The Incubus System Chapter 1129. I’m Still Figuring Things Out

The Incubus System Chapter 1129. I’m Still Figuring Things Out

I hesitated, my fingers tapping against the counter as I tried to gather my thoughts. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to say—it was just that putting it into words felt impossible. After a while, I finally spoke. "You know I slept with her, right? I mean… had sex and all?"

Celia didn’t flinch. She just nodded, her expression neutral, as if she had already accepted the absurd reality of my life. "Yeah. But she said that’s normal, right? She’s a succubus, and you… You’re some kind of lust demon lord."

The words made me pause. ‘Lust demon lord.’ It felt so strange to hear it out loud, like something that belonged in a fantasy novel rather than my actual life. But yeah, she was right. That was what I had become.

"So," I continued, exhaling slowly. "All those… encounters, all that intimacy—it should feel normal. It should be just another part of what I am now. But I can only see her as her. Not just a succubus, not just my mother in the demonic sense, not just someone bound to me by nature. I see her as her own person."

Celia watched me, waiting, giving me space to get my words out.

"But," I went on, my voice quieter, "I was born human. Raised as one. And because of that… It's hard for me to see her as only a mother. Because in my mind, the way I was raised, a mother is someone who holds you when you’re scared, scolds you when you screw up, teaches you things you wouldn’t figure out on your own. Not someone who…"

I trailed off, but Celia nodded. She got it.

On the other hand… I also wanted this. I wanted a family. A mother. A father. People I could rely on so I didn’t have to feel alone. Someone bigger than me, wiser than me. Someone I could turn to when I felt lost.

The silence that followed was thick, heavy, pressing down on my chest. I stared at the counter, chewing on my thoughts like they might dissolve if I gave them enough time.

Celia, to my surprise, reached across the counter and grabbed my hand. Her touch was warm, grounding. "You're tired of pretending to be strong, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice softer now, less teasing and more real.

"Maybe," I muttered, my throat tightening. "I’m the great demon now, right? A powerful incubus, someone who’s supposed to embody lust and strength and all that. But inside… I’m just a 19-year-old college student. I don’t know a lot of things. I was forced to know a lot of things, whether I liked it or not. But at least I want someone that…"

I stopped, swallowing hard, unsure if I wanted to finish that sentence.

"Someone that what?" Celia pressed gently.

"Someone that understands that I’m still figuring things out," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Someone that doesn’t just see me as The Incubus Lord or The Future Demon King or whatever title people want to throw at me. Someone who just… sees me as me."

Celia squeezed my hand, and for a moment, I let myself lean into that quiet comfort.

"You have me," she said simply.

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. "Yeah."

"And I know it’s not the same," she continued, "but I think… even with all the crazy demon stuff, even with Lord Damon and Lilieth and whatever messed-up logic the demon world follows… they do care about you. It might not be the kind of family you imagined growing up, but they’re still your family."

I nodded slowly, my mind still processing it all. "Yeah. I know."

"But it still doesn’t feel right to you," she guessed.

I huffed out a quiet laugh. "You always were good at reading me."

She shrugged. "I’m your sister. It’s my job."

I looked at her then, really looked at her. The way she said that, like it was just a fact, like it wasn’t even a question, made something settle inside me.

"Thanks, Celia," I said, meaning it.

"Anytime," she said with a small smile. Then, after a pause, she smirked. "Now, you are gonna eat those eggs, right? Because I’m not letting my great incubus demon brother waste perfectly good protein."

I let out a laugh, a real one this time, and picked up an egg. "Fine, fine. But only because you made them."

She grinned. "Damn right."

And as we sat there, eating in silence, for the first time in a long time, I felt a little less lost. The weight on my chest hadn’t completely disappeared, but at least it wasn’t suffocating me anymore. The quiet hum of the kitchen, the warmth of a meal—even if it was just eggs—grounded me in a way that nothing else had in a while. Celia was still here, still talking to me like I was just her brother and not some demon lord, and for now, that was enough.

I flicked my gaze at her and said, "Do you want to have a family too?"

Celia didn’t hesitate. She pointed at me immediately. "I have you," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I also have Foxy, Red, Rave, Buni, and Shadow." She counted them off on her fingers like they were real siblings and not my demonic pets. Then she tapped her chin, thinking. "Maybe I can count Puriel… Oh! And don’t forget, Tiffany! Well, she’s busy, though. She is a demon hunter, after all. But yeah, she’s a family member."

I chewed slowly, mulling over her words. "I guess…" I muttered before taking another bite of my egg. It was comforting to hear her say that. It made me feel a little less alone, like maybe I wasn’t as detached from the human world as I sometimes felt.

Then, suddenly, Celia straightened. Something clicked in her head, and she turned to me with a narrowed gaze. "Oh, right! I forgot," she said, her voice shifting from casual to something sharper. "She… doesn’t know about you yet, right? Tiffany. That you’re the great demon and all?"