The Incubus System Chapter 832. Killing Intent

The Incubus System Chapter 832. Killing Intent

The atmosphere in Lord Damon's office underwent a sudden, jarring shift. In an instant, I could feel Azrael's demonic power surging, growing thicker and more potent with every passing moment. The intensity of his killing intent was palpable, hanging in the air like a heavy shroud. This was an entirely different Azrael from the one I trained with or even the one I engaged in friendly matches with. This was the real deal.

The threat was so tangible that my primal instincts kicked into high gear. I could practically taste the battle readiness in the air, and my hand twitched, almost summoning my sword. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to prepare for combat, to be on guard for the impending clash. My demonic instincts roared to life, urging me to enter battle mode.

But I managed to restrain myself, the rational part of my mind prevailing. I wasn't entirely defenseless; I was ready to conjure my barrier if the situation escalated. Yet, there was no denying the tension in the room had skyrocketed, and my heart raced in anticipation of what might happen next.

Azrael's sharp gaze darted between Lord Damon, who remained nonchalantly seated in his office chair, and me. His eyes bore into us with an unmistakable threat, leaving no room for ambiguity.

"I don't know what you are hiding from me," Azrael began, his tone dripping with a warning. "Just remember--- I will not hesitate to destroy anyone who touches my territory or tries to get rid of me." The gravity of his declaration was unmistakable, and the weight of his power pressed down on the room. Azrael's threat hung heavy in the air, his words laced with a deadly seriousness that left no room for misunderstanding.

"As for the others, I don't care," he declared with an air of indifference. "Don't bother me, and I won't bother you. Those rules will always apply, forever,” he added, emphasizing the rules that governed his dominion.

I was taken aback by the sudden shift in Azrael's demeanor. I hadn't expected him to discern so much in our conversation. He had always been sharp, but he had masterfully concealed his awareness of the situation, making it seem as if he hadn't unraveled our intentions.

In response to Azrael's threat, Lord Damon maintained his composure. He tilted his head ever so slightly and leaned back in his chair, his expression remaining relaxed as if Azrael's words were of no concern. "Don't worry," he assured Azrael, his voice unwavering. "I always remember that."

"But one thing I can confirm," Lord Damon continued, his tone earnest, "the power near your territory is not mine or Damian's doing. I also don't know what happened, and the investigation is a genuine effort to uncover the truth. So, I hope you will also be serious about this." His words were a reminder that the situation was far from simple.

In a rare shift of the dynamic, it was Azrael who tilted his head, his face still shrouded in seriousness. He had issued his warning, and now he was taking Lord Damon's words into consideration. "Okay," he replied, his tone carrying a note of caution. "I'll take your word for the time being. And as for the investigation team, I will let you know as soon as possible."

Lord Damon exuded confidence as he acknowledged Azrael's acceptance. "Good," he said with a nod, his voice steady. "Thanks for reporting what happened." He maintained his composure, revealing nothing about the swirling thoughts beneath the surface.

Azrael didn't hesitate to clarify his intentions. "Don't mention it," he asserted plainly. "I simply don't want you to misunderstand and disturb my peace."

Lord Damon responded with a knowing tone. "Don't worry about that," he reassured Azrael. "I know you."

As quickly as Azrael's killing intent had flared, it dissipated, leaving behind a palpable shift in the room's atmosphere. His serious countenance gave way to a smile as if he had switched personalities in the blink of an eye. "Okay. I have to go home now," he announced, his tone now light and carefree.

He reached over to pat my shoulder, a gesture that was both reassuring and familiar. Then, he turned his attention to me. "Don't hesitate to stop by my place again, Damian," he invited in a warm tone. "We'll have fun like last time." It was as if our conversation had never taken a serious turn, and Azrael's casual demeanor was a testament to his ability to transition between the solemn and the lighthearted with ease.

I responded with a smile of my own, acknowledging his invitation. "Sure," I agreed, matching his politeness. "I'll stop by again next time. But maybe not in the near future. I have a lot of things to do,” I added.

Azrael's parting words resonated with understanding and a sense of camaraderie. "I know," he acknowledged. "Becoming a new demon lord is not easy, and there is always a lot of work waiting. So do your best." His advice was a blend of encouragement and a subtle reminder of the demands I faced. But then, in typical Azrael fashion, he couldn't resist adding a humorous jab. "Don't be like Letos who only knows to have fun and mess around with the girls," he quipped, a playful grin on his face.

I chuckled in response, appreciating the levity in his words. "I'll try," I assured him.

With a casual, almost nonchalant air, Azrael headed for the door. He didn't touch it; instead, he simply flicked his fingers, wielding his invisible power to swing the door open. He strolled out casually, and one of Lord Damon's royal guards, a headless demon, waited at the door to escort him. As soon as Azrael exited, the door closed automatically, leaving me with my father once more.

Lord Damon turned his attention to me, his inquisitive gaze prompting me to answer his earlier question. "So, what brings you here?" he inquired, his interest piqued.

Those words made me turn to him.