The Incubus System Chapter 1126. I Just Know How The Story Ends Before It Begins

The Incubus System Chapter 1126. I Just Know How The Story Ends Before It Begins

Lord Damon’s and Nathan’s PoV

Nathan raised an eyebrow, watching him closely. “Surely some people have a demon fetish, huh?” His lips curled into a smirk as he studied Damon once more. “But… I’d be careful if I were you.”

Damon didn’t react, but he could tell Nathan wasn’t finished.

Nathan exhaled slowly, glancing back at the monument. “Demons are very cruel,” he said, his tone quieter now, more serious. “Crueler than any human.”

For a moment, Damon almost laughed. The absurdity of that statement was almost too much. ‘Crueler than any human?’ Oh, if only this boy knew.

Humans could be monsters in ways demons never even dreamed of. The difference was, demons didn’t lie about what they were. Humans wrapped their cruelty in justification, in excuses, in moral high ground. But in the end, the result was the same—death, war, suffering.

Still, Damon decided to hold his laughter back. There was no point in arguing with a child who didn’t know better.

Instead, he smirked. “Is that so?”

Nathan glanced at him, his jaw tightening just slightly. “Yeah. It is.”

Damon tilted his head slightly. “And how would you know?”

Nathan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked back at the monument, his fingers curling slightly in his jacket pocket. “Because I’ve seen it.” His voice was quieter now, like he was speaking more to himself than to Damon. “What they do to people. How they ruin everything they touch.”

Damon hummed, amused. “And humans don’t do the same?”

Nathan frowned but didn’t answer right away. He seemed to chew on the question for a moment before exhaling. “Yeah, they do. But at least humans have a choice. Demons? They don’t care.”

Damon smiled, his sharp teeth just barely visible. “You’re young. That much is clear.”

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean my experience is any less than yours,” Nathan said in a casual tone.

Damon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?”

Nathan shrugged, his confidence unwavering. “Believe me, some people know a lot of things despite their age.”

Damon let out a low hum, amused by the audacity. “Is that so?”

It was getting harder to hold back his laughter. This human—this child—was trying to speak to him as if they were equals. Damon had lived long before this world had names, before humans had carved their cities into the land, before they had dared to hunt creatures like him.

Damon had met countless demon hunters before, some powerful, some foolish, some so blinded by their righteousness that they lost sight of their own humanity. But Nathan? He had the look of someone who had seen things. Survived things. But he believed Nathan was a typical last one.

Damon chuckled, shaking his head. “You remind me of someone.”

Nathan tilted his head. “Oh yeah? Who?”

Damon smirked. “Someone who thought he knew everything.”

Nathan rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, he died a terrible death?”

Damon chuckled. “No. He just learned the hard way that he didn’t know as much as he thought he did.”

Nathan snorted, amused. “I’ll take that as a warning, then.”

Damon exhaled, casting one last glance at the monument. This had been entertaining, but he had no time to waste. “I guess I need to go now,” he said casually, adjusting his suit cuffs. “I still have a lot of work to do.”

Nathan studied him for a second before nodding. “Fair enough.” His expression was relaxed, but there was a flicker of something else in his gaze. Curiosity, maybe. Or suspicion. Damon wasn’t sure.

Damon smirked slightly, tilting his head. “My son… if someday he crosses paths with you, I will tell him to treat you differently.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Not sure how to take that. Should I say thank you?”

Damon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Well, that depends on him. He is not the type to accept my suggestions easily.” He paused for a moment, his smirk softening slightly. “He has his own thoughts. Though he is still young, like you.”

Nathan exhaled, glancing off to the side. “I get the feeling you’re trying to tell me something without actually telling me anything.”

Damon grinned. “I suppose that’s one way to put it.”

Nathan let out a small, amused breath. “So, this son of yours. What’s he like?”

Damon considered the question for a moment. How did one describe someone like Ethan? A Nephilim, a survivor, a fool, a warrior, a pawn of fate, a king in the making. He could be any of those things. He could be none of them.

“He is stubborn,” Damon finally said. “Far too stubborn for his own good.”

Nathan smirked. “Sounds like someone else I just met.”

Damon raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying something?”

Nathan shrugged. “Just saying. You got that whole ‘I know everything and I’ve seen it all’ vibe. Kind of like an old man who’s too amused to be bothered by us kids.”

Damon smirked, amused by the comparison. “Perhaps I am an old man. Or perhaps I just know how the story ends before it begins.”

Nathan huffed a small laugh. “Yeah? And how does it end?”

Damon’s eyes glowed faintly, the crimson hue darkening. “That depends on you.”

There was a moment of silence between them, the conversation hanging in the air. The city around them continued as usual—cars moving, people walking, the hum of life undisturbed. But in that small space, the presence of something unnatural lingered, something ancient that didn’t belong in the mundane world.

Nathan wasn’t stupid. He felt it. The way the air around Damon seemed heavier, how the shadows near his feet stretched slightly longer than they should. The way his words felt like they held truths that weren’t meant for human ears.

Damon exhaled, stepping back. “Farewell...”

Nathan watched him for a moment, nodding slightly. “Yeah. You too.”

Damon turned away, walking calmly, his steps slow and measured. Only when he was far enough, out of earshot, did he whisper a single word under his breath.

“Human.”

And then, just like that, he vanished into the dark aura that swallowed him whole.