

"I know this is unfair. But the world is always unfair to the weak," Damian's voice resonated with a kind of grim wisdom. His words cut through the air, carrying the heavy burden of an age-old truth. "While the strong sometimes like to abuse their power to bully the weak."

He reached out, his hand gently grasping her shoulder, a silent reassurance in the touch. "So—” Damian’s voice was steady, his eyes holding a gentle assurance. “Be strong, Miranda."

She met Damian's gaze, finding an unexpected gentleness behind his piercing eyes. His words, despite the stark reality they conveyed, held a whisper of encouragement. They stirred something within her—a sense of obligation, a responsibility to defy the oppressive norms.

“If you feel the world is unfair, you can fight against it. If the weak need help, you can be their strength. You will fear nothing,” Damian's words were a reassurance, an encouragement to defy the injustices.

As Damian turned away, Miranda felt a newfound resolve stirring within her. She stood there, stunned by the weight and unexpected wisdom in Damian's last words. They echoed in her mind, reverberating through her being. The prince of the demon world, a figure she had perceived solely as a symbol of power and dominance, had shattered her preconceived notions. His words, laden with insight and an unexpected depth of empathy, had left her reeling.

The notion of receiving such encouragement from a demon, a being marked by tales of darkness and supremacy, created a seismic shift within her. She hadn't anticipated hearing such empathy from a figure as revered and feared as Damian. It stirred an unfamiliar emotion within her—a sense of purpose.

She turned once more to the window, the cityscape sprawling beneath her, its lights twinkling against the night sky. Her gaze lingered on the city sprawl, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Her clenched hands, this time, weren't a product of fear or frustration. Instead, they represented a newfound resolve.

‘He is right… I have power now. Even though I can't change my situation, I can make a difference to others...' Her mind mulled over these newfound convictions.